At 21 I started my freshman year at college, and within a few days my roommate Brenda had informed me about which fraternity houses and off-campus dormitories were party houses, the places where a girl was most likely to get laid. Brenda knew all about them, since she had attended the summer semester, and she was a 21-year-old slut. She had started by dating one guy, but one night she got drunk and had sex with one of his frat brothers, as well as with him. After that it developed to the point where she’d hook up with them and they’d take turns having sex with her. She told me how one time they even did it in a park, on the hood of a car, while some local pervs stood around watching and jerking off.
One night Brenda took me to a party at her favorite frat house. After we’d had a couple of drinks Brenda ran into a guy she knew, and they disappeared upstairs. Then another guy, named Walt, began talking to me. He said he didn’t think he’d ever seen me before, and I told him it was my freshman year. As we were talking I noticed people going in and out of the basement. I asked Walt what was down there, and he shrugged. “It’s like party central down there,” he answered. “But I really wouldn’t suggest you go down. It gets pretty wild.”
I am a 32-year-old woman of Greek descent. I have dark curly hair, dark eyes, an olive complexion and a very nice figure. I was raised in an Orthodox household by very strict parents, so it was no wonder that I was a real prude until I met my husband, Steve. Steve is a wild, crazy American of Irish descent, who is outgoing, good looking and loves to drink. We married when I was 27, and since then he has turned me into a total nymphomaniac, doing things and wearing clothing that I never would have contemplated before. Steve taught me to be proud of my body and my sexuality, and to relax and enjoy myself while I can, because life is too short.
I now wear short skirts or short shorts to show off my legs when I go out in public. I also like to wear tight tops without a bra. At pools and at the beach my bikinis are tight, tiny and sexy, and I keep my pussy nicely trimmed to allow me to wear even more revealing outfits.
I went from straight missionary sex to giving oral sex at a crowded party, which is actually how this all began. Steve had gotten me drunk at a party one night, and we were making out in a corner. He was feeling me up, and he put my hand on his crotch to show how horny he was.
My wife Daisy is generally quite modest and conservative, though I often wish she wasn’t. Daisy is 44 years old, five feet seven and weighs 130 pounds. She has short sandy hair and very nice figure, with really incredible 38D breasts. We have been married for 21 years, and last June I decided to take her on a trip to Jamaica for our anniversary.
As it turned out, our hotel was located near a clothing-optional beach. Now of course my dear Daisy wasn’t about to walk around nude, and she kept her swimsuit on despite all my begging and pleading. For the first two days she flatly refused even to remove her top, but when she saw that nearly every woman on the beach was topless, if not completely naked, she reluctantly considered it, and on the third day she very tentatively bared her breasts. She was still embarrassed, but I told her to relax, and that she should be proud of her beautiful breasts. She kept complaining that people were staring at her, and in fact I did notice a group of three young local men checking her out. Apparently they were into mature women from the States.
The contrast of Daisy’s pale breasts with the tan she had picked up the last two days was very erotic to me, and I knew those young guys appreciated it too. When I went to get us some more drinks, I stood in line behind one of those guys and struck up a conversation with him, during which he admitted that he and his friends were attracted to my wife, and said he hoped I hadn’t taken offense.
Last month I treated Jodie, my wife of 15 years, to a vacation in Cancun. It wasn’t exactly the cheapest of trips, but the look of delight on Jodie’s face when I told her made it worthwhile. I promised to make it a time to remember—and boy, was it ever, though not in the way I’d envisioned.
On our first day there, everything was perfect. The hotel and the weather were both great. Jodie sunned herself by the hotel pool while I made frequent trips to the bar. At one point I started up a conversation with two guys in their mid-20s, whose names were Ted and Chet. We talked about a lot of things, and the conversation eventually veered toward poker, which it turned out we all played. That was when some college-age guy came over and joined in. He introduced himself as Norm and said he was down there with some of his frat buddies. He’d heard us talking poker, and now began boasting about his skill at the game, in a pretty cocky way.
Now I’m a pretty good poker player myself, and I thought this might be a good opportunity, not only to take the kid down a few pegs, but to make some extra money in the process. I talked the guys into a “friendly little game” that I intended to clean up on. We agreed to get together that night in Norm’s room for the game.
My wife Amy used to be a very shy person. It took her a while to agree to try a nudist resort, but once she did she found she was very comfortable being naked among like-minded people, and that she enjoyed admiring the guys and was pleased when they stopped and talked with her.
I was really proud of how far she had come, and since she had become so much more open, I wanted to see just how far she would go. To my delight, I found that she could really go wild when the time and place were right.
About six months ago we were at a nudist resort, enjoying the pool, when a man named Hal came over and started talking to us. He was around our age, just past middle age, and he started telling us about his house, which wasn’t far away. He said he had a very secluded back yard, so that he could be nude outdoors whenever he wanted. Then he said we could come over to visit anytime we wanted. He was obviously attracted to Amy, and it gave me ideas. We got his number, and several weeks later we called and went to see him.
I know my husband is doing his best, but he’s in his late 40s and I’m only 37, and our sex life is dull and uninspiring, which I guess is what’s led me to extramarital relations that even to me sometimes seem ravenous.
Once when I was traveling with my husband on a business trip we had problems with the TV in the room. He reported it to the desk, and the next day, while he was doing work stuff, a really attractive man of 25 or so came to fix it. While he worked, I couldn’t help staring. I even remember smelling his sexy cologne. While I sat at the foot of the bed I made casual conversation. As we talked, I slid my skirt hem up until it reached mid-thigh. Then, acting like I was looking out the window, I opened my knees. From the corner of my eye I saw him glance between my legs.
When he finished, he put his tools away but seemed slow at it. I said, “Thank you. How can I repay you? I’d be so bored here with nothing to do, all alone, all day.” He just fidgeted. “Oh,” I said, “your shirt is wet with sweat. Why don’t you take it off?” Meanwhile, I had undone two buttons on my blouse.
One Friday night a couple of months ago, the bar my wife and I were at closed early due to plumbing and electrical problems. Not ready to go home, we drove around till we spotted a bar we had never been in. As it turned out, the place had topless waitresses, which didn’t at all faze Maddie, a 25-year-old auburn-haired beauty who never fails to attract male attention.
I was surprised to see two coworkers there, Gareth and Toby. They’re both young, attractive guys, and I could tell Maddie was attracted to them. We joined them at their table, and a topless waitress brought a pitcher of beer. When the guys ate up her tits, Maddie said, “My tits are as good as hers,” and said maybe she should show her tits to get some attention around there.
Actually, she was getting plenty of attention, thanks to the amount of cleavage she was already showing, and all the leg. She was wearing a short skirt with a slit almost to her crotch, and when she hiked up the skirt a little, the crotch of her thin panties was exposed.
My girlfriend and I, now in Australia on holiday, had the experience of our lives at a nude beach near Sydney.
Sherry is what could be called “pint-size”—about 15 inches shorter than me. In the scrubby sand dunes, I rubbed suntan oil on her front; then she rolled over on the sheet and I worked the backs of her legs, then her bum. We often have anal sex, so I slid my slim seven inches gently in her bum. She complained about being squashed, so we rolled over with me on my back and her bum pushing into my belly. She loved it and started to play with her clit.
Another bloke walked up, nude, with a short fat cock. I indicated for him to kneel beside us. Sherry opened her mouth wide and covered Stumpy’s cock with it. I knew by her moans and the movement of her ass on me that she was really getting into it. After a while the thickness of his cock was too much for her. She said to me, “He’s too big for my mouth. Why don’t you take over?” I said okay. What she didn’t know was that another guy was kneeling on the other side of us waiting his turn!
For our neighbors’ Halloween party this year, I won a bet with my wife which let me choose our costumes. I decided I would be a sultan while Joan would wear a harem slave-girl outfit of little more than a bikini with a pair of gauzy sleeves and harem pants, plus a slave collar with a chain attached.
Joan was scandalized at first, but I reminded her that I’d won the bet, and she put the costume on. She looked incredible! While she’s only five-one, she has a stunning figure, and the outfit showed it off beautifully. I wanted to fuck her on the spot, but we had a party to attend. Playfully, I grabbed her chain and gave a little tug, saying, “Come on, slave.” She froze for a second, and I thought I had gone over the line, but then she followed me with no further protest.
At the party we started circulating, and I noticed Joan getting lots of looks from the guys. At one point we separated, and when I returned I found her surrounded by a quartet of admirers. Like us, they had a theme look: two dressed as Roman centurions, the other two wearing togas. I recognized Kip, the son of the party hosts, but the others were new to me. One of the guys was black.
Now that our children are grown, when the weather is nice my wife and I like to get in the car and just drive somewhere—to area attractions, flea markets, wherever. Late one afternoon while riding we saw a covered bridge next to a picnic area and park, and stopped to check it out. While we were looking around, evening set in, and for whatever reason I started feeling really horny.
I playfully grabbed my wife’s butt, which was concealed in a knee-length denim skirt. I should mention that Naomi has always been on the conservative side, normally dressing to conceal her sexy medium build. (Even now the only sign of her age is a hint of gray in her long, silky hair.) Actually, the sleeveless white knit blouse she was wearing that day showed off her gorgeous tits uncharacteristically well. She rebuffed a couple of advances from me, then gave in and let me kiss her. She even let me feel her up a little. But when I tried getting my hand up her skirt, she said no.
Trying another approach, I kissed her again and said there was just enough fading light for a few pictures, and got her to pose for me. I encouraged her to show some leg and told her to relax and live a little. She gave in, and I took more pics. Then I told her to flash me her panty crotch, and she said no. When I asked again, she said, “No, because I’m not wearing panties.”
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