Last summer my wife and I went on a two-week road trip in our convertible. It was great to travel on the open highway with the top down, catching the sun and the summer breezes. Along the way Kate and I stopped at many tourist spots, roadside bars and taverns. We were in no real hurry and had no specific agenda. Most days we slept in late and partied late into the night.
The first Friday night of our trip we met up with a couple named Ned and Lily. Like us they were married, in their 30s and on vacation. We shared some drinks and conversation and found out they were staying at a local hotel. At the end of the night they invited us to go with them the next day to a lake in the area that was known as an outdoor party spot. Kate thought it was an awesome idea, and we arranged to pick them up the next morning in our car so we could let the top down.
Later in our room I told Kate I’d noticed Ned checking her out whenever he had a chance. She smiled and blushed and said she’d sort of noticed too, and hoped I wasn’t jealous. I said not only was I not jealous, I was proud of her, even a little turned on! I went as far as to ask if she was turned on by him. After some prodding she finally admitted that she was. Again I said I wasn’t upset, and since we were on vacation she should have fun and let herself go.
I was awakened that Saturday morning by my husband, who had just returned from a week-long business trip. Before I was fully awake Don had taken me in his arms, and our lips were locked in a passionate kiss as he filled his hands with my naked breasts.
I was delighted to feel his arms around me, because lately it had seemed as though one or another of us was always traveling, and our time together had been limited. When I felt his urgent erection against my leg, I wished I’d gotten up early enough to shower and douche. I knew it was too late when I felt his hand creeping up my thigh. I felt his body tense just a little as his fingers encountered the dry crusted hair around my swollen pussy lips. He kissed me again while he carefully parted my tender lips and slipped his middle finger in my creamy cunt.
I was still devastated over losing my 91-year-old grandfather when I received a letter from a law firm informing me I’d inherited his lakeside summer home a few miles from the Canadian border. That reduced me to tears from memories of spending so many summer vacations when I was young.
The formalities of possession and title would take several months to complete, but the lawyers advised me to check on the property and arrange for someone to look after it to avoid vandalism. After I received a set of keys, on a Wednesday afternoon my husband drove me to the airport. I planned to stay in a motel near Grandpa’s that night and drive out to the lake the next morning.
I studied a map before I set out, but as I got near the lake that I remembered so well, my memories became clear. I was so excited when I arrived at the house that I wasted no time getting inside. Suddenly a man’s voice boomed out, “What the hell are you doing in this house, lady?” I turned and saw a man about my age standing just inside the door with a gun in his hand!
Every married man has missed out on a big thing if he has not seen the look of ecstasy on his wife’s face as she is being carried to orgasmic heights by him and his best friend.
In our case it began almost accidentally. One night, after a dance at the country club, my wife Joyce invited several couples to come to our house for a nightcap. Our friend Fred came by himself, explaining that his wife had partied a little too much and had gone home to bed.
Fred stayed behind after the others had left to help us clean up. When Joyce complained that her neck was stiff, he offered to rub it for her, and she readily accepted. As he rubbed her neck, one of the shoulder straps of her dress slipped down, revealing a portion of her low-cut bra. The fact that her nipples were straining against the front of the bra showed that she was truly enjoying the touch of his hands on her skin.
It was only a little over a mile to the motel, but I thought my panties were going to burst into flames before we got there, in spite of the fact that they were soaking wet. I couldn’t let this travel time go to waste, so I unzipped Paul’s pants and fished out his large hard cock, and I had most of that thick shaft down my throat by the time we stopped in front of room 221. My hot mouth had worked its magic in those few minutes, because he was now just as anxious as I was to douse the flames in my snatch with a healthy load of come. We raced to the door, where he dropped the key twice while trying to get it unlocked.
We were inside the room before I realized that his hard-on was still sticking out through his fly, so I dropped to my knees to give him a little more oral encouragement. He reached to draw me up off his throbbing organ, pulling me to my feet and kissing me passionately as he began stripping me. It was only seconds before we tumbled onto the bed, me on my back with my widely spread legs in the air. A cry of delight came from my throat as his cock parted my pussy lips and entered my hot slick cunt.
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I’d just gotten into the shower when my husband came home, and when he discovered where I was he naturally decided to join me. We have a large walk-in shower with numerous heads, and we’ve had some memorable times in there. Although we’ve been married for over 16 years, I wasn’t the least bit surprised to see Stan sporting an erection when he opened the shower stall door.
We’d seen each other only half an hour earlier, at the shop where we both worked, when I’d tracked him down to tell him I was heading home to start getting ready for the wedding reception we were to attend that evening. Finding him up on a catwalk, I climbed up to join him. When I got to him he gave me a kiss and whispered, “Baby, you’ve just given Kevin the thrill of his life.”
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My wife Nancy turned 50 two years ago, and she is still a beautiful, sexy woman. She is five feet two, with a very pretty face, brown hair, green eyes, a tight firm ass and a sleek size-two body that she loves to show off in tantalizingly short dresses. She also loves to work out, and it shows.
During the first 30 years of our marriage, we would from time to time explore our sexual fantasies, which often included Nancy having sex with me and another man. She would get very passionate when we had such fantasies, but whenever I would ask her if she would consider actually doing it with someone else, she would always decline.
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The call from Matthew, my boyfriend from more than 30 years ago, was innocent enough. That Monday afternoon Paul, my husband, handed me the phone, saying, “Matthew is calling.” I was surprised by his call, but also curious.
“It’s been a long time, Ginny,” Matthew said. He explained that he would be performing nearby (he’s a musician) and would really like to meet with me Thursday to catch up on our lives. Taken off guard, I said I had to check my schedule. What I really wanted was to discuss this with my husband. When I did, to my surprise Paul didn’t seem concerned about me meeting Matthew, especially since he’d be traveling the rest of the week.
I agreed to meet Matthew Thursday evening at the swank hotel where he was performing. I really felt that this get-together would be short and sweet and an early evening home. To the contrary, it turned into a long and memorable night.
As I type this letter, I am advising my wife Rosie on how to dress. You see, this is the time of year when the company I work for does employee evaluations on all middle and upper management personnel. This evening after hours my boss will conduct my evaluation.
rosie: Yes, Charlie (my husband) is helping me get dressed. He tells me what to put on and what not to put on. The latter part seems to predominate. I am not permitted to wear panties or bra. And my pussy must be freshly shaved. For the last four years I have always participated in Charlie’s evaluations. His boss likes me and I like him, even though he is pretty old. He is very masculine and powerful, which excites me sexually. He is also very handsome and in my opinion dresses, look and acts like a CEO should. He is classy.
You would be impressed by my helpfulness, I’m sure.
Awhile back I wrote to you about a trip my wife Liz and I took to Las Vegas, where I arranged a night out with Roger, an old college basketball teammate who lived in the area. I had a strong suspicion that Liz was turned on by black guys, and I’d always had a not-so-secret desire to see her make it with another man, especially a black man. Roger, as you have probably guessed, is black.
As I wrote previously, they hit it off very well, and Roger ended up getting a blowjob in the back of our car while he fingered Liz to orgasm. I was immensely turned on watching my wife lick and suck his big ebony shaft. Our only regret was that they weren’t able to fuck, since we had no condoms and Roger was feeling a little guilty about his wife. But it was a great experience, and Liz and I had terrific sex for months afterwards while we recalled that little tryst.
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