I was having a very sexy dream when the alarm went off at a quarter to three, so I responded eagerly when my husband, after silencing the shrill alarm, rolled over and gently cupped my already-moist pussy. With not much time before his buddy Rod would arrive to pick him up to go bird-hunting, I urged him to hurry and fuck me.
Even after nearly 20 years Pete has never grown tired of fucking me. This morning he thrust eagerly into me for five lovely minutes, bringing me to orgasm moments before unloading his cream.
He went to shower, and I put on panties and a robe to go down and start breakfast for the men, which I’d offered to do since Rod’s wife was fixing their lunches. I’d fixed a breakfast casserole the night before, so all I had to do was stick it in the oven I’d set to preheat early. I already had the table set, so there wasn’t much for me to do except have a cup of coffee and wait.
I’d just poured my coffee when Rod tapped on the back door. I let him in and poured him coffee, but when I told him Pete was in the shower he leapt into action, pressing me against the counter and locking lips with me. I wasn’t totally surprised, as he’d been trying to get in my pants ever since Pete and he became good friends at least 15 years ago.
I was trying to finish some boring paperwork when the receptionist buzzed and said that there was a man on the phone identifying himself as “Zach, a childhood friend from Nebraska.” I thought a moment, then said I couldn’t remember any such person and hung up. She buzzed right back and said, “He said he got your number from Clara, your mother.”
I said I’d take the call, figuring I could just hang up if it was some nut. It took a few hints, but I finally realized that this was my “first boyfriend,” so to speak. He was a neighbor’s only child, the same as I was, so we were sort of thrown together in our rural area—until his family moved away when we were about ten. Being raised on farms, we knew how animals reproduced and it didn’t take much exploring to figure out how it works for humans. We never did actually do it, for fear of making a baby and getting into big trouble, but after he moved away I cried myself to sleep many nights thinking I’d lost the love of my life.
We talked for 40 minutes. Zach was married with four kids. I told him I was married but had no children. He said he was going to be in my area in a few weeks with a few days between appointments and would love to see me for lunch if at all possible. I took his office number and said I’d get back to him in a couple of days after checking my schedule.
I thought about talking to my husband about it. Alfie and I have a relationship that’s somewhere between “open marriage” and “don’t ask, don’t tell.” We’re both well aware that we’ve both “strayed,” and we find that it works best if we don’t talk about it too much. In this case, though, I was concerned that since Alfie knew about my ancient history with Zach, if he should find out that I was meeting him, or had met him, he might feel that I was concealing something from him.
My husband Gil and I were at a party at a friend’s house when Gil got a call saying that something had broken down at the plant, and he had to go in and fix it. I got a ride home with a friend, and when I got there I undressed and climbed into bed, expecting my husband to be home any minute. I’d only been in bed a couple of minutes when I heard his car pulling into the driveway.
A few minutes later he was climbing into bed, taking me in his arms and kissing me tenderly as he caressed my breasts. His right hand slid down my torso to the soft curly hair leading to my cunt. I held my breath when he asked me to spread my legs, and I felt his fingers slipping between them to discover the unmistakable feeling of semen oozing from my freshly fucked pussy.
I opened wide to receive him as he moved to mount me, slipping his seven and a half inches into me easily, my vagina being luxuriantly lubricated as a result of my recent extramarital activities. Gil had to hold himself still for a long moment to avoid exploding, as nothing excites him more than this type of surprise. Putting his lips to my ear, he whispered, “Who was it this time, you little minx. Whose come is my cock swimming in now?”
Mae and I had been married only five months when my buddy Mark asked me if he could fuck my wife. I was surprised, but I said, “Let’s go inside, and you can ask her.”
Once we were inside I turned on the camcorder. Mark started rubbing his crotch while he smiled at Mae, who was sitting across the room. She saw the bulge in his crotch and looked at me. I smiled and winked at her, giving her my okay to do as she pleased. She stood up then and did a slow strip tease. Mark then got his clothes off as fast as he could, and I followed them to our bedroom.
My wife lay down on the bed. “Come on, Mark,” she said. “You can have all of my ass you want.”
Mark got between her legs and stuck his six inches inside her up to his balls. A minute later he shot off and started to pull his dick out, but Mae pulled on his hips and said, “Fuck me again, damn it. Shoot my pussy full of come.” I kept the camera on them as he did so, shooting several loads of jism into my wife. When he did pull out, Mae just lay there with her legs spread, come all over her cunt and running down her ass crack.
My wife Lavinia is 67 and gorgeous. For those readers who might think 67 is too old to be of interest and are considering jumping to the next letter, let me say that if you saw my Lavinia, you would immediately want to fuck her. She regularly gets hit on by all age groups, from 18 up. All our male friends think she is the hottest thing around and can hardly hide the lust in their eyes when they look at her, whether young or mature, married or unmarried.
Well, after 46 years of marriage, my very beautiful, still shapely, very sexy wife got her first outside fuck. It happened during the planning for her high school’s 50th reunion party.
Sean had been one of Lavinia’s boyfriends in high school. He was not a long-time, serious boyfriend, but they had gotten as far as jerking each other off, which was rather bold in those days. Of course he wanted more, but she had denied him, largely because of her religious background. Their limited relationship had ended when they both went off to college.
Dylan had driven a truck for my husband’s firm for several years while getting his teaching degree, and now he was leaving us to begin his first teaching job at a local high school. Both Cal and I were certainly going to miss him. He was 25, single and the nicest man you could ever meet. Cal had always worked Dylan’s driving schedule around his classes, making it possible for him to complete his courses.
Although Cal and I still have a great sex life even after almost 20 years of marriage, I have a roving eye for men, and have had numerous lovers over the years. These affairs were all approved by my husband, who knows what a horny woman I am, and that I can take physical pleasure from another man without becoming emotionally involved.
Cal wasn’t the least bit surprised when I told him I wanted to give Dylan a special bonus in appreciation of his years of service. I’d said many times in the past that I would jump Dylan in a heartbeat if he hadn’t been an employee, and now that he wasn’t one anymore there was nothing to stop me. Cal suggested we invite him out to the lake house to spend the weekend following his last day at work. He was sure I could make something happen, given a chance to be alone with Dylan after he, Cal, conveniently went to bed early.
I thought my husband had forgotten his house keys or something when I was startled by the doorbell ringing a little after four in the morning. He had left not 15 minutes earlier to go fishing at the lake with his friend Hank. I jumped out of bed, slipped on a pair of panties and grabbed a short terrycloth robe, which I was still zipping up the front when I opened the door. I was quite surprised to see Phil, our next-door neighbor, standing there with a fishing pole. I had answered the phone myself when he’d called the night before, saying he had to work today and couldn’t go fishing with the other guys.
I told him the other men had already left, but invited him in for a cup of coffee. When I noticed that his eyes were focused on my chest, I realized he had probably gotten a flash of my tits when I’d opened the door. He confirmed this by saying, “I knew you would have beautiful breasts, Marge, but they’re even larger and more beautiful than I expected.”
I tried to change the subject as I poured out the coffee, saying, “I told Vic you called and said you couldn’t go with them, so you should have called again if you wanted to go along.”
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!