I own an audio and video business. My bread and butter is providing video services for weddings.
I’ve been friends with Gina for 15 years, since our mid-20s. About six years ago she married Barry, and I’ve been friends with him since. Gina was always an attractive girl. She’s about five-foot- nine, 135 pounds, with long dark hair. She had “bite-size” boobs until two years ago when she gave birth to her and Barry’s only child, and all her pregnancy weight went to her chest.
Her boobs are huge now, probably 35Ds, and I don’t think she switched out any of her clothes to compensate, because in every outfit she wears, her jugs are on the verge of falling out! All guys get silver-dollar eyes around her. Barry is also really good-looking—tall and in fantastic shape. He’s a police officer in a neighboring town, rotating schedules every eight weeks—8am to 4pm, 4pm to midnight, or midnight to 8am.
About a month ago, while I was having lunch with Gina and Barry they asked if they could talk some business. I said sure. They asked for my discretion; I said of course. They asked whether I’d ever done video-recording services of “an intimate nature.” I said I hadn’t. Barry said he and Gina were interested in recording themselves in an intimate setting before they got too old and out of shape, and asked whether I would be interested. Gina said I could keep a copy as long as I promised not to share it or distribute it. I said they could count on me.
“Do you think your mistress will have great cell sex with me tonight?” I asked the dog, stretched out on her back on the couch across the room from me.
My wife had been gone for less than a day and would be away for 20 more. My roomie that night, the only one left home with me, our 60-pound golden retriever, responded by wagging her tail against the back of the sofa and scratching her itching side with a few rapid paw movements.
“Can I take that as a yes?” I asked in response to her scratching. As the dog paid no attention to my flimsy attempt at conversation, I said, “You say she always does?” Dusty stared at me from her back, with her hind legs flopped apart in an obscene disregard for decorum, her private parts blatantly displayed for God and everyone. “What?” I protested as she closed her eyes and cut me out of her world. “You listen in?”
The year before, when my wife attended a weeklong conference, we had begun the phone-sex routine. Horny as the prospect of a week’s worth of forced abstinence drove me to be, I called and we talked, and eventually got around to sex. She purred, we talked sexy, and then we each described for the other what we were doing to ourselves and wanted to do to each other. Actually, it wasn’t bad. By the end of the week it developed into telling one another our juiciest sex fantasies over the phone while we cuddled, lustfully, 2000 miles apart.
For nine wonderful years, our life—my wife’s and mine—was filled with fun, love and a deep friendship, even if our sex life wasn’t much more than adequate. She was more of an accommodator than a sexually exciting woman, and I have to admit that during our time together, while I was always faithful, on many occasions I sighed silently when a beautiful, sexy woman caught my eye and that primal urge overcame me.
And fantasy can make up for shortcomings, but only up to a point. Oh, I’d had my share of amorous adventures before I met my wife, and while we were together I tried to interest her in more adventurous exploits like swinging and sharing. But that wasn’t her, and I wouldn’t have given up what we had together for anything.
Then she was gone. Cancer.
A little over a year after her passing, my stepson (her son from her previous marriage) came to visit me in Florida for a fishing trip. Since I work an hour from home, he flew into the airport near my office, but he wouldn’t be arriving until three hours after I quit work. I decided to pass the time in a large convenience store-slash-gas station next to one of the many parking lots around the airport. I could park for free and wait for his call. (We had arranged that when his plane was on the ground and he had his baggage he would call me and I would pick him up at the curb.)
So after work I drove there and parked. But as I was walking across the parking lot to the store, I was approached by a pretty strawberry blonde about 23 or 24. She was short but nicely shaped, wearing a low-cut orange sundress that showed off her pert round tits exceptionally well. She explained that she had driven down from Pennsylvania for a job interview and had pulled in to purchase gas for her return trip and discovered her credit card was over the limit.
My wife of five years and I decided to take a cruise to “get away from it all.” Online I found a deal on a seven-night Mexican cruise and booked it without further research, which turned out not to be the smartest thing I’ve ever done. Melissa and I (in our 30s) wound up on a ship where the average age must have been at least 75!
For the first night’s dinner we chose group seating and got seated with two other “young” couples—in their 50s! It went okay, but we weren’t enthused. The next night we chose to have our own table, which resulted in an hour wait for seating!
The third night we spotted a couple who actually looked a few years younger than us! We got seated with them, and dinner turned out great. We had lots in common and ate and talked for a couple of hours, putting away three bottles of wine. After dessert Melissa told Gil and Pamela we’d brought some vodka on board and invited them to our cabin for a nightcap.
My mother was pissed when she called telling me dad had backed out of going with her on a cruise she’d earned as a bonus for twenty years of service to the company she’d started working for when I started first grade. She asked if I would go with her since none of her friends could get away for two weeks. I told her I would check with my husband and let her know in a few days.
Ray loves my mom and told me I should give my hot little pussy a rest and go for it. He said spending some quality time with my mom would be good for both of us. I love sex and get plenty of it from my husband and carefully chosen lovers, but as he said, I should give my unit some rest.
I found myself boarding a huge cruise liner with my mother two months later after my husband assured me that my pussy would not hair over and seal itself shut if I went without sex for two weeks.
My husband and I attended the wedding reception of the daughter of our friends, Mark and Barb, whom we hadn’t seen in quite a few years.
Several years ago they had some trouble when Barb went out with friends after work and ended up having sex with her boss. She got herself knocked up. Since Mark got fixed after the birth of their daughter, there was no way out for her except to tell the truth. She left, moving to the west coast where she lost the baby. She then got her tubes tied like she’d wanted to in the first place, then really went wild, fucking her way through a number of lovers.
I consoled Mark after she left and still had a vivid memory of having his eight and a half inch cock churning away in my also unfaithful cunt, proving to him a woman could fuck a man without being in love with him. I drained Mark’s balls for the next nine months until he realized he still loved Barb and joined her in Oregon where they reunited. But now we were in Portland to help them celebrate their daughter Stacy’s marriage with all of that far behind us.
My husband and his friend, Grant had planned this reunion for months. Grant is Theo’s best friend and even though Grant is five years older than Theo, their families were close, so it was only natural they grew close, too. Grant and his wife Louise were coming to spend ten days with us at our vacation home where the guys planned to catch the big one out of the nearby lake.
Things started to unravel when Louise packed her bags and left Grant to move in with the doctor, who had been her lover, three weeks before they were to come. Grant said we should just forget the weekend but Theo and I convinced him to come anyway saying it would be good for him to get away from everything for a while.
Grant arrived at our house about three and had all of his gear packed into Theo’s truck by three-thirty. I’d driven the truck home leaving my car for Theo who had to finish setting up fixtures for a job that had to be done while we were away. He planned on being home by four. Grant and I sat down with a couple of beers to wait for him.
It all started about six months ago when my wife, Cora and I went out for dinner. We stopped at a store on the way home to buy some beer.
While I was paying for it, I saw a Penthouse Letters magazine on the shelf and just had to buy it. I haven’t read one for many years. (That was the best money I have ever spent.)
When I got back in the car I gave it to my wife and told her to start reading it.
My wife has gorgeous, long black hair, and an amazing set of boobs. Her ass is just right, too. She is stunning to look at.
She started reading the magazine and in no time she had her hand up her dress. I asked her what got her going and she said the magazine was great, and she couldn’t wait to fool around. She started to read a letter to me. It was about a woman getting tied up and being fucked. That got me really hot as well, so I moved my hand up her dress and felt her wet pussy. Her juices were really flowing. I pulled my hand back and licked her juices from my fingers.
I thought I’d take this time to relate a thrilling sexual experience I had.
My wife Lyn and I moved into our new home and decided to have a house warming party. We couldn’t decide what theme to choose and were arguing back and forth about it. I wanted a sports, while Lyn wanted a Mardi Gras party. Since neither one of us was giving up, we decided to flip a coin. I won.
When picking out our costumes, Lyn was mad that it was a sports’ theme because she wanted to wear something sexy to show off her wonderful body. She is 35 and has curves to die for.
Suddenly a thought came to her. She’d be more accepting of the theme if she could wear my old college football uniform and I’d wear her old cheerleading uniform. Yes, she was dead serious.
Being that I’m a real joker at my office, I had no problem with it. When I tried it on though, it was way too small. But that didn’t stop my wife. Lyn said she’d figure something out.
I am 5’10” and 200 pounds of solid muscle. When I was younger, I loved picking on small nerds. (I admit I was a jerk). I would tease and taunt them, especially this younger boy, Ben who lived across the street from me.
He was short and weighed about a hundred pounds (if that), glasses, bad hair—the whole deal. He used to always beg me to look at my porno mags and tell him about girls I had.
When I came home from the Marines for a visit, Ben was 18 and just out of high school. One day our cleaning lady, Shelly knocked on my door and told me Ben was looking for me. I told her to send the little wimp away. She said, “C’mon be nice to him, and maybe I’ll be nice to you later,” and winked at me.