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.
I want to tell you about something that happened about six months ago. I had been out of town, and got home a day earlier than I had planned. Wanting to surprise my fiancée, Jean, I went over to her place, but she wasn’t home. I thought she might be over at her older sister Holly’s house, since the two of them are very close, so I went over there to see.
Holly answered the door and invited me in. It was apparent by the towel wrapped around her head and the terrycloth robe she was wearing that she must have just gotten out of the shower. She offered me a drink, and although I thought it was pretty early to be drinking, I accepted.
Holly is 26 years old, four years older than Jean, and we had always gotten along pretty well. We sat around drinking and talking for a while and having a great time. Suddenly I became aware that from the way Holly was sitting, with her feet up on the coffee table, I had a clear view of the thick-lipped, puffy, pink gash between her legs, with strawberry-blonde curls surrounding it. Jean’s pussy is clean shaven, with thin lips, and I was so struck by the contrast that I couldn’t tear my eyes away. When I looked up, Holly was watching me peeking under her robe. My cock was stirring in my pants, and I was aware of her big emerald eyes riveted on the bulge between my legs.
I dropped my eyes to her crotch again, and watched as if hypnotized as she seductively opened and closed her legs. I let my eyes travel back up her body to find her still gazing at my crotch, running her index finger along her pouting lower lip in a curiously sensual motion.
I don’t wish to brag, but the fact is that I am known throughout my neighborhood, especially to married or divorced women, as a man who knows how to satisfy a woman orally. I am 48 years old, and nothing gives me more joy than to make a female come harder than she ever has before. A woman’s vagina reminds me of a lovely exotic flower, and as her excitement rises it is like watching that flower in bloom. If you cultivate that flower correctly and bring it to its peak with both skill and passion, the woman will never forget you, and many of them will tell their friends. Once word gets around that you are a mind-blowing lover who gets off by getting his partner off, believe me, the women will seek you out!
A few days ago I was working in the back yard when my wife came out to say that Tara, our neighbors’ 18-year-old daughter, had called to say that there was a terrible water leak in their basement. Her parents were away for the weekend, and she wanted to know if I could possibly help her. So I gathered a few tools and went to inspect the situation.
When Tara opened the door, the first thing I noticed was that she was obviously not wearing a bra. She had on a tight T-shirt that clung to a perfectly shaped pair of 36C tits, along with a rather short skirt. I always knew Tara was a knockout, but somehow I had never noticed how big those tits of hers had gotten.
For as far back as I can remember I was infatuated with Debra, a girl who lived a few houses down from me. She was only a year younger than me, so we frequently played together as children, and even at the age when boys are supposed to hate girls, I was crazy about her.
As the years passed and I became sexually aware, my infatuation naturally turned into desire. Debra was tall and lanky growing up, but as a teenager she bloomed. Her naturally dark hair flowed to the small of her back, and her breasts were the size of two ripe grapefruits. Her sky-blue eyes were hypnotizing, and her perfectly shaped legs seemed to go on forever. I was too shy, however, and too much in awe of her to make any sexual, or even romantic, advances.
During our senior year in high school, I often used to tutor Debra when she was having problems in one of her classes. Her family had an in-ground pool, and after studying we would usually go for a swim. I got into the sneaky habit of peeking at Debra afterwards, when she went into the pool house to dry off and change. I loved to watch her towel off her luscious body. Then, after she came out, I would go in, pick up her bikini bottoms and breathe in her scent as I masturbated, spraying off into them when I came.
I am a 44-year-old divorced male. I work as a general contractor, so I am very strong from years of manual labor. Since my divorce 10 years ago, however, I have never really felt the need to stay in shape. I have a beer belly from drinking too much over the years, and a generally sloppy appearance. Fortunately I have no desire to have a serious relationship, preferring to satisfy my sexual needs by picking up a girl in a bar every once in a while for a quick piece of ass or a blowjob.
A few months ago I started a job installing some new plumbing in a ritzy home owned by a wealthy older businessman. The owner of the home was my age, or a few years older, but his wife Gayle was a sexy little blonde in her mid-20s.
On the day I started the job, Gayle came into the bathroom where I was working, and she was completely naked. She acted surprised to see me, but I was pretty sure she knew I was there, and the way she exited the bathroom, very slowly, with her ass swaying sensuously, pretty much confirmed my suspicion that she had actually wanted me to see her beautiful nude body.
I got myself a job when I got out of college, but it didn’t give me a real sense of fulfillment, so I decided to volunteer for the Big Brothers program. After some training I got paired up with Nick, an 11-year-old boy who lived with his single mother. I look Nick fishing, to the park, and on other activities.
I would usually meet him at the local YMCA and drop him off outside his house afterwards, so I didn’t get to meet Mia, his mom, for at least two months after joining the program. When I finally did meet her she turned out to be a fairly attractive woman in her 30s. She was nice but not very outgoing; in fact, she seemed shy and a little mousy.
One day when I took Nick home, Mia was sitting on the porch. She invited me in for coffee, and I accepted. Nick went next door to his friend’s house, and Mia and I sat in the living room. Mia was wearing a denim skirt and a white blouse with some sort of floral print. She told me that Nick really looked up to me, and that she really appreciated having me in his life, especially since his father had picked up and left when he was six.
My wife and I live in an apartment building in the city. My friend Sam and his wife live in the same building, a couple of floors down. About six months ago a couple named Gil and Allie moved in across the hall. Allie was pregnant, and she delivered a healthy baby the following month.
As a couple Gil and Allie were nice enough, even though Allie was still a little plump after having the baby, and was a little on the plain side, with shoulder-length sandy-colored hair and green eyes. She and Gil argued a lot, and Allie was left alone quite a bit.
Then one day, after the two of them had an argument, Gil left and didn’t come back. This left Allie all alone with her baby, but somehow she managed.
One day, while our wives were out shopping, Sam and I were drinking beer in my apartment when we heard Allie come home with her baby.
Sam said, “Dude, we ought to nail her. I bet she’s so lonely and horny now that she’d let us both fuck her.”
I am a 44-year-old woman with fairly short red hair and a nice body, or so I’m told. I’m really just a typical stay-at-home mom and housewife—or at least I was, until my husband took a new job a few years ago. The money is great, but it takes almost all his time, and we really only get to see each other on weekends. So I guess it wasn’t really surprising that I soon got lonely and started to miss my husband—especially at night.
Part of my time is spent gardening in my back yard, which I generally do in a bikini, or in a halter and shorts. This often draws a certain amount of attention from the neighborhood men, which flatters me and turns me on as well.
When I started having these feelings I didn’t want to cheat on my husband, so I told him what was on my mind. After a long, understanding talk, he gave me his approval to fool around, as long as I felt safe with whoever I was with—but only on weekdays. Weekends were for him.
This has really spiced up our love life. On weekends, when I tell my hubby about my sexual escapades, we both get so turned on that we fuck like crazed teenagers. So maybe I’m not typical, but I’m not about to change either.