My husband John and I have been happily married for nine years, and have two beautiful children. Up until a year ago we had been totally faithful to each other. The honeymoon had definitely worn off, but our sex life was still pretty good, and neither of us ever even thought about greener grass on the other side of the fence—at least I didn’t. Oh sure, if I saw an attractive man I might wonder for a moment what he might be like in the sack, but it was never more than a fleeting fantasy.
My husband is a successful businessman, and his company does a lot of business with various large corporations in the area. Consequently we get a lot of invitations to functions connected with his work. A lot of them are boring as heck, but usually you get a pretty good dinner out of it, and sometimes the speaker is even interesting.
One night about a year ago, John and I were attending a fund-raiser for a local charity. This particular event was a little different from most, in that there was assigned seating, and husbands and wives were split up and placed at different tables. Since I didn’t know very many of the people attending this fund-raiser, I wasn’t happy about being apart from my husband, and found myself wishing I had stayed home. I walked around the ballroom until I found the table with my name card on it. Just as I started to sit down, I heard a voice from behind me saying, “Well, at least I get to sit next to a pretty lady. That makes it all worth while!”
My husband Roy had worked diligently on designing and producing a new metal press that he was anxious to display at an industrial show being held in a major city. I’m usually the one who has to do these shows alone, while he remains home operating our plant, so I was thrilled when he said he wanted to go and help me display this revolutionary product, and hopefully make a few sales as well.
I stayed home to take care of the payroll while Roy went ahead to set up the display, then joined him the day before the show started. We completed the preparations early, then went back to the hotel to shower and get ready to take one of our regular clients out to dinner.
Roy had been without me for three days, and his cock became hard when he saw me strip down for my shower. My panties and bra had hardly hit the floor before he was embracing me. I knew he was horny, and I had no objection to spending a little time on my back taking care of the man I loved, while enjoying what I loved doing most.
I’m serving an eight-year term in prison, and recently was placed in a drug-treatment program. One of the counselors is a brunette I’ll call Charlene—a goddess. She was always friendly and interested in my treatment. I thought maybe she liked me, but I wasn’t sure.
One day Charlene called me to her office. When I got there, she was eating lunch. She had a bunch of fresh strawberries in front of her, and as I walked in she was inserting an extra-large one between her strawberry-stained lips. What I would do, I thought, to have her do with my cock what she’s doing with that strawberry!
I asked why she called for me, and she smiled. “Well,” she said, “I need some help, and no one else seems right for the job.” She asked me if I’d eaten lunch, then picked up another strawberry, dipped it in sugar and began to lick it slowly with her tongue.
I had to clear my throat. “Well,” I said, “I do have a sweet tooth.” My cock was throbbing in my pants, and my reaction was beginning to become noticeable. And Charlene noticed it, all right! She got up, came around the desk and put a strawberry in my mouth. In a sexy voice she asked if I wanted “some sugar with that.”
There was no mistaking her meaning. I grabbed her firm little ass with one hand and pulled her in against my bulging cock. She lost no time reaching down and pulling it out, then dropped to her knees and caressed the head with her lips. I took hold of the top of her head and guided it down to my throbbing shaft, and she took it in her throat like a pro. I could hardly restrain myself from coming right there. She looked up at me, her eyes shining.
When my cock started to quake, she grabbed it at the base, as if to choke off the come, smiled up at me and sucked the length of it four or five times. As she did, she put her free hand under her skirt and played with her pussy. When she knew I couldn’t take any more, she took her hand and mouth off my cock and said to shoot all over her face. I did. When I was drained, she took my cock in her mouth again and soon began to have an orgasm herself. When she finished, we cleaned up and ate the remaining strawberries. Then I went back to my cell.
Since then I’ve had a few more encounters with Charlene, though not as many as I would like. It makes serving my prison sentence a hell of a lot easier!—Name and address withheld
Last week my husband had to work late every night on a special project. By Friday I was so horny, I called Victor at work and asked if he’d like to go out later. He said he was just finishing his project and could meet me around seven. I suggested a posh downtown singles bar I’d heard about from my single girlfriends. He said he would see me at seven.
I dressed to thrill (I hoped!) and figured I’d head downtown early and have a drink or two before Victor arrived. I took a seat at the end of the bar and ordered a drink. I looked around. There weren’t many customers as yet, but I did notice a well-dressed young stockbroker type at the other end of the bar—mid-20s, I’d say, very handsome and very well-built. When the bartender brought me a refill, he said it was “compliments of the gentleman,” pointing at the looker at the end of the bar. So I looked his way, smiled and mouthed thank you.
He came down to my end of the bar and asked in a deep, sexy voice if he could join me. “Sure,” I said. He introduced himself as Paul and said he was attending a conference and was leaving the following afternoon.
I was a virgin until I was 18, and before the incident I’m about to recount had only been with five men, none of them having a cock larger than around seven inches.
I’m 24, and for a couple of years had been playing a game at work, scheduling incoming military personnel for classes at the medical school on our base. I’m the last person they see when processing in, and when a guy stands at my desk to get his schedules, if he’s at least five-nine, his crotch is at my eye level. I’ve taken to trying to imagine the size of their cocks. I get wet fantasizing about some of them.
Last week late in the day a young captain asked me if I had his schedule, and I said, “Yes, sir, I have it right here. Look it over and make sure all the information’s correct.” Lawrence was about six feet one and very handsome, with black hair and brown eyes. As he read over the document, he reached down and adjusted his cock in his pants, and my eyes followed. He was obviously wearing boxers, and when he adjusted his cock it was like he was adjusting a large cucumber! My pussy juices really started to flow.
It was a little past eight Sunday morning when Cheryl arrived home after spending her first night away from me since our marriage. She looked a fright—hair mussed, makeup smeared—and appeared not to have slept at all. A telltale sign that she’d had sex was the bags under her eyes, which last for several hours after we’ve had good sex. Another dead giveaway: She was smiling.
Although I wasn’t sure that I really wanted to know, my first words were: “What happened?” Her response was: “I need a shower. I’ll tell you all about it later.”
When she put her purse on the bed, I noticed that her bra and panties were stuffed inside. I watched intently as she unbuttoned her blouse and removed it, exposing hickey-covered tits. When she pulled her slacks off, my jaw dropped at the sight of her swollen, bruised cunt. She smiled at me as she adjourned to the bathroom.
After my first husband died, all the married men I knew seemed to come out of the woodwork to “console” me, until I married the first single man I went out with. I soon learned that it was a mistake and got a divorce, then devoted myself to selling the business my first husband and I had worked so hard to build, since it was too much to handle alone.
Once my finances were in order, I decided to go someplace where nobody knew me and kick back, letting my mind and body relax. It was summer, so the South was out. But I love the mountains, and located a small modern cabin in the Rockies. I packed shorts, jeans and numerous tops and headed out in the four-wheel-drive truck that had been my first husband’s.
I arrived in a picturesque small town and located the agent I had rented the cabin through. She said it would be best to show me where it was, since most of the roads were unmarked—it was only six miles out of town, but it took half an hour to get to!
After the kids left the kitchen and I started to clean up the dinner table, my husband told me a story that a guy in his office had told him that afternoon. He said he could barely believe it. His coworker said he was on the subway in the corner of the car when a woman in a short dress with nothing underneath started giving a guy a handjob, then let him actually fuck her right there in the crowded car!
I just said something like “Yeah, who could believe that?” But the story stuck with me, as you’ll see.
Being a 33-year-old housewife, I don’t get much chance to dress sexy like I did when I was young and single, but I do when I can. When I go to the mall I like to wear heels and a tight sweater with a short skirt. As I walk around, the men stare at my legs. I love the attention! It really turns me on when I feel a guy’s eyes roaming over my body. I’ll even give a lucky guy or two a flash by bending over to pick something up that I “accidentally” dropped or by sitting on a bench and crossing and uncrossing my legs as they walk by.
I think of Seth as just another horny doctor trying to get laid easily because of his status at the hospital where I work as a nurse. He’s made passes at every nurse in the place and most of the admin staff and custodial staff as well. He’s tried to bed me at least once a week for the last year.
I’m used to a lot of male attention, but Seth was too much. However, one day I was mad at my asshole husband and finally let Seth have his way with me. When he made his normal move of putting his arm around my shoulder, I didn’t stop him like usual. When his hand slid down further to caress the soft curved top of my breasts, I still didn’t stop him. Was he ever surprised when I let him squeeze my round ass through my uniform! He saw my erect nipples and went half insane.
I travel a lot on business and always get my share of attention from men I meet. At 34 I’m in my prime and often find myself horny when many miles from home and husband. I’ve had countless one-night stands but am selective and discreet when I do. One rule I stick to is never mixing business with pleasure, even though this has cost me sales I knew I could have had.
One weekend when I’d already been away from home for five days, I was stuck in Cincinnati waiting for a Monday-afternoon pitch meeting. Friday evening I went down to dinner determined to see if there were any available men my type. Since it was hot and muggy, I’d skipped hose, zipping myself into a snug light blue sheath, with white heels, and was carrying just a small clutch purse.
It was early, and I was offered my choice of tables. I chose one by a window overlooking the river and asked for time to enjoy a cocktail before ordering, then sat sipping it. My thoughts were interrupted by the waiter saying to me, “Excuse me, miss, but the gentleman in the doorway would like to join you and pick up your dinner check in exchange for the pleasure of your company.”