I had an experience last winter that still excites me when I think about it. It was a bitterly cold January night here in the upper Midwest. My wife had tons of classroom papers to correct, so I drove her to school so she could work that evening. There was a wrestling meet that night, so I went to the gym to kill some time watching until my wife finished.
The competition that night was somewhat weak, so the crowd was rather small. I sat off to one side high up in the bleachers. A short time later I noticed my wife’s friend Rita standing below, looking around. I waved casually, and when she didn’t find any other familiar faces, she climbed up and sat next to me.
A month ago I found a leaky pipe in my bathroom. As my husband was away, I called in Cal, a retired plumber who lives in our neighborhood and still does odd jobs. He’s a nice old fellow and I’ve always liked him.
When he showed up I wasn’t exactly formally dressed. I was wearing an old T-shirt that was so short it barely covered my ass, and my breasts were clearly outlined. I didn’t worry about it, since I figured Cal was too old to be interested.
Well, I was wrong. As he went about fixing the pipe, the old man spent a good deal of time eyeing me up and down, and it made me horny. Finally I went up to my bedroom, took my panties off and dropped them on the floor. Then I called Cal to come help me move a dresser before he left.
Spring had come early, and the first warm Saturday afternoon found me out on the golf course, looking for someone else with golf fever to play with. I was disappointed when I found no one available. But as I was hanging out by the clubhouse, a dark-haired woman in her mid-40s showed up. I had seen her around before, and knew her name was Lorna. I greeted her and asked if she had a partner.
“I was supposed to play with my friend, but he called and said he couldn’t make it,” she said. “What did you have in mind?”
“Well, I was just looking for someone to play with,” I replied.
She smiled. “Would you like to play with me, since my partner couldn’t make it?” she asked. She said this in an insinuating manner, as though she was talking about more than golf.
I used to play pro soccer until an injury sidelined me permanently. I went back home, got a job and tried to put it all behind me, until one day a friend called and asked me if I would coach a local girls’ soccer team. At first I said no, but once I got to thinking about it I realized how much I missed the game. So, even though it was just coaching, I figured, why not?
At the first team practice I met a bunch of the girls’ parents. Among them was a woman in her 40s, with teased blonde hair and a very big set of tits, wearing a tight white T-shirt and red shorts. During a break in the practice session this woman approached me. I now noticed that her shorts were tight enough to show that she had a great ass. Her thighs were slightly thick, but nicely tanned. She stood close enough for me to inhale the sweet perfume she was wearing as she said, “I’m told you played pro soccer, is that right?”
I looked into her blue eyes and then at her tits as I said, “Yes I did, until I got hurt.”
I am a 35-year-old married woman with two teenage kids and a loving husband. I am five feet five inches tall, with dark brown shoulder-length hair and a nice figure which still draws lots of male attention. My husband, although a good provider, is sometimes lacking in the bedroom department, but aside from an occasional grope at a party or on the dance floor at a club, I’ve never really been unfaithful to him—until recently.
A few months ago we decided to redo our kitchen, and we called a contractor who’d been recommended by some friends of ours. When the guy came around to give us an estimate, he turned out to be a well-built black man in his 20s. When we were introduced he smiled at me in a way that led me to believe his interest wasn’t just in our kitchen. This feeling was reinforced when my husband left the room to answer the phone and Albert, the contractor, very quickly and nonchalantly squeezed my butt. A secret thrill went through me, but I didn’t say or do anything at the time.
Most of the renovation was to be done while my husband was at work and the kids in school, and I had no problem with that whatsoever. On the day the work started I dressed in a tight top and a black pleated skirt, underneath which I wore a white lace body suit with a snap crotch. I cleared out the kitchen as Albert got his tools ready. This gave him the chance to see what was under my skirt as I twirled and bent over while clearing out the final items.
Ginny, my live-in girlfriend, is a beautiful 26-year-old woman who makes me happy and proud to be the man she loves. But she also has an older sister named Erin, who is one of the hottest women I’ve ever seen. She has a lovely face and a fabulous body, and I always found myself drooling over her at family functions and get-togethers.
We hadn’t seen Erin for a while after she got divorced, and when Ginny mentioned her one day I suggested that she invite her over for dinner and to watch a movie, and she agreed.
Erin came over a week later, and when she arrived my cock jumped. She looked hotter than ever, wearing tight blue jeans, a tight black shirt with her tits nearly popping out of it, and a sexy pair of heels. She was absolutely gorgeous.
It all started when my husband’s friend Les got into a motorcycle crash. He wasn’t hurt too seriously, but he had to take some time off from work to recover. The doctor told him to stay off his feet, and since my husband and I live about five miles away and I had been laid off from my job, I was drafted to help him out.
Les is kind of a rough guy and has lots of biker friends who hang around with him, so I figured I wouldn’t have to do that much for him.
One evening as I drove up to Les’s place I saw a girl on a bike streaking away. When I got inside Les was lying on his couch, naked, his large cock standing straight up out of his crotch. I could feel my face flushing with embarrassment, but he didn’t even try to cover up.
My daughter and her boyfriend recently left the military and moved in with me until they could find good jobs and a place of their own. For me at 43, after living alone for several years, it felt good to have them. It felt especially good to have a man in the house again.
Within a few weeks my daughter indicated that they were getting close to having “an announcement,” which pleased me. Nate’s a great guy—good-looking and fit, with a great personality.
My daughter took a job working nearby which left Nate and me home alone in the daytime, since his job entailed several weeks of swing shifts each year. One day while she was working, after he took his shower he came up behind me while I was making breakfast, still wearing my sleep shirt and panties. I turned around and the towel around him simply dropped! We were about face-to-face. He tried to pick it up in a quick move and accidentally bumped my head. I fell back, but he grabbed me before I hit the stove and pulled me to him. His cock pressed into me, and wow, did it feel good!
My buddy Ron and I had cut the doctor’s lawn for a couple of summers, but last summer, after we graduated from high school, the doctor and his wife became our favorite customers.
Cynthia always teased us by bending over and showing off her fine ass and giving us views of the bottoms of her gorgeous tits through half-shirts and crop tops. One day she asked me to give her a hand in the tool shed. I was there in a flash, as Ron kept mowing. It turned out that she gave me the hand—in my shorts!
She wrapped her fingers around my quickly growing prick and said, “Mmm, that feels nice. Would you mind if I taste it?” I nodded, and she was on her knees in a flash, her big blue eyes looking up at me.
My husband has business interests in the Bahamas that require him to spend a couple of weeks there three or four times a year. When I can, I go with him. The problem is, he’s working all the time. He has calls with customers all day, then at night wines and dines them, and on Saturday and Sunday he golfs with them! So I hardly get to see him at all during those weeks. I spend a lot of time by the hotel pool reading under an umbrella.
Last time, though, after the first week I decided I’d had enough! I decided to go lay on the beach next door at the “village” hotel. It has an outdoor beach bar and restaurant, and palm trees to shield much of the strong sun.
Early the next morning I picked a spot away from the crowd, laid down my beach mat and closed my eyes. No sooner was I done than I heard footsteps. I looked up and saw a young man, very handsome, very well-built, very masculine. Noticing he had on short shorts instead of a bathing suit, I guessed he was there for a tan, not to go swimming.