I spent last summer working at my dad’s friend Carl’s ranch in Kansas. This may be surprising for an 18-year-old girl, but I love the freedom the wide-open spaces bring to my senses.
One morning after chores I heard odd sounds in the shed and was shocked to see Carl coupling with his maid-cook Rosa (who’s 40 and married). They were too wrapped up in what they were doing to see me. Her dress was pulled open at the top, leaving her large olive- color breasts visible, and her skirt was at her waist. Carl had her lying across the table, with her panties lying crumpled on the floor. Her large boobs flopped around as his head moved around between her open thighs. Being a virgin, I’d never had that done to me. I felt the excitement between my legs.
My wife and I had been married for 15 years when this event occurred. Kerry and I had gone out with our very old friends Rick and Dawn one Saturday evening, as we did usually once or twice a month—dinner followed by drinks. After all those years we were very open with each other. We often talked about sex and did some harmless flirting.
This Saturday we decided to go back to Rick and Dawn’s for more drinks and conversation. We lit a fire and sat talking for several hours. After a couple of scotches I was getting sleepy and bored with the girls’ chatter. I said I had to get some sleep and went to the guest room. I guess Rick, soon after that, excused himself and went to bed while the girls stayed for another hour talking.
They kept giggling and laughing, which even from the guest room made it just about impossible to sleep. I lay there dozing off and on until about two in the morning, when I heard whispering in the hall just outside the door—then giggling, then more whispering. The door to the master bedroom was directly opposite, and it seemed like they were having a conference about something really intriguing.
What could it be? Now I was wide awake, straining to hear what they were talking about. I did, and could not believe my ears. Dawn was trying to coax Kerry into their bedroom!
I just started receiving your magazine here in prison and love it. I knew other dudes were turned on by the same shit. I’d like to relate one of my favorite experiences.
Years back I was dating a beautiful girl named Dot. We got serious, and had many sleep-overs. Our oral enjoyment was mutual, but she had a hard time achieving orgasm from fucking. She had to stimulate her clit while I fucked her. She assured me she’d never come from being fucked by anyone else either.
One day when I was at her house and she was at work, I was putting some of her clothes away and in one of her drawers I found a huge black cock-shaped dildo, along with five or six magazines featuring naked black men with huge cocks. I was shocked but at the same time very excited.
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.
My wife Holly and I have been married for almost 40 years, and we are still very much in love with each other. Holly has long dark hair and brown eyes. She is five feet ten, weighs around 145 pounds, and measures 36C-29-32, with a great set of breasts. We have always had a great sex life, and Holly is always horny and loves to fuck and suck cock.
To celebrate our anniversary last year, we decided on a five-day trip to Las Vegas. We planned on taking in some shows, checking out all the new casinos and generally having a good time.
Now one of my favorite fantasies has always been to watch my wife having sex with a well-hung young man. Holly had long known about this fantasy, and had admitted that thinking about it turned her on too. Usually our fantasy had involved a young guy who we meet in a bar or on vacation.
About three days before we left for Vegas, I came home from work early, and couldn’t find Holly. I called out for her, and heard her call back from upstairs, saying that she had a big problem and really needed my help. I ran upstairs to our bedroom and found my wife sprawled out on the bed, naked. Her knees were pulled up and spread wide apart, her head lying on a pile of pillows. She looked fantastic.
I’m a 28-year-old black male, and it gets tiring with so many women wanting to fuck me as a challenge, or for my presumed “monster” black cock. The only thing worse than dealing with all those stereotypes is dealing with the inevitable disappointment when they discover that all I have is a perfectly adequate but merely average six-incher. (On my large frame it looks even less imposing.)
Last week I was out with a (white) high school buddy and we wound up at his place. His wife seemed pissed that I was there, or maybe that Rich and I were plastered. Connie is maybe five feet four, 120 pounds, with nice melon-size tits (a little large for her size) and a nice bubble butt. Anyway, she loosened up and started drinking with us. After a bit, Rich passed out and I admit I put the moves on Connie. (Oh yeah, I’m a dog!) When I pressed my lips to hers, she offered no resistance.
She took my hand, and I followed her to the basement. I’m six feet three and like I said she’s at most five-four. I sat down in a chair and she straddled me, and we began making out. She lifted her shirt over her head and unhooked her bra. Her big tits are a fucking work of art! Then she unbuttoned my shirt and started kissing and licking down my chest. She felt my dick through my pants and said, “It feels so big!” Then she unbuckled my pants. I rose up and let her slide them off my hips. Then I saw the disappointment covering her face.
My wife’s old college roommate’s 18-year-old daughter, Toni, was spending the summer with us so she could do a program at our local art institute, though she seemed more interested in socializing now that she was away from her mother.
One night Toni was out on a date and my wife and I had already gone to bed when I went to the kitchen to get something to drink and heard low voices on the front porch. I pulled the curtain back and peeked out, and saw Toni on the porch with her date, kissing. Then I noticed the guy’s hand up her T-shirt, obviously cupping her pert breast.
“Oh baby, you make me so hot,” he groaned loudly. Then he whispered, “Oh, please, it won’t take long. Just do it!”
He pushed her T-shirt up, tugged her bra down and clamped his lips around a rock-hard nipple. She nuzzled against his neck, her pretty face toward the window where I was peeking with a roaring hard on.
My wife and I were leaving the Midwest for new jobs in Florida, and on a Saturday evening we were in the conference room of a hotel with 50 other people for Robyn’s going-away party.
It was getting late when her boss, Randy, came up to me and shocked the hell out of me, saying, “Hey, has Robyn ever fooled around?”
I didn’t answer.
“I’m serious, Henry,” he said. “Has she ever fooled around with other men?”
This time I just smiled.
Randy went on to say that he had a room at the hotel with a couple of guys waiting for him to bring my wife up for a night of fun. He suggested I leave her with them and come pick her up at checkout time in the morning, at ten. “If you don’t want to leave her with me you can stay and watch us,” he said. “But I’m not sure if you want to see what we’ll be doing. She won’t be getting any sleep.”
I began to take Randy serious, and my cock began to move in my pants. When Robyn joined us, Randy suggested we go up to his room for a few drinks (which she didn’t need any more of), and she spoke right up accepting the offer. He took her hand, and I followed them toward the elevator.
My story begins a month ago, when my wife of ten years, a petite blonde and blue-eyed beauty, had sex with a friend of mine while I watched. Audrey couldn’t help herself once Paul mentioned that he has a thick nine-inch cock. She had to see it, and then she had to seduce him. It didn’t matter that I was there watching!
To be honest, I was dying to see how she would manage it! Even with my six-incher, she’s so tight that we have to take it slow during sex. So I watched in fascination as she slowly enveloped Paul’s whole cock, which was almost as thick as a beer can and stretched her to the max. Before he was done he brought her to a whopper of a climax.
A couple of weeks later we were making plans for the evening and Audrey said she wanted to be naughty tonight, squeezing my cock as she said it! I asked her what she had in mind, and she said she wanted to go nightclubbing and see if a guy with a big cock would hit on her.
I pointed out that every man with a cock was likely to hit on her but there were no guarantees about cock size. Still, if that’s what she wanted, it was fine with me, as long as I got to watch her enjoy herself. She said, “I love you so much,” then went to get dressed.
My wife and I arrived in San Diego on a Friday afternoon for our weekend of fun, and Katrina took straight to the bathtub for a long, relaxing soak that included shaving her long legs and pussy.
When it was time to dress for dinner, she put on a pair of crotchless panties and a flimsy black underwire bra that pushed her big breasts together and allowed her nipples to show through a very short, low-cut, body-hugging cocktail dress that barely covered her ass and showed off most of her legs and half her breasts. I wanted to fuck her on the spot, but she said I had to wait.
In the dining room, as we were shown to a table everyone stared at her ass, and her hard nipples were on full display. We had incredible service that night—the waiter and bus boy kept stopping by our table to see if we needed anything.
After dinner we walked to a nightclub I’d found online which advertised a private area for “select customers wanting to have a good time.” The doorman directed us to where about 50 men and women, many dressed provocatively, were drinking and dancing and making out at the tables. The dancing was more like humping. Some of the women had their breasts exposed for fondling by their dates.