I am a co-ed at a Midwestern college, five feet five and 115 pounds, with long dark hair, dark eyes and a pretty good figure. Before this happened I had not had a lot of sexual experience, but I wasn’t a virgin either.
During my first summer home from school, I went on an extended visit with my parents to the home of their friends Sally and Bud, who were having a rough time. First they had a grease fire which destroyed part of their kitchen, and two weeks later Sally got into an accident and wrecked their car. So we had gone to help them out as much as we could, making repairs, running errands and so on.
At first my mom and I did most of the errands in our car, since Sally was too scared to drive again after her accident, while Bud and my dad spent a lot of time fixing up the house and working on the car. But eventually my dad had to get back to work. He left his old pickup truck there when he and Mom went back home, and since I had nothing special to do that summer, I stayed on to help out.
I am a fairly successful businesswoman in my late 40s, and a couple of weeks ago I took a long-delayed vacation, just to relax, catch up on a few things and work on my tan.
I was doing some household chores one morning—dusting, vacuuming, laundry, making the bed—and when I finished, around 11 o’clock, I decided to have a little “me time.” It was starting to warm up, so I put on my bikini, fixed myself a margarita and headed outside to lie in the sun.
After about an hour or so it got pretty hot, and the sweat was really starting to trickle down my body. With the cocktail kicking in, I was in an extremely relaxed state of mind. Then I realized that it had been quite some time since I had masturbated. Right then it seemed like a very good idea.
Going back inside and up to the bedroom, I grabbed a few copies of Penthouse Letters from my husband’s stash, got my favorite little vibrator from the nightstand and was ready to get down to business. But when I looked down at the nice clean sheets I had just put on, I couldn’t bring myself to climb in that bed, no matter how horny I was. So I said fuck it—I would take my magazines and my toy back outside. Our rear deck is almost totally private. No neighbors anywhere, and the house sits about six hundred feet from the road. The only way the deck can be seen is if someone drives all the way up the driveway to the house, and how often does that happen? I grabbed another cocktail for good measure and headed out.
Lilah and I celebrated our 25th anniversary earlier this year. We first met back in law school. I am a partner in a prestigious law firm, while Lilah has her own solo criminal law practice. Most of her clients are in the sex business. They mostly run escort services and sex clubs, but they also include street pimps and hookers.
I was not surprised by Lilah’s choice of practice. She is a very sexual person, which has been great for me. From our first date, she has been very forthcoming about her sexuality. She told me she lost her virginity at an early age and has been an easy lay ever since. She said that in college she was the gang bang queen of her sorority, and fucked quite a few of her professors. When she got to law school, though, she was concerned about having a reputation. She told me that I really turned her on, but that she needed lots of sex, and didn’t want to get involved with me unless I was comfortable with who she was and what she needed. She wanted someone who could keep her sexually content without having to venture elsewhere.
Fortunately for me, I had lost my virginity to a very sexy older lady before I went off to college, and had never had any trouble hooking up with girls, so by the time I met Lilah I was very confident about my sexual prowess.
I went up to our cabin on Thursday to clean and stock up on food and liquor to serve to my husband and his three hunting buddies that weekend. I picked up a pizza for my dinner on the way, and I had eaten and was about to go to bed when a truck drove up to the cabin. It was Ralph, who lives down the road and keeps an eye on the place when we’re not there.
He likes to visit, so I invited him in for a beer. We sat by the fireplace, even though there wasn’t a fire in the cozy room. I had changed into my robe before eating, but thought nothing of it, since Ralph was about 20 years older than me, and was always talking about his wife Barb. He was pretty long-winded that night, helping himself to another beer and bringing me one too.
About halfway through our second beer Ralph surprised me saying, “My God, Val, do you realize I can see your pretty little red-haired pussy? You have the pinkest damn pussy I’ve ever seen. Looking at it has given me the first erection I’ve had in ten years without Viagra. Jim is a very lucky man.”
I met a woman named Elena at a tenure party for a colleague of mine at the university where I work.
Elena was a gorgeous dark-haired Latina woman with smooth olive skin and a body to die for. Unfortunately, she was there with her husband, a square-looking guy in his late 40s. I thought she was his trophy wife, until I found out that she was 35 rather than in her early 20s, as her youthful appearance indicated.
As I watched her teasing and flirting with every guy at the party, I noticed that she wasn’t wearing a bra, and that her stiff nipples were provocatively outlined through the silk dress she wore. I wasn’t the only guy who noticed either.
My husband Donald and I have been married for 15 years and have three children. Due to the economic crisis of recent years, Donald has been forced to take a second job, and now works 16 hours a day, while I also work a full-time job, plus taking care of the children and doing all the household work as well. As a result, the children and I don’t see Donald as often as we used to, but we do really need the money he earns to make ends meet.
A few weeks ago I was driving home from taking the kids to school when my car started making a weird noise. Luckily George, a man who lives in our neighborhood, was passing by and stopped to lend me a hand. He said he could do a quick fix on the car so that I could get it home, but the permanent fix would be costly. When I fretted to him about my money situation he said that if I ordered the parts from an auto store, he would fix the car for me, so I wouldn’t have to pay a garage. I agreed and told him I would pay him for his labor, and he laughed and said, “Sure, I work cheap anyway.”
When I ordered the part and found out how expensive it was, I was shocked. I barely had the money to pay for it, let alone paying George. “Don’t worry,” he said when I told him, and I saw his eyes roaming my body as he added, “I’m sure we can work something out.”
A while back I got pregnant by my black lover, Sylvester, and gave birth to a healthy black baby boy, who is now a year old. My wonderfully understanding husband Carl agreed to raise the baby with me if I stopped cheating on him, but Sylvester still comes by once in a while to visit with his son. Sylvester is still a pretty hot stud, and I have to admit I used to get some very soaked panties whenever he came around.
About a month ago Carl was called out of town for two weeks. I was feeling insecure, not having a man in the house, so I asked Sylvester if he could come over. I also needed sex, and I remembered how Sylvester could stretch my pussy with his large cock. But this time I stocked up on a bunch of condoms so I wouldn’t get pregnant by him again.
When the doorbell rang that night I rushed to answer it, thinking it was Sylvester, but it turned out to be Crystal, a hot 20-year-old college girl from down the street, who was handing out flyers advertising her availability for babysitting. This was a lucky break for me, and I asked her if she could watch my one-year-old son right away. She said it was very short notice, and asked if I could pay her a little extra. I agreed, on the condition that she would take him to her house and watch him overnight.
I am a 37-year-old married woman who recently discovered that her louse of a husband was cheating on her with his 20-something secretary. I’d had my suspicions for a while, but they were finally confirmed when I found a credit card statement with a number of charges for pricey hotels, flowers, jewelry and other expensive gifts. I couldn’t believe it. Not only had my husband betrayed me, but the bastard was treating his mistress better than he ever treated me!
Naturally I ran to my best friend, Angela, and poured my guts out, as well as downing a large portion of the contents of her liquor cabinet. After letting me blow off some steam, Angela surprised me by saying that she was in the same boat, having discovered a while back that her husband was cheating on her as well. She then informed me that she had dealt with it by getting herself a couple of well-hung studs and letting them bang her brains out. She said not only did she get the satisfaction of getting back at her cheating spouse, but it was by far the best sex she had ever experienced. She asked me what I thought about it, and I told her it sounded like a pretty good idea to me.
Angela then excused herself as I helped myself to another drink. She came back several minutes later, and we continued talking. It was about half an hour later when the doorbell rang. Angela went to answer it, coming back with Paul and Allen, the 19-year-old twin sons of a couple of friends of ours. Rather than returning to the couch where we’d both been sitting, Angela sat in a chair directly across from me, while the guys sat down next to me, one on each side.
I love it when my husband wakes me in the morning by going down on me, carefully cleaning up the dried leavings of our previous night’s lovemaking. That’s what happened one Saturday morning, on a day when I was planning to go and look at a horse.
Actually I needed to go to the bathroom in the worst way, but I always have sensational orgasms when I have a full bladder, so I spread my legs wider, giving Lou complete access to the pussy he loves so much.
Soon every muscle in my body was spasming as a thunderous orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave. Lou knows I’m super-sensitive after coming that strongly, so he moved up to hold me until I came back to this world. When I recovered I felt his urgent erection pressing against my thigh, so I told him I’d be back in just a minute.
I emerged from the bathroom to see him on his back, his seven thick inches of hard cock standing up like a flagpole. So I straddled him and eased myself down onto it, taking him in all the way with one stroke. I then proceeded to fuck him for a good 10 minutes before he rolled us over without disengaging our organs. He then hooked my legs over his shoulders and began fucking me as hard as he could.
The first time I met Chuck, my neighbor’s husband, I thought he was an asshole. He was so rude and crude that it seemed as though he hated women or something. Donna didn’t seem to mind his crudeness at all, and when I asked her about his shit attitude she explained that it was because he didn’t want other women to think they had a chance at him, since he was so in love with her. When I told her I thought he was really full of himself, she just laughed and said, “You wouldn’t say that if you knew how good in bed he is.” Then she looked at me almost balefully and added, “So hands off!”
I told her not to worry, since her husband wasn’t my type anyway. But something else she said stuck in my mind: “He’s so in love with me that he wouldn’t even look at you.” That got me a little pissed off. She shouldn’t have said that.
A few days later I found out where her husband worked, and around five o’clock I parked my car outside his workplace, put up the hood and pulled out a plug wire. When Chuck came out I told him I was having trouble with the car. Surprisingly, he was very nice. He found the loose wire immediately, and to thank him I offered him a ride home.