My old buddy Bruce (we played high school football together) seemed to have it all. He was making his way happily in his family’s business, and most of all he was blissfully married to his high school honey. Every guy in school had lusted after Michelle, but she only ever had eyes for Bruce.
Then a few months ago he was in a near-fatal auto accident. When he was released from the hospital I continued stopping by, both to see him (he was still in a wheelchair, and isn’t likely to walk again) and to see if Michelle needed anything.
About my fifth visit she answered the door crying. I asked what was wrong, trying to console her. She said Bruce was asleep, and I offered to make her a drink to calm her down.
After a few drinks she loosened up. She said she still loved Bruce dearly and would always take care of him, but she had dreams and needs which she could not stop thinking he was going to be unable to fulfill. It wasn’t just that he wouldn’t be able to satisfy her sexually, though she thought a lot about that, but that he was impotent and so she wasn’t going to be able to have his children.
Taken aback by all this, I asked a lot of stupid questions. She interrupted, leaning in and saying, “Gary, do you think I’m pretty?”
My wife and I are 23 and the parents of a beautiful bouncing baby girl. (We got married the summer of our college graduation.) During the last trimester of Bev’s pregnancy she was incredibly horny—“hornier than I’ve ever been in my life” is how she put it. She wouldn’t talk about what she was feeling, but I couldn’t keep up with her sexual demands.
I kept having this dream in which Bev was lying naked on a bed spread-eagle with her hands and feet securely tied and wearing a blindfold. Suddenly there were voices—the voices of four friends of mine that I know Bev doesn’t like. Two of them are black, but she insists that has nothing to do with it. She says she’s even less fond of the two white guys, who she says are arrogant. In the dream I was presenting my friends to her, then offering them to her to fuck her. She struggled against the ropes, but in the dream I wanted desperately to watch them have their way with her.
One time I woke up and realized I had actually come on my belly. The next night I had the dream again, only this time Bev wasn’t tied up, she was on her hands and knees being fucked by my white friends—Willie in her pussy from below, Lou in her ass—while she alternated sucking the black dicks of Hal and Donnie.
Usually my wife and I don’t do our “partying” in our staid small city, reserving that for excursions to larger cities where we have established haunts. But tonight is different. We’re headed to an outstanding Greek restaurant, to be followed by (of all things) a play at the local university theater.
Over the past 12 years of our 26-year marriage, Esme and I have engaged in many alternative-lifestyle sexual encounters. For a time we explored swinging with other heterosexual folks. But I came to appreciate that my turn-on is primarily to watch my exotic Latina wife perform sexually, so that’s mostly what we’ve done.
Unfortunately, of late I’ve had fewer opportunities to kick back and watch. Not, let me quickly add, because Esme is in less demand now that we’re in our 40s. On the contrary, men find her more irresistible than ever, what with her dark skin, voluptuous breasts (with truly huge areolae) and long streaming hair, plus a sultry smile that conquers men without her seeming to do anything. I can’t leave her alone for a second without some guy appearing and beginning a conversation with her.
Jackie and I have been married for over 20 years. Jackie was a cheerleader in high school, and was voted Homecoming Queen. She is five feet nine and has always had a beautiful figure, with 34C breasts, a flat tummy and a 26-inch waist, along with long blonde hair and blue eyes. I’m proud to say that she has stayed in shape all these years by working out in the gym, and she still looks wonderful to me.
Six months ago our neighbors Lorenzo and Rosa organized a block party to celebrate the end of summer. Lorenzo is a world-class photographer, much of whose work has appeared in magazines all over the world. Among his diverse other work, he has had many glamour shots of top models on the covers of the leading fashion magazines.
With Lorenzo as the host of the party, the subject of photography naturally came up, and many of us were comparing notes on how difficult it was to get great pictures, even with all the modern digital cameras available nowadays. Lorenzo said that it was actually easy to take high-quality photos with the proper knowledge, and added that he would be willing to give us all a one-day photography lesson at his home the following Saturday. He told us all to bring our cameras, and said he would show us the required setups and the proper use of whatever equipment we brought.
My husband Roy and I were going out to dinner with our friends Terry and Dorothy. They picked us up in their car and we drove to the dinner club we had decided to try that night. I noticed that both of them seemed unusually quiet, but I didn’t think much of it at first.
Dinner was great, as were the cocktails when we moved to the lounge afterwards. The four-piece band was really good, and Roy and I got up to dance. Terry and Dorothy remained at the table, talking quietly, which I thought was strange, since I knew they both loved to dance.
I told Roy I was getting uncomfortable, and that perhaps we should suggest going home. As we returned to the table, a tall black man approached, saying, “Dorothy, my dear, we must hurry; our plane leaves in an hour.”
Roy and I were too stunned to say a word, and Terry just looked away and made no move to stop his wife, who then stood and put her arm through the black man’s as they walked out together.
I’m a woman in my 60s and have always led a very active sex life. In fact, my first two husbands divorced me for infidelity. My current husband, Ian, is 17 years my junior, and always horny as hell. With a younger and lusty man in my bed every night, I thought I would be content to be a one-man woman for the first time in my life. That is, until Ian’s best friend came to visit us last month.
I liked Dan from the moment I met him. He was a year younger than Ian, and a larger man by far. He was six foot three and about 200 pounds, and was incredibly good-looking. I couldn’t keep myself from checking out the substantial bulge in his snug-fitting jeans and wondering how large his cock was.
I practically jumped my husband when we went to bed the first night Dan was there. He got hard quickly when I went down on him without warning, then simply mounted him as swiftly as I could. My cunt was wetter than usual, and my juices soaked his groin as I quickly brought myself to a gut-wrenching orgasm. He then rolled me over and began fucking me passionately until he exploded, filling me with his spunk.
When he recovered his breath Ian looked into my eyes and asked me what had gotten into me to make me so horny. I answered him honestly, since we had always agreed that there would be no lies between us.
My husband Paul and I were going out to celebrate our 25th anniversary with another couple at a local club. I had bought a new cocktail dress especially for this night. It was light blue, with a scoop neckline that exposed the upper slopes of my breasts and showed plenty of cleavage. I’d also bought matching light blue lingerie. I only weigh three pounds more than when I did when Paul and I were married, and my figure is still 34C-23-32. When I looked in the mirror after getting ready I decided I looked pretty good—and more importantly, I felt really sexy.
I must confess that I have never been the faithful wife to my husband, and have spread my legs for numerous men over the years. Thankfully, Paul has been a loving and supporting partner, standing by me through my extramarital affairs, and even encouraging me to follow my errant desires, always knowing that my love belonged to him.
Paul whistled when I walked down the stairs, making me feel even better, and only too happy to be going out with this very handsome man. Twenty minutes later we joined our friends, and discovered that they had gotten together with seven other couples to surprise us on our anniversary. What we’d thought would be a quiet evening out quickly turned into quite a party.
Harry and I have worked together for a while. A few months ago he was sent to New York on business for a couple of days, which made him happy, because he has a sexy blonde there who he fucks whenever he’s in town.
His wife Tara had had some minor surgery recently, and before he left Harry asked me to check in on her while he was gone. This didn’t excite me too much, since I had never considered Tara to be very attractive. But as I sat in her kitchen drinking coffee during my first visit, I noticed that she actually had nice red hair, and that her muscle tone was good, since she jogged and exercised daily. She was wearing tight white shorts, and I watched her butt wiggle as she washed a pan in the sink.
“Tara,” I asked, on a sudden impulse, “were you with a lot of men before you married Harry?” I couldn’t believe I’d said that; it wasn’t like me to be so bold, especially with a friend’s wife. But Tara just laughed and kept scrubbing.
Lisa and I have been happily married for nine years. She is a stunningly beautiful 30-year-old with shoulder-length brown hair and dazzling blue eyes. She has a 36B-23-34 figure, and always gets admiring glances when she enters a room. Lisa knows I love her dearly and am proud of how she looks. She dresses to please me, which means she wears short skirts and blouses that show off her great figure.
One Saturday night about three months ago, Lisa and I decided to go out for a romantic night on the town, with dinner and dancing. When she finished dressing for the evening she looked stunning. She was wearing a tight black very short cocktail dress, cut low to show a good portion of her breasts and accentuate her cleavage. She had on a pair of black panty hose and a pair of black four-inch high-heeled shoes. I got an immediate erection, which she noticed right away. She just smiled and reminded me that we had dinner reservations for seven o’clock, and I would have to wait.
We drove to the restaurant and had just been seated and ordered drinks when two men came in, one of whom I recognized as Bill, an old high school buddy of mine. He saw us and walked over, along with his companion. We shook hands, and I introduced Lisa to them. The other man’s name was Ed. Bill explained that he and Ed were in town for a business conference, and had rooms at a nearby hotel. Lisa then invited them to join us for dinner, so that Bill and I could catch up on old times, and they readily accepted.
As my husband Ron dropped me off at the airport for my flight to Dallas to visit my sister, I noticed the gleam in his eye. He told me I looked marvelous in my low-cut black and white tube top, white miniskirt and black boots. Ron loves the fact that I do not wear panties or a bra when I get dressed up. He says he would expect nothing less from his sexy MILF, as he insists on calling me.
I had only recently come out of a two-year hiatus from the swinging lifestyle in which Ron and I had once indulged ourselves. My loving husband had become particularly obsessed with watching me in the arms of other men. The more sexually adventurous I was, the greater his turn-on. And I have to admit I enjoyed every encounter immensely. However, at age 44 I began to consider that maybe I was too old to be sucking and bouncing around on hard cocks of all shapes and sizes. So I stopped—that is, until two weeks before my scheduled trip to Dallas.
To make a long story short, when Ron and I went out for dinner one evening, a guy picked me up, took me home and we fucked all night. This would not have been an unusual occurrence, except for the fact that, because the guy objected to having an audience, Ron did not get to watch.
This was in violation of our number-one rule: Ron was always there to watch.