I returned home somewhat disappointed after attending the 10th reunion of my high school class, even though I had seen many of my old friends and had fun visiting and catching up on our lives. I’d also had a special kind of a reunion with Gary, the handsome guy who had taken my virginity on prom night, just weeks before I married the love of my life. Dan, my husband, couldn’t attend the reunion, so I didn’t hesitate to spend a couple of nights letting Gary plow my pussy, just for old times’ sake.
My disappointment was due to the fact that Jen, one of my best friends in high school, had not been able to attend. She and I had been practically inseparable for over five years. We had shared our darkest secrets and joys, and had stood up for one another when either of us had a problem.
Though we had pretty much lost track of each other over the years, I managed to find her phone number when I returned home, and called her up. It was great to talk to her again, and we chatted for an hour before she had to leave to meet a date. Before we hung up Jen invited me to come and visit her, and as Dan was planning a two-week hunting trip the following month, I decided to take her up on it.
I was in Chicago for several days, on a business trip for my husband’s company. I had two main appointments, one on Monday and one on Tuesday; but the latter was changed to Wednesday at the last minute, so I had to stay an extra day.
I flew in on Sunday evening to prepare for my early morning meeting on Monday, which turned out to be quite successful. I made a sale, and had the contract and down payment in hand by early afternoon.
I went back to my downtown hotel, where I stripped and crawled into bed before calling my husband to tell him I’d made the sale. I told him I hadn’t slept well the night before, so I was going to take a nap, and asked him to call me at five so I could eat dinner and get to bed early.
He called right on time, and by six o’clock I’d freshened up and was ready to go to dinner. The hotel dining room wasn’t open on Mondays, but they served a limited menu in the lounge, so I found a table in a corner and ordered a drink while I looked over the menu.
As I was doing so I was surprised to hear a deep baritone voice saying, “Excuse me, Miss, but you look like a former student of mine.” I looked up and was even more surprised to see Mr. Smith (not his real name), my old math teacher from my senior year in high school, standing beside my table.
I am a woman in my early 20s, and I work as a home health care worker, mostly nursing elderly people. Last year I had a patient named Ned, who was quite advanced in years and lived alone. Shortly before he died, he confided to me one day that his final wish was to fondle a nice pair of firm young breasts once more before it was too late. He had tears in his eyes as he told me this. Well, of course I knew he was hoping that I would volunteer to gratify this desire, and even though I had recently gotten engaged, I figured why not? As he sat and watched, I quickly pulled up my T-shirt and then took off my bra, revealing my 34C tits to him. His eyes nearly exploded out of his head, and he just sat there staring at me for nearly a minute.
Finally, feeling sorry for him—and also because he was getting a little secret thrill from exhibiting myself to him—I moved closer and told him he could feel them if he wanted to. With trembling hands, he slowly reached up and felt them tentatively. After a moment he seemed to gain more confidence, and he began passionately squeezing them, and then sucking my sensitive nipples. I love having my nipples sucked, and I actually got somewhat turned on. What I had intended to be just a quick grope lasted for nearly 15 minutes, and eventually had me lying flat on the sofa with my skirt pushed up to my waist and the crotch of my panties pulled to one side so he could lick and finger my pussy also. He couldn’t get a hard-on, however, so he couldn’t have gotten any further, even if I had wanted him to. At that point I wasn’t sure whether I did or not.
If you love a woman you will get her pregnant. If you really love a woman you will let someone else get her pregnant. And you really, really love her, you will let a woman get her pregnant. At least that was the case with the two women I love, Olive and Elizabeth. Olive is my wife, and Elizabeth is a divorced woman who both of us are in love with.
Elizabeth already had three children, and so did Olive and I, but Elizabeth wanted another child, so we came up with the idea that Olive should get her pregnant. In this arrangement Olive was to play the role of the father and I was to be the mother. We planned things out very carefully, and when Elizabeth was ready we all got together.
When we were all naked, Elizabeth lay down on the bed, and I ate her pussy to warm her up and get her wet. I licked and sucked her clit simultaneously, keeping a tight suction on her upper cunt. As I did this I stuck two fingers of my left hand inside her and massaged her G-spot with the classic curled finger technique, at the same time tweaking her nipples with my right hand. She was very hot, knowing what was going to happen, and she had her first climax very quickly. That was my signal to let Olive take over.
I think that, in addition to “MILF” (Mother I’d Like to Fuck), there should also be a designation like “MWLFA”
—Mothers Who Like to Fuck Around.
That designation can be applied to a lot of us wives and mothers who are over 40. It’s a proven trend in our liberal modern society that wives feel the need of something new when they reach a certain age, and it is relatively easy for most of us, with all the freedoms we have now—spare time, money, mobility and so on.
In my case, it started with the feeling of being unloved and under-fucked. Especially after my youngest child grew up and found friends of his own, I was left with no role in life that seemed to justify my existence. For a long a time my sex life with Ken, my husband, had not been very significant for me. He never made any real effort to get me into the mood, and it always ended with him pulling out and ejaculating after about five minutes.
At the age of 42 I had to admit that after over 20 years of marriage, it would never be possible to have properly romantic sex with my husband anymore. If I ever wanted to satisfy the needs I was feeling, it would have to be with a hot young lover. So I went out with the idea of picking up a strange man. I was totally determined to make this work for me, so I wasn’t too particular about anything except that he would want to screw me; the rest could come later, the love and romance I thought I needed so badly.
My sister Theresa and I own a beach cottage on Martha’s Vineyard that we inherited from a rich uncle, and during the summer we spend as much time there as we can. Theresa and I are both sexually liberated women in our late 30s, and we each have three children. Theresa is divorced, whereas I have been married for 10 years to Leonard, my loving and very submissive husband.
The last time we visited the cottage the kids were away at camp, so it was just Theresa, Leonard and me, and I was looking forward to a quiet weekend of reading and sunning on the beach.
It was a beautiful warm day as we took the ferry over to the island, and we were sitting on the outside deck when a handsome young man in his early 20s came along and started a conversation. This guy, who said his name was Ricardo, was soon flirting like mad with Theresa and me, obviously trying to put the make on one of us. We both chatted him up, while Leonard stared passively out at the water. The conversation grew more and more risqué, till finally—to make a long story short—Ricardo took Theresa into a small storeroom just off the main deck and fucked her.
I am a slim white married man and I have a thick, uncut 11-inch cock with a large purple head and huge balls.
I came home unexpectedly one day and heard moaning, groaning and screaming coming from the bedroom. I figured my hot sexy wife Alicia—a gorgeous redhead with a tight pussy, 38D boobs and big nipples—was watching a porno. I opened the bedroom door slightly, expecting to see her naked with a big vibrator in her pussy. But to my surprise, there was my wife on her hands and knees with her face buried in a pillow, with her friend Dottie plowing her pussy with a vibrator while fucking her in the ass with what I thought at first was a very real-looking strap-on dildo, but which turned out to be a real seven-inch cock! A minute later I saw her shoot her come over my wife’s back and ass.
I closed the door and went into the bathroom to jack off. Later on I told Dottie what I had seen, and she admitted to me that she was a hermaphrodite, and had been born with a cock and balls as well as a pussy. I was very turned on and asked her if she would like to fuck. I told her I would eat her pussy, suck her pussy and ass and also suck her cock and take it up my ass. I also told her I would dress up as a woman to do these things. Dottie said sure.
My girlfriend Cheryl looks like a sweet, innocent young lady, with her pretty face, petite body and long brown hair. However, she is and always has been a devil at heart. She dresses in business suits for work, but her skirt is usually quite short, and she often wears nothing underneath it, in order to tease not just me, but anyone who might be interested. She loves the attention she gets from men, strangers and acquaintances alike.
She once told me that she had been teasing Arnold, her best friend’s brother, for years, and had gotten him so besotted with her that he would do anything she wanted. She said she even got him to wear his hair long like hers, and to dress up in her clothes and even use her makeup.
This was fascinating to me, because as Cheryl well knew, I had a lingerie fetish, and she enjoyed catering to it. When she wasn’t home I would often take out some of her worn panties and lingerie, rubbing them against my face and smelling them. When Cheryl discovered this, she started intentionally leaving her worn things around for easy access. Several times I was even shocked by finding panties with dried come in the crotch, or come-stained stockings and pantyhose. I assumed the come was Arnold’s, but knowing her, it could have belonged to anyone. The idea turned me on even more.
He was tall and handsome, and he asked me to dance while I was sitting with my husband listening to the music at a club we’d never been to. Don nodded that I should accept the invitation. So I stood and let the man take my hand.
During the first number, with my husband watching from the table, my audacious dancing partner leaned in and asked if my husband satisfied me in bed. I pulled my head back, stopped dancing and said it was none of his business. “Well, if he doesn’t,” he whispered in my ear, “and I’m guessing he doesn’t, then I’d like the chance to show you a good time, to give you the kind of lovemaking you deserve.”
I started to pull away, but he held me tightly and said, “More than dance with you tonight, I’d prefer to show you just how good oral sex can be, done by a man who knows the art of cunnilingus. Thanks for the dance.”
Then he let me go. I left him in the middle of the musical number and went back to the table to my husband.
The problem was that as I sat with my husband, I couldn’t get the stranger’s words out of my head. I tried to be angry, to tell my husband what the asshole said and have him punch his lights out, but the fact was that our sex was flat and uninteresting, and I yearned for an exciting sex life.
I guess the fact that I discovered my wife of 31 years in bed with another man was as much my fault as hers. It was a jolt, to be sure, but because I didn’t panic, I think ultimately it led to some changes that not only helped our marriage but made it far better than I ever thought possible.
It still surprises me that seeing Greta like that, and hearing her groans of encouragement while Rocco fucked her, affected me the way it did. I wasn’t angry and I didn’t think of charging in and demanding a divorce. I loved her, and in my heart I knew she loved me, and I was determined this wasn’t going to end our marriage. But that’s not the response of mine that surprised me—that shocked the hell out of me, really. As I stood watching my beautiful wife in this most intimate moment, I felt not anger, but sexual excitement!
Indeed, when Greta began making sounds I recognized as her approaching orgasm, I actually took out my cock and began to jack off! And when she said, “Oh God, harder, please, I’m almost there,” I shot my jism all over the hall carpet, as powerful a climax as I could ever remember having, so loud that I thought for a moment they might have heard my groans of release.