My wife of five years and I decided to take a cruise to “get away from it all.” Online I found a deal on a seven-night Mexican cruise and booked it without further research, which turned out not to be the smartest thing I’ve ever done. Melissa and I (in our 30s) wound up on a ship where the average age must have been at least 75!
For the first night’s dinner we chose group seating and got seated with two other “young” couples—in their 50s! It went okay, but we weren’t enthused. The next night we chose to have our own table, which resulted in an hour wait for seating!
The third night we spotted a couple who actually looked a few years younger than us! We got seated with them, and dinner turned out great. We had lots in common and ate and talked for a couple of hours, putting away three bottles of wine. After dessert Melissa told Gil and Pamela we’d brought some vodka on board and invited them to our cabin for a nightcap.
My mother was pissed when she called telling me dad had backed out of going with her on a cruise she’d earned as a bonus for twenty years of service to the company she’d started working for when I started first grade. She asked if I would go with her since none of her friends could get away for two weeks. I told her I would check with my husband and let her know in a few days.
Ray loves my mom and told me I should give my hot little pussy a rest and go for it. He said spending some quality time with my mom would be good for both of us. I love sex and get plenty of it from my husband and carefully chosen lovers, but as he said, I should give my unit some rest.
I found myself boarding a huge cruise liner with my mother two months later after my husband assured me that my pussy would not hair over and seal itself shut if I went without sex for two weeks.
My husband and I attended the wedding reception of the daughter of our friends, Mark and Barb, whom we hadn’t seen in quite a few years.
Several years ago they had some trouble when Barb went out with friends after work and ended up having sex with her boss. She got herself knocked up. Since Mark got fixed after the birth of their daughter, there was no way out for her except to tell the truth. She left, moving to the west coast where she lost the baby. She then got her tubes tied like she’d wanted to in the first place, then really went wild, fucking her way through a number of lovers.
I consoled Mark after she left and still had a vivid memory of having his eight and a half inch cock churning away in my also unfaithful cunt, proving to him a woman could fuck a man without being in love with him. I drained Mark’s balls for the next nine months until he realized he still loved Barb and joined her in Oregon where they reunited. But now we were in Portland to help them celebrate their daughter Stacy’s marriage with all of that far behind us.
My husband and his friend, Grant had planned this reunion for months. Grant is Theo’s best friend and even though Grant is five years older than Theo, their families were close, so it was only natural they grew close, too. Grant and his wife Louise were coming to spend ten days with us at our vacation home where the guys planned to catch the big one out of the nearby lake.
Things started to unravel when Louise packed her bags and left Grant to move in with the doctor, who had been her lover, three weeks before they were to come. Grant said we should just forget the weekend but Theo and I convinced him to come anyway saying it would be good for him to get away from everything for a while.
Grant arrived at our house about three and had all of his gear packed into Theo’s truck by three-thirty. I’d driven the truck home leaving my car for Theo who had to finish setting up fixtures for a job that had to be done while we were away. He planned on being home by four. Grant and I sat down with a couple of beers to wait for him.
It all started about six months ago when my wife, Cora and I went out for dinner. We stopped at a store on the way home to buy some beer.
While I was paying for it, I saw a Penthouse Letters magazine on the shelf and just had to buy it. I haven’t read one for many years. (That was the best money I have ever spent.)
When I got back in the car I gave it to my wife and told her to start reading it.
My wife has gorgeous, long black hair, and an amazing set of boobs. Her ass is just right, too. She is stunning to look at.
She started reading the magazine and in no time she had her hand up her dress. I asked her what got her going and she said the magazine was great, and she couldn’t wait to fool around. She started to read a letter to me. It was about a woman getting tied up and being fucked. That got me really hot as well, so I moved my hand up her dress and felt her wet pussy. Her juices were really flowing. I pulled my hand back and licked her juices from my fingers.
I thought I’d take this time to relate a thrilling sexual experience I had.
My wife Lyn and I moved into our new home and decided to have a house warming party. We couldn’t decide what theme to choose and were arguing back and forth about it. I wanted a sports, while Lyn wanted a Mardi Gras party. Since neither one of us was giving up, we decided to flip a coin. I won.
When picking out our costumes, Lyn was mad that it was a sports’ theme because she wanted to wear something sexy to show off her wonderful body. She is 35 and has curves to die for.
Suddenly a thought came to her. She’d be more accepting of the theme if she could wear my old college football uniform and I’d wear her old cheerleading uniform. Yes, she was dead serious.
Being that I’m a real joker at my office, I had no problem with it. When I tried it on though, it was way too small. But that didn’t stop my wife. Lyn said she’d figure something out.
I am 5’10” and 200 pounds of solid muscle. When I was younger, I loved picking on small nerds. (I admit I was a jerk). I would tease and taunt them, especially this younger boy, Ben who lived across the street from me.
He was short and weighed about a hundred pounds (if that), glasses, bad hair—the whole deal. He used to always beg me to look at my porno mags and tell him about girls I had.
When I came home from the Marines for a visit, Ben was 18 and just out of high school. One day our cleaning lady, Shelly knocked on my door and told me Ben was looking for me. I told her to send the little wimp away. She said, “C’mon be nice to him, and maybe I’ll be nice to you later,” and winked at me.
My name is Talia and I am 23 years old. My measurements are 38D-23-34 and I have long, black hair that guys just seem to go wild about.
Ever since I can remember I have been obsessed with a man’s testicles. I love the feel of them hanging in the scrotum. I love fondling them and feeling them move around as I gently massage them. I love taking one in my mouth and bathing it with my tongue. I’ll bite down behind the nut and lovingly pull the testicles from a man’s body, then allow it to plop from my lips. I could suck on and play with a man’s big juicy balls forever.
Some men don’t have big balls. I went out with this guy, Allen, whose dick was nine inches long and thick, but his balls were no bigger than marbles. I dropped him quick! I’m not really into big cocks. I may come if he uses it right, but then my pussy is sore for a week. I like a cock to be about five to six inches long, with medium girth. But he has to have a big set of balls.
When I married Harold, my high school sweetheart, I was still technically a virgin. We had experimented with heavy petting and mutual masturbation, but we hadn’t gone any further than that before our wedding night. Being an only child, I was quite sheltered, and my parents were very protective, so my knowledge of sex was limited. Harold was raised in a similar household, and as a schoolteacher he has always been more interested in academic than in carnal knowledge anyway.
After our graduation Harold went to work for his aunt and uncle in their family business, and I took a job as a corrections officer at a local maximum-security prison. At first both Harold and my family were worried about me working in such a dangerous place, especially as I am only five feet five and 126 pounds, with a 34C-22-35 figure, brown eyes and raven-black hair. But it was a good job, and eventually they became reconciled to the idea.
Once I started working there I found myself subjected to some of the most disgusting, depraved things I could ever have imagined—some of which secretly turned me on. I witnessed men sucking each other’s dick, and even fucking each other in the ass. One day I walked past a man’s cell and saw him naked, perched on his chair like a bird, with his very large blood-engorged cock jerking upward toward his stomach and spraying sperm all over his face and chin in great spurts. His eyes were closed and he was lashing out with his tongue, trying to catch as much of his ejaculation with it as he could. His scrotum hung obscenely off the edge of the chair. His balls were twice as big as my husband’s, and his dick was too, even though he was a much smaller man in stature. I watched with both disgust and a depraved kind of excitement as his massive ejaculation coated his tongue, chin and stomach.
My husband Frank and I had booked ourselves a two-week vacation at a well-known mountain resort a full year in advance, so both of us were quite devastated when one of Frank’s most important out-of-town business clients called with a major problem, demanding his instant attention, the day before we were to leave. I immediately tried to change our reservations, but was informed that they were booked up for the next few months. I was also told that at this late date our advanced payment was non-refundable.
Frank insisted that I go to the resort by myself, saying that he would join me after resolving his client’s problem. So the next morning the two of us flew off in different directions, with Frank hoping to solve things quickly and join me by the end of the week.
I was picked up at the airport by a resort driver around noon on Sunday, and arrived at the lodge an hour and a half later. I spent an hour unpacking my things, then took a nap, awakening with just enough time to shower and dress for the family-style dinner, which was served each night at 6:30. I wore a simple but short low-cut sundress that displayed my legs and plenty of cleavage, just as I would have if Frank were with me.