I’m 18 years old and planning to go off to college in the fall. I was supposed to go away with my parents for a week last month, but I couldn’t get out of work at my summer job. Actually I didn’t care, because with them gone it meant my boyfriend and I could fuck whenever and wherever we wanted to, all over the house. But then my boyfriend got sick, so my plans for a week of fucking were ruined also.
I was sitting home alone one evening watching TV when the doorbell rang. It was Dan, an old friend of my father’s. I told him my dad was away, but I wasn’t sure he heard me, as he was so busy looking me up and down.
“Hi, Randi,” he said smiling. “Got a kiss for me?”
Well, I didn’t mind kissing him, as he was actually a pretty good-looking guy, even though he was at least 20 years older than me. Besides, I was frustrated, with my boyfriend out of action and all. So I gave him a kiss like he hadn’t expected. I threw my arms around him pressed into him as I kissed him with my mouth open. I felt his cock get hard as I stood on my toes and rubbed my crotch against the sizable bulge in his pants.
I came home from a multi-day road trip on a mid afternoon. My wife was waiting on me and as usual I wanted to decompress with a quick shower and a change of clothes. She had just gotten back from Yoga, had a bath robe on and said she’d meet me down stairs with a drink when I got done. I kissed her before she left smelling her sweet perfume along her neck.
I entered the shower with visions already dancing by her simply wearing a bath robe and what may be underneath as well as the promise of a nice drink to match. My cock was already getting hard at the thought of our next steps and after a quick shower I headed downstairs to her in the living room where she had the stereo on and playing some great sensual music which only added to the anticipation of what might be to come.
I only had a bath towel wrapped around my waist as I headed downstairs but based upon what I saw from her partially open robe I was probably over dressed. As I approached her she pulled the robe back off her shoulders and kissed me passionately asking what took me so long to shower. I fumbled for a response as I was focused on her and moved in to meet her kiss and pushed her robe further down and saw that she was gift wrapped in a beautiful black bra and barely there panty with a chain front guarding the prize that I hoped for. Her pussy was beautifully trimmed and the panties perfectly framed the masterpiece between her sweet thighs. My cock leapt at the thought of taking her immediately and fucking her with abandon, but she soon made it clear this would be on her terms.
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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.
Last year, in my freshman year of college, I answered a bulletin-board ad that read, “Housing Female,” for a dirt-cheap off-campus apartment. At the address, I was surprised when the “Jean” of the ad, who I assumed was a woman, turned out to be a man in his 30s with a thick French accent.
I accepted his invitation to come in (maybe because he was so good-looking?) and learned he was separated from his wife and was looking for a female tenant. He explained, “Guys can be a pain, and get drunk and cause damage.”
I rented the place, and to keep my rent low did chores: housework, laundry, cooking, that sort of stuff. Jean called me his “little wife” and gave me pecks on the cheek. One day, after about seven months, I was cleaning and vacuuming when my right breast sort of popped out of the loose shirt I was wearing just as Jean walked by. He kissed the boob, swirling his tongue around the nipple and sucking it lightly. I was instantly turned on, which encouraged him. He lifted my dress and licked down my belly, teasing my belly button along the way.
Last summer, when I was 18 and still a virgin, I went to stay with my sister and her boyfriend, the idea being that I could baby-sit while she attended night school. I wasn’t crazy about Craig, but Marnie insisted he’s a good provider and a loving dad. Even I had to admit he is crazy good-looking, especially for a guy past 30.
Right away I noticed Craig noticing me. I’m five- four with long hair, nice legs and a firm ass. My tits aren’t big but are firm and well-shaped. After the first week Craig began making a play, feeling me up and brushing against me anytime he could. I didn’t tell my sister because I was enjoying the game.
In the third week, I was coming home from the local pool one afternoon around three, expecting to find the house empty, since Marnie was out for the day with the baby. I was surprised to see Craig’s car in the driveway. He said he got the afternoon off and thought he’d spend it with my sister, only to find she wasn’t home.
A few years ago, when Zig and I had been married almost ten years (I’d have been about 34 then, and him 32), he told me he had been fantasizing about me fucking a guy with a huge cock. I said it would never happen, which didn’t stop him from relating his fantasy during foreplay that night. I couldn’t help but notice how horny and hard it got him, and I got turned on too!
From that point he kept sharing these fantasies of his during sex, going into more and more detail. A few months later, while he was telling me one of his hot fuck stories, he saw how hot I was getting and asked how big a cock I’d like to fuck. I went along, saying, “Nine or ten inches, and real thick.”
He said, “Wow, the other day at the gym I saw a guy in the shower, his cock had to be eight, nine inches, and it wasn’t fully hard.”
I was devastated when Joy, my best friend growing up, moved away due to her dad’s new job. I hadn’t seen her for almost two years when our folks said I could visit her for a week the summer after we both graduated high school.
I noticed right away that Joy seemed different, but I couldn’t say how. Once or twice she seemed about to tell me something but then changed her mind. She also kept going for private talks with Bart, a friend of her older brother Roy. I was jealous that she spent so much time with him when we only had a week together.
The third morning I woke up late and decided to work on my tan. As I headed out to the terrace, I heard something. I peeked out between the drapes and saw Bart on top of Joy, facedown on a chaise longue. His pants were at his ankles, and his butt rose and fell rapidly. She was moaning loudly. Finally I saw that he had his cock buried in her butt!
I was rummaging through the table of clothing at a garage sale and came across a bunch of lingerie, panties mostly. I picked up a pair of skimpy black lace panties just as the owner, a slender woman in her late 30s with short brown hair, stepped into the garage.
As I dropped the panties, mortified, she said, “If my husband liked me in those I wouldn’t be selling them,” she said. I searched for a response. It didn’t come. “I was, uh—” I wanted to get the hell out of there, but she stopped me. “If they’re for your wife and she’s close to my size, I could model them for you so you can see for yourself.” I nodded silently.
She picked up that pair plus one or two others and led me inside. We didn’t stop till we were in her bedroom. She turned toward me with a wicked twinkle in her eyes, and—with me staring in disbelief!—hiked her skirt up to her waist. The panties she was wearing were hotter than those on the table. They were crotchless, and the wet, swollen lips of her cunt hung down through her curly bush. She was wearing stockings, not pantyhose, tan ones.
One of the best things about meeting women at the pool is that you get a good idea what they’ll look like naked before you see them. There’s only a few things they can hide in a swimsuit!
The apartment complex where my wife and I live has a pool, and I’m there almost every day, which gives me lots of chances to check out the women here. A few Saturdays ago a curvy brunette took the lounge chair beside me. I’d seen her before, but not that close up. Inside her very small bikini her breasts stood firm and high. She had nice thick legs, a nicely rounded ass and a plump pubic mound, and her tan was dark and smooth.
After she got settled, she asked if I’d mind putting some tanning lotion on her. Naturally I said it would be my pleasure. She lay on her stomach and undid the straps to her bikini top. There were no tan lines, so it was obvious she regularly tanned topless. Her skin was incredibly smooth.
Since we were lying next to each other, we began chatting. I learned that she was 28, married with no children, and her husband was in sales, which took a lot of his time. I told her I was 30, and also married with no kids. After an hour and a half she invited me to her apartment for a cool drink while she rinsed off. I accepted eagerly.
I came home from my road trip and entered the house to find champagne chilled and two glasses waiting. I heard Donna call out from the deck saying, “Pour us a couple glasses and join me on the deck.” I did as instructed and walked out to find her on the chaise lounge wearing a bikini and soaking up some sun. It was green and matched her similarly colored eyes and complimented he soft tanned skin.
I handed her a glass and she thanked me for saving her the trip as I gazed down at her beautiful body. “Having fun?” I asked. She smiled and said that the sun felt good and was warming more than her skin as she drew her fingertips along her breast. She noticed the bulge that was growing in my pants and rubbing her hand she asked me if that was the sun causing that or her.
She already knew the answer and pulled her swim top open and showed me her tits. She started rolling her nipples between her fingers and licked her lips as she stared at my crotch. Playfully she opened her mouth and said ‘Feed me”
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