When I married my husband Sam I suspected that his best friend David was gay from day one, but I never said anything about it. It wasn’t until two years later that Sam asked me to have a talk with David, to see if I could tell whether he was gay or not. Sam is a pretty good guy in many ways, but he’s not very enlightened. He hated to think that his best friend might be gay, but he was much too embarrassed to talk to him about it himself.
David had always been shy around girls, which was one of the things that had fed our suspicions about him. I had no intention of interfering in his life, but I decided to talk to him because Sam asked me to, so I went over to his place one day when I knew he would be there alone.
David wasn’t very forthcoming about his sexuality, however, and he seemed rather embarrassed by the subject. I was even more sure he was gay—until I passed his bedroom on my way to the bathroom, and noticed some girlie magazines on his bed. They were definitely not gay-oriented. I was looking through one of them to make sure when David’s voice behind me made me jump. Since he had caught me, I told him the total truth as to why I was there, and as I did so I saw his face take on an expression that was a mixture of embarrassment and lust.
Shannon looked into the mirror. Up until the last year or two, she occasionally got carded when she bought alcohol. She could still turn heads, not bad for someone coming up on 50. About every other year she had to make this trip to Reno for work, but the conference was over and she would be heading home tomorrow. Shannon laughed when she unpacked her suitcase upon arrival and found that Dean had stuffed in a copy of Penthouse Letters, he had done that before. The stories seemed to have a recurring theme, the wife having a fling somewhere. Dean was such a goof sometimes. He’d stuck a couple other items in her suitcase this time, she’d ask him about those when she got home.
Maybe a trip to the new bar Dean had mentioned down the street from her hotel on her last night. She probably wouldn’t run into anyone she knew in a bar, she laughed to herself. She flipped through the Penthouse Letters as she was getting dressed…at least their pictures were good she thought. She put on some jeans, and a stretchy black top with a vest on over it so her nipples wouldn’t show. She admired her tits in the mirror, a pair that many 20 year olds would be jealous of.
Shannon parked herself at the bar where she could see the dance floor and watch all of the interesting people. The bartender stopped and asked “what can I get you?”.
“1800 double” Shannon answered. She took a sip and looked around.
“I’ll have what she’s having” boomed a deep voice. Shannon turned around to see a very tall, nice looking, mid thirties black gentleman in a sport coat.
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My wife and I have been married for almost 20 years, and it has been wonderful. I love her totally, and she loves me. We’re best friends and do everything together.
Our love life was always very good, but like everything, after 20 years things started to get routine. We spiced it up with dirty talk, and it seemed that when I told her my fantasy of watching her fuck another guy, we both had the best orgasms. I’d be fucking her really hard and she’d start to tell me about all the things she would do with another guy. When she did that, we both had powerful orgasms.
This led me to believe that she wanted it as much as I did, but she always denied it. Still, we were doing this dirty talk for a long time, and it was working, so I was happy with it, even without any reason to think it might lead to anything more.
A few months ago my wife came home incredibly horny. She asked me to come upstairs and help her take her boots off. That wasn’t an unusual request from her, so I didn’t think anything of it till we got upstairs, when she pulled me into the bathroom and proceeded to fuck me silly!
At 21 I started my freshman year at college, and within a few days my roommate Brenda had informed me about which fraternity houses and off-campus dormitories were party houses, the places where a girl was most likely to get laid. Brenda knew all about them, since she had attended the summer semester, and she was a 21-year-old slut. She had started by dating one guy, but one night she got drunk and had sex with one of his frat brothers, as well as with him. After that it developed to the point where she’d hook up with them and they’d take turns having sex with her. She told me how one time they even did it in a park, on the hood of a car, while some local pervs stood around watching and jerking off.
One night Brenda took me to a party at her favorite frat house. After we’d had a couple of drinks Brenda ran into a guy she knew, and they disappeared upstairs. Then another guy, named Walt, began talking to me. He said he didn’t think he’d ever seen me before, and I told him it was my freshman year. As we were talking I noticed people going in and out of the basement. I asked Walt what was down there, and he shrugged. “It’s like party central down there,” he answered. “But I really wouldn’t suggest you go down. It gets pretty wild.”
I am a 32-year-old woman of Greek descent. I have dark curly hair, dark eyes, an olive complexion and a very nice figure. I was raised in an Orthodox household by very strict parents, so it was no wonder that I was a real prude until I met my husband, Steve. Steve is a wild, crazy American of Irish descent, who is outgoing, good looking and loves to drink. We married when I was 27, and since then he has turned me into a total nymphomaniac, doing things and wearing clothing that I never would have contemplated before. Steve taught me to be proud of my body and my sexuality, and to relax and enjoy myself while I can, because life is too short.
I now wear short skirts or short shorts to show off my legs when I go out in public. I also like to wear tight tops without a bra. At pools and at the beach my bikinis are tight, tiny and sexy, and I keep my pussy nicely trimmed to allow me to wear even more revealing outfits.
I went from straight missionary sex to giving oral sex at a crowded party, which is actually how this all began. Steve had gotten me drunk at a party one night, and we were making out in a corner. He was feeling me up, and he put my hand on his crotch to show how horny he was.
Last month I treated Jodie, my wife of 15 years, to a vacation in Cancun. It wasn’t exactly the cheapest of trips, but the look of delight on Jodie’s face when I told her made it worthwhile. I promised to make it a time to remember—and boy, was it ever, though not in the way I’d envisioned.
On our first day there, everything was perfect. The hotel and the weather were both great. Jodie sunned herself by the hotel pool while I made frequent trips to the bar. At one point I started up a conversation with two guys in their mid-20s, whose names were Ted and Chet. We talked about a lot of things, and the conversation eventually veered toward poker, which it turned out we all played. That was when some college-age guy came over and joined in. He introduced himself as Norm and said he was down there with some of his frat buddies. He’d heard us talking poker, and now began boasting about his skill at the game, in a pretty cocky way.
Now I’m a pretty good poker player myself, and I thought this might be a good opportunity, not only to take the kid down a few pegs, but to make some extra money in the process. I talked the guys into a “friendly little game” that I intended to clean up on. We agreed to get together that night in Norm’s room for the game.
Nobody chooses to get bored. It just happens. Even if you find an activity you love and know you’ll love forever, the reality is that you’ll still get bored by it eventually. Sadly, it’s the same with people. I never intended to get bored with Robert.
To be fair, I can’t say I was bored with him. I was bored with us, with the situation we were in after 10 years of marriage. I loved being married, and Robert is not only a wonderful man but a wonderful husband and provider for our family. I truly had no complaints. Except that after years of being together it was tough to have things seem new and exciting again.
I was lucky that Robert felt the same way, and had the guts to say so. Many couples claim to be very close, yet hide from the difficult topics like “I’m sorta bored with fucking you, honey.” Once, with the kids in bed, we were able to take a rare moment on a weeknight to sit and share a glass of wine, and Robert brought up the subject of bedroom boredom. The next thing you know we had an hourlong talk, which he ended by saying, “We should make more of an effort to have it be different.”
That sounded great but really wasn’t a legitimate solution. I had no idea what he meant by it, or what it meant that we would do next. I found out the following Friday morning.
To celebrate my wife’s 47th birthday I treated her to a week at the beach. It was off-season, which meant things would be kind of quiet, but it was really all about the sand and the sun.
At least that was the plan. Things started changing when we arrived at the hotel and Cecie put on a bikini that showed a lot of flesh. She works out hard to stay in shape, and it shows, but I suggested that something so revealing would be more appropriate on our daughter. This hit a nerve. Cecie assured me she looked outstanding, and said that if I wasn’t around, she’d have to beat off her admirers.
That sounded like a challenge, and I decided to take her up on it. I said I’d leave her on her own for half an hour, and if even one guy tried to pick her up, I’d buy her the diamond necklace she’d been badgering me about, but if she lost, she had to drop the matter. She smirked and said the ice was as good as hers.
Cecie was all confidence when she went out to the pool and laid down on her towel, with me watching from the bar. But time passed and she didn’t get any takers. In her defense, the hotel wasn’t exactly full, and most of the guys had girls with them.
My name is Sheldon, and I have a weakness for oral sex. To me there’s nothing hotter than going down on a woman. Smelling her scent and seeing her get all wet in her private place makes me drool. I get hard as a rock when I watch porno flicks and see all the hot girls with their legs spread wide open, waiting and begging for someone to lick and suck them. To my mind there’s nothing better.
I don’t actually get much action. I’m not what you would call handsome, and I’m socially awkward. I don’t have much to offer in the way of penis size, either. It’s been this way for as long as I can remember. High school was a nightmare, and it couldn’t end soon enough for me. I was bullied and made fun on a daily basis. Things got a little better in college, and for a while I actually had a girlfriend. Well, she would say she wasn’t, but I like to think of her that way. She was my first (and only) experience of the wonderful world of oral sex.
I married my husband Saul the summer after our graduation from college. Saul comes from a wealthy family and treats me like a princess. We have traveled a lot and seen much more than your average newlyweds. As our love and admiration for each other has grown, we have constantly strived to satisfy each other and fulfill each other’s every fantasy.
Saul was a virgin on our wedding night. He is a handsome man, but he is somewhat overweight, and was always something of a computer geek. He was very insecure, and I was the only close female friend he had.
I, on the other hand, was not a virgin, having lost my virginity to a senior during my freshman year. He turned out to be an asshole who put naked pictures of me on his computer and sent them to his friends. Saul came to my rescue by sending him a virus that deleted everything. Saul had just been a friend up till then, but this made me begin to see him in a different light.
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