Two years ago my wife and I got a divorce, and it totally broke me. I was so broke that I was forced to rent a trailer till I could get my life straightened out. It was a dismal little place, but at least it was a roof over my head. I got a job now and then, and I spent the rest of my time playing video games.
A few days after I moved in there was a knock on my door. I answered it to see a guy standing there who I didn’t readily recognize. He introduced himself as Harry, one of my neighbors. He was a good-looking guy, apparently in his late 20s. He said he wanted to welcome me and tell me about a fireworks display and community party that was happening that weekend. He said I should attend it, so I could meet some of the people in the trailer park.
I thanked him and invited him in, and we chatted for a few minutes. When he noticed the video game I’d been playing, he asked what it was. We got to talking about video games, and we even played for awhile before he had to leave.
Last summer my wife and I went on a two-week road trip in our convertible. It was great to travel on the open highway with the top down, catching the sun and the summer breezes. Along the way Kate and I stopped at many tourist spots, roadside bars and taverns. We were in no real hurry and had no specific agenda. Most days we slept in late and partied late into the night.
The first Friday night of our trip we met up with a couple named Ned and Lily. Like us they were married, in their 30s and on vacation. We shared some drinks and conversation and found out they were staying at a local hotel. At the end of the night they invited us to go with them the next day to a lake in the area that was known as an outdoor party spot. Kate thought it was an awesome idea, and we arranged to pick them up the next morning in our car so we could let the top down.
Later in our room I told Kate I’d noticed Ned checking her out whenever he had a chance. She smiled and blushed and said she’d sort of noticed too, and hoped I wasn’t jealous. I said not only was I not jealous, I was proud of her, even a little turned on! I went as far as to ask if she was turned on by him. After some prodding she finally admitted that she was. Again I said I wasn’t upset, and since we were on vacation she should have fun and let herself go.
My husband Dan and I went out to dinner last month to celebrate my 30th birthday. After dinner we stopped at our favorite bar to dance for a little while. We’d been there a little over an hour when one of my husband’s best friends walked in out of the blue. We hadn’t seen Russ since shortly after we were married, five years before.
At that time we had gone over to his house for a little going-away party, planning to stay at his place overnight, as we knew we would be drinking. Dan got pretty drunk and went to bed before midnight. I joined him an hour later, having spent the intervening time in Russ’s bed, experiencing a hurried but very intense fuck.
I had fantasized about being with Russ for months after one of my best friends, who had had a hot and very intense love affair with him, told me what an incredible fuck he was. So I was putty in his hands when he put the make on me after my husband went to bed. It was the first time I had cheated on Dan—but hardly the last.
Just before I graduated from college, my boyfriend Hal told me he had agreed to house-sit for a weekend for his uncle Kevin, who was going to the beach with his girlfriend for a few days. He asked me to go with him and I agreed, happy that the two of us would have some time alone.
On Friday night Hal and I went out to a movie, then had a late dinner and went back to his uncle’s place. There we settled down on and began to make out. Pretty soon Hal started undoing my blouse, one button at a time, and kissing his way slowly from my mouth down to my breasts. He worked his way down to my stomach, caressing my breasts with one hand while sliding my jeans down with the other. By that time I was so excited I was almost shaking.
My husband Cal has a friend who owns a farm in a lovely area upstate, and when he invited us up there for a few days, I was glad of the chance for a nice change of pace. I had visions of long walks in fields of barley and fucking my wonderful husband in the haystacks.
It didn’t all turn out that way, however. The day after we arrived Cal got a call telling him that his mother was sick, and he had to go back home. He told me to stay, however, saying he would be back when the crisis was over. It was nice of him, but it didn’t take long for me to start feeling lonely without him.
But that was before I met Henry and Ron.
My girlfriend Nina likes to show off what the good lord blessed her with, and she often dresses in a way that makes all the guys she passes stare at her, and sometimes stop what they’re doing and follow her just to get a closer look. Once we went to the beach and she walked down the boardwalk in a pair of pink shorts that exposed about half of her ass cheeks, and a red bikini top that barely covered her breasts. By the time we got to the beach at least 10 guys were following us. She did that just to show me that she could.
Nina has an outstanding smile and dark green bedroom eyes. Her long shiny black hair is beautiful, and her breasts are big, firm and luscious. I love how her nipples stand up so proudly when she’s excited. Every time she enters a wet T-shirt contest, she wins.
She loves it when I tease her nipples into erection and they get like hard little erasers. I start nibbling on them, sucking and licking, rolling them between my teeth, and when she begins moaning and whimpering I move down to her wet, eager pussy. It looks so sweet it reminds me of a peach, small and round, with just a little fuzz on it, and a crack running down the middle. She loves the way I bring her to climax when I munch on that sweet juicy cunt.
Myrna, my 25-year-old blonde green-eyed wife, loves posing for pictures. We have thousands of photos of her by now, in many poses, both alone and with others. We do a lot of outdoor as well as indoor shots, and I like to snap her in unusual places whenever possible.
I also get off on watching her have sex with other men, and we have many photos of that too.
Recently we spent an afternoon picnicking in the woods, and since I always have a camera with me, we decided take some impromptu shots.
I am a 35-year-old Asian-American woman, five feet seven and 125 pounds, with black hair and brown eyes. My husband Lester loves mountain biking, and over time I got hooked on it too. We often go camping and mountain biking with friends on the weekends, and we have a blast.
Last summer we planned a weekend adventure with a whole group of our friends. Most of them were to meet up on Saturday, but Lester and I set out on Friday night to set up camp. Lester’s best friend Norm was supposed to come too, but he got delayed at work and didn’t arrive till nearly one in the morning. Lester told him it was too late to set up his tent, and invited him to sleep in with us for the night.
I was already in bed by the time they were ready to retire. I was half asleep and only vaguely aware of them sliding in with me, one on either side. Lester and I always slept naked, and I had been too tired to bother digging out something to wear to bed. We soon fell asleep, cramped but cozy.
In the morning they were still sleeping when I woke up. I then began to wonder if Lester had really asked Norm to sleep in with us because it was too late to pitch a tent, or if he wanted something sexual to develop. If so, would Norm actually fuck his best friend’s wife? At that point Norm rolled over in his sleep, and I felt his hard cock rub against my upper thigh.
The blanket was pulled down far enough so that my breasts were already exposed. Lying on my back, I nonchalantly raised my leg, pulling it free of the covers, and casually rested it on Lester’s thighs. My dark-haired pussy was now half exposed. I lay there as if still asleep, just waiting to see if anything interesting would happen.
Lester must have awakened first. I felt his hard-on brush against me, more purposefully than Norm’s had, and I knew something was going to happen all right. I soon felt his fingers sliding slowly over my body, softly stroking my thighs, then my belly and up to my breasts.
Then more fingers were between my legs, almost furtively sliding inside me. Lester was still stroking my tits, so I know those other fingers belonged to Norm.
My pussy began to make wet squelching sounds as Norm gave me a nice finger fuck. I was so excited that my climax was on me before I knew it, and I came with a whimper.
None of us said a word as Norm now rolled over on top of me and entered my very wet pussy. He slid into me forcefully and began driving into me hard, while Lester watched and continued fondling my breasts. Norm kissed me passionately, and I reached down to stroke Lester’s cock while his best friend fucked me with powerful strokes.
Sadly, Norm didn’t last very long, and I soon heard him groan as he shot his sperm inside me.
Now Lester took his turn, positioning me on my hands and knees and entering me from behind. Norm moved around so that I could take him in my mouth at the same time. As I did, Lester pulled my hair back like the reins of a horse and leaned down to whisper in my ear, “That’s it, suck his cock, you sweet slut.”
I had never felt so aroused. But before either of us could come, Lester pulled out of me. He put me on my back, and Norm mounted me again. He fucked me even harder this time, and I grunted with each thrust. My squelching pussy filled the tent with its sound as Norm drilled me as hard as he could. We were both sweating profusely. Then he groaned loudly, and I felt his cock swell and twitch as he shot huge quantities of spunk into the depths of my body.
I was so swollen and slick that I didn’t really feel him sliding out of me. But Lester was watching, cock in hand, and he got between my legs as Norm rolled away, gasping. My hole was gaping open, and looking down I saw a pool of Norm’s spunk oozing out of it as my muscles continued to contract.
Lester thrust into me wildly and commenced to pump in and out, forcing even more of Norm’s sperm out of me with enough velocity to actually splatter all over my inner thighs. I thought he would add a third load to my womb, but instead he suddenly pulled out and shot his first large spurt over my chin and face, some of it even getting into my hair. The second spurt landed on my tits and tummy, the third over my pubic hair and thighs. The rest of his sperm trickled out to land on my swollen hole. I was soaked with come, inside and out, and I felt terrific.
Later that day the rest of our friends arrived, and we biked like crazy all weekend. Since then Lester and I have had repeat sessions with Norm, and they are always a great thrill—almost as much as mountain biking.—K.R., Flint, Michigan
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