Toys

HE KNEW SHE WAS A NYMPHO, BUT NOT THAT SHE WENT BOTH WAYS

My wife Mimi and I have been married for about eight years now. I met Mimi during our last year of college. With her long blonde hair and great tits, it was love and lust at first sight.

It was hard to keep my hands off her great body, but I restrained myself during our first three dates, just trying to be a nice guy and not go too fast. But our next date was at the local motel. After we checked in I still made an effort to play it cool and not undress her too fast. Then she asked me to go out and get us some wine to drink. She said she would be all ready when I got back, and I would like the surprise too.

I was gone for about half an hour or so, and when I came back to the room it was dark, except for a small light in the bathroom. Mimi was lying on the bed, and I could just barley see that she was doing something. All of a sudden she threw back the sheet and I got the surprise of the night. She was dressed in a black corset and nylons, and she was rubbing her pussy. She said I was taking too long, and then told me to get down and lick her pussy. It was already soaked, and soon she was coming all over me.

I’d had no idea that she was that wild and ready. I ended up fucking her all night long, and again the next morning. It was then that she told me that I’d better be able to keep her happy, which meant keeping her pussy full of come.

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She was attacked in the night by a stranger—or was he?

My husband was out of town on business, so I suppose I should have been expecting it.

It must have been about two in the morning when I was rudely awakened from a deep sleep by a hand covering my mouth. Although I tried to scream, no sound escaped around the gloved hand, which was quickly replaced by some sort of gag. After the first instant of terror I realized what was happening and tried to relax, but my heart continued to pound. As often as it happened, I never really got used to this sudden disruption of my slumber.

The intruder quickly had my hands pinioned over my head with what felt like handcuffs, which he fastened to the headboard of my bed. I began to struggle wildly and to kick my legs, which I knew would please him. One at a time, he tied my legs to the foot posts of my bed.

Realizing how helpless I was, calm spread through me, and any lingering fear disappeared. Is that you, Reggie? I wanted to say. Again? But the gag prevented me.

It was still dark in the bedroom, and anyway I knew he would be masked. Part of the game. Then I heard the sound of fabric being cut, and realized that he was using scissors to cut away my nightie and my panties. This left me naked and totally exposed to my night visitor.

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A Big Birthday Surprise…

I wasn’t expecting much for my last birthday. After 36 of them, they can get a touch trite and not exactly something that I look forward to every year. I figured that my wife and I would head out to a local sit-down for a bite to eat, have a slice of cake, cuddle up to a movie, and call it a night.

So, imagine my surprise when a midday knock came at my office door, and I opened it to find my wife standing there, clad in jet-black heels and a matching black trench coat. This was certainly an odd occurrence. Normally, she wouldn’t make the 35 minute drive to come and see me just a few short hours before I would be on my way home, anyway. Normally, she wouldn’t dress up like this in the middle of a summer’s day…and she certainly wouldn’t normally have that sly smile on her face that she had.

I gasped to speak—a touch concerned that something may be wrong—but she hushed me quickly, quietly with a well-placed finger to my lips. Her next move left me with my jaw on the floor. She flung open her coat, revealing her soft, curvy form and closed the door behind her…all without a word and seemingly in a single swipe. Her curly tresses—somewhere between an auburn color and a dirty-blonde—fell down haphazardly over her large natural breasts, falling just short of her thick nipples that jutted out at their ends. After almost five years of marriage, I still yearned to gaze into her crystal blue eyes and at her soft, creamy-hued figure. She was an angel—my angel.

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A Night to Remember

It was finally Friday and the week from hell was over. It had been a long week and when I pulled into the parking lot of my apartment I killed the engine on my car and laid my head down on the steering wheel taking a couple deep breaths. I was glad to be home for the weekend, but I wasn’t looking forward to an empty apartment. I grabbed my purse, my book bag and my work clothes. I stopped inside the door of the apartment complex and grabbed my mail. I started climbing the stair to my apartment when my next door neighbor John came sauntering out of his apartment.

He was the most amazing guy I’d ever seen. He was tall and built. He had this almost shoulder length dark brown hair and a 5 o’clock shadow across his face. Yet while he had all this dark hair and a chiseled body, he had the deepest blue eyes I’d ever seen. The kind of eyes you could get lost in. He always seemed to be smiling. We had met a few years ago when I’d moved into here and started college. We had hit it off right away.

He’d actually even helped me move the last of the boxes into my apartment after my parents had left. I had been struggling up the three flights of stairs to my door with a big box of books, and like a scene out of movie, I’d started to fall down the stairs, when out of nowhere these hands caught me and the box. He had been coming home from a basketball game. I didn’t see who had caught me until I got t the top of the stairs and set the box down. I’d almost fainted when I turned around and saw this gorgeous man standing behind me smiling.

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