I met my wife while I was on assignment for my property firm. She was the clerk that assisted me in finding the land tracts I was looking for. The way she wore her strawberry blonde hair in a bun and her nerdy glasses made her appear older and bookwormish. She was very shy, but when I got a closer look I saw she was a hidden treasure, with a bombshell body and the silkiest skin you can imagine. In the end I won her heart. The fact that she wouldn’t allow me the liberty of bedding her only made me want her more.
On our wedding night Diane wouldn’t let me go down on her and refused to suck my dick. We had intercourse, but she was the coldest woman I was ever with. I didn’t fret, though. I figured she would be more receptive to the enjoyment of sex as time went by.
I tried buying self-help books, but they didn’t help. I bought her a vibrator, and she threw it away, saying, “Only prostitutes use things like that.” We were having bad sex maybe once a week, and I was about to throw in the towel.
My wife and I tried a website we saw in Penthouse Letters, and she found what she wanted and couldn’t resist in the form of a black man who was extremely well-endowed and muscular. We contacted him and after several back-and-forths set up a meeting at a local bar. We got pretty drunk, and she was flirting with him shamelessly, grinding into him while they danced. She said to me, “He’s huge down there. I’m soaked.”
I watched, jealous but turned on. My wife suggested we get a Jacuzzi room, so we left and got some beer and headed to the room. The three of us got in the room, and my wife told me to go for some ice. By the time I got back, this man had my wife ass naked with a mouthful of the biggest cock I have ever seen in person—nine inches and thick. She was worshipping this cock, moaning and choking, with spit running down her face and tits.
She was so involved, she didn’t even notice me till he said, “Your husband’s back.” She said, “Baby, come over here and give Mommy a kiss.” I went to her and she pulled his cock out of her mouth but leaves it only inches from her mouth. As I kiss her his cock is so close, I can smell it. She says, “How does his cock taste?” I said, “Your kiss tastes good.” She says, “Good boy,” then continued pleasuring him, looking me in the eyes, saying, “I love this big black cock,” slapping herself with it, saying, “You can’t please me like this. So go fill the tub.”
Until three months ago, if someone had suggested I might cheat on my husband, I’d have said no way. That changed when the jerk-off lost my ass and pussy on a bet—a bet on pro wrestling at that! My Shelly swears it’s all real, and gets mad when anyone says otherwise.
That night he had two asshole buddies over, and while they were all drunk he declared he would “bet everything” on one of his heroes.
“You mean everything?” Lester said. Shelly nodded. Phil said Shelly could keep the house and that shit, what they wanted was me.
They were always hot for me, trying to feel me up and all, so it was no real surprise. Shelly thought for a moment, then said, “Okay.” Naturally his hero gets his ass beat, and Shelly’s asshole buddies practically have their dicks out in anticipation. He comes upstairs and tells me I have to service them! I’m furious!
“Fine, you fucking jerk,” I said. “You want me to be a whore, so be it. But you have to watch while I let your stupid friends fuck me. I hope you’re happy!” I went down to the living room and said, “Okay, guys, a deal’s a deal,” and pulled my skirt up to my waist and got a breast out. They sat staring with their mouths hanging open.
Pat and I have been going strong for over 40 years and are still two horny people who make love at least twice a week. Often on Saturday nights we go with two or three couples either to a local club or to one of our homes. Either way, before the night is over we have a fling with all the others. It’s worked for us because we all believe jealousy and dishonesty are first cousins.
However, Pat and I only act like this while we’re with those friends—except if Pat has to travel for a meeting or to buy more goods for her shop. She always tries and mostly succeeds at finding a young guy who’s also away from home. She’s told me all the stories—like the time she spent a whole week with this guy in his early 30s.
In her shop Pat employs two young wives to assist her, one in the morning, the other in the afternoon, and in the afternoon a young man comes in for two or three hours to help with the heavy work and keep the stock room in order.
After college my sweetheart and I found jobs in cities near enough to continue our relationship but distant enough to create a problem when we decided to get married. Our solution: to find a cozy place in the country in between the cities where we work.
We moved in right after our honeymoon, just dumping in the boxes of shit from our old apartments. One day I was doing some unpacking while Michelle was at work and inadvertently opened one of her cartons. It was full of videotapes. Intrigued, I carried it to the TV room.
There were 36 numbered tapes. I loaded “No. 1,” and saw Michelle lying naked on the bed in her old apartment masturbating! As I sat captivated, the camera zoomed in on her glistening vagina and a male voice said, “You like playing with your pretty little pussy, don’t you?”
“I love it!” she said. “But I need to be fucked!” Which shocked me. In our (many) sexual encounters, she never once used foul language.
When my wife and I got engaged I was in the Air Force. We moved in together—and we had a terrific time until I got my orders for overseas deployment.
During my eight-month tour we stayed in touch with letters, which took almost a week to arrive. At first Ginny gave a summary of what she did each day, like shopping with girlfriends, or a movie, or dinner with friends. Then I got a letter saying she and her friend Carla were going to the beach on Saturday. I realized that by the time I got the letter this had already happened, so in my reply I asked if she had a fun day and said I’d love to get a picture of her in her swimsuit.
It took almost two weeks to get her reply. She said they had a great time, and did take pictures. She enclosed a few, showing her and Carla in very sexy bikinis. I’d never seen Ginny in this suit. It was white and very skimpy. It was obvious that she’d just gotten out of the water, and the wet bikini didn’t hide much. She has a great body, with long dark hair, olive skin, a great ass and large, firm breasts. The material covering those ample breasts and beneath her flat stomach was thin enough that I could see the dark ring round her hard nipples, which were sticking out for all to see, and I could make out dark pubic hair through the bottom.
A month ago I found a leaky pipe in my bathroom. As my husband was away, I called in Cal, a retired plumber who lives in our neighborhood and still does odd jobs. He’s a nice old fellow and I’ve always liked him.
When he showed up I wasn’t exactly formally dressed. I was wearing an old T-shirt that was so short it barely covered my ass, and my breasts were clearly outlined. I didn’t worry about it, since I figured Cal was too old to be interested.
Well, I was wrong. As he went about fixing the pipe, the old man spent a good deal of time eyeing me up and down, and it made me horny. Finally I went up to my bedroom, took my panties off and dropped them on the floor. Then I called Cal to come help me move a dresser before he left.
Spring had come early, and the first warm Saturday afternoon found me out on the golf course, looking for someone else with golf fever to play with. I was disappointed when I found no one available. But as I was hanging out by the clubhouse, a dark-haired woman in her mid-40s showed up. I had seen her around before, and knew her name was Lorna. I greeted her and asked if she had a partner.
“I was supposed to play with my friend, but he called and said he couldn’t make it,” she said. “What did you have in mind?”
“Well, I was just looking for someone to play with,” I replied.
She smiled. “Would you like to play with me, since my partner couldn’t make it?” she asked. She said this in an insinuating manner, as though she was talking about more than golf.
I am a 35-year-old married woman with two teenage kids and a loving husband. I am five feet five inches tall, with dark brown shoulder-length hair and a nice figure which still draws lots of male attention. My husband, although a good provider, is sometimes lacking in the bedroom department, but aside from an occasional grope at a party or on the dance floor at a club, I’ve never really been unfaithful to him—until recently.
A few months ago we decided to redo our kitchen, and we called a contractor who’d been recommended by some friends of ours. When the guy came around to give us an estimate, he turned out to be a well-built black man in his 20s. When we were introduced he smiled at me in a way that led me to believe his interest wasn’t just in our kitchen. This feeling was reinforced when my husband left the room to answer the phone and Albert, the contractor, very quickly and nonchalantly squeezed my butt. A secret thrill went through me, but I didn’t say or do anything at the time.
Most of the renovation was to be done while my husband was at work and the kids in school, and I had no problem with that whatsoever. On the day the work started I dressed in a tight top and a black pleated skirt, underneath which I wore a white lace body suit with a snap crotch. I cleared out the kitchen as Albert got his tools ready. This gave him the chance to see what was under my skirt as I twirled and bent over while clearing out the final items.
It all started when my husband’s friend Les got into a motorcycle crash. He wasn’t hurt too seriously, but he had to take some time off from work to recover. The doctor told him to stay off his feet, and since my husband and I live about five miles away and I had been laid off from my job, I was drafted to help him out.
Les is kind of a rough guy and has lots of biker friends who hang around with him, so I figured I wouldn’t have to do that much for him.
One evening as I drove up to Les’s place I saw a girl on a bike streaking away. When I got inside Les was lying on his couch, naked, his large cock standing straight up out of his crotch. I could feel my face flushing with embarrassment, but he didn’t even try to cover up.
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