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MY WIFE LINDSAY SHRIKED “I WANNA GET FUCKED SO BAAAAD” while her wet cunt spasmed around my penis. I held her hips tighter, ramming my pelvis into her butt, shoving my cock deeper into that quivering juicy vagina from behind. Her fourth orgasm of our bedtime fucking was the hardest of the night, making her shiver and shake and gasp for air. It was delicious. It put me over the edge, and I shot my load into her cunt.

Drained, her body fell away from my penis onto the bedsheets. Her long dark, reddish hair was matted from all the sweat, tangled from me pulling at it. Her 34B-cup tits glistened with perspiration, her knobby pink nipples pointing straight out for the last 90 minutes. And her shaved pussy, over her long legs, was smeared in a mixture of her pussy juice, my cum and our sweat. That 5-foot-6 frame of hers, a divine size 6, smelled like a gymnasium from our animal fucking.

We’d gotten so turned on talking about our upcoming Superbowl party, three nights away. We’d planned every detail meticulously. She couldn’t wait for it, and neither could I. She even stopped slutting around for the last 2 weeks, a lifetime by her standards. She wanted to SAVE all that sexual energy. We laughed, collapsing on the bed together, that maybe she’d wasted some of that energy tonight, but I assured her that a good slut like her would find all the energy she needed.
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My wife Lynn is a compulsive flasher and exhibitionist. Ever since I have known her she has been making sure that she lets people see her body. When we have friends or family stay, she always manages to never quite shut the bedroom or bathroom door or she walks into the living room in a towel on the pretext of asking a question and accidentally drops the towel. She often goes bra-less and wears tops that hang down when she bends or leans forward which always happens to be when there is someone in a position to look down her top.

At work her skirts have always been short and the tops low cut and she has never been one to hold down a dress on a windy day. She often does the housework in the nude and even hangs the washing out wearing just the bottom half of her bikini, particularly when she knows our neighbour’s teenage son is home. I have never minded this behaviour as it generally makes her randy and if she has managed a good flash we end up having great sex. I guess you would say that it is all reasonably tame behaviour, however it has added a degree of spice to our marriage over the years.

A series of events that occurred recently however have changed her behaviour significantly and I am still endeavouring to come to terms with it all. We were watching the cricket on TV and there was a streaker, an attractive young girl who managed to run three quarters of the way across the oval before the constabulary managed to grab her and cover her with a coat. It was obvious that the girl enjoyed herself and thought it was a great lark.
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Last January Sally had to go to Minneapolis on a business trip. “Minneapolis is beautiful in the summer,” I told her, “but during the winter it’s pretty cold. I doubt that you’ll get out of your meeting hotel much. What will you do during your spare time.” “I don’t know,’ she replied, “maybe I’ll take in a movie. Or just hang out in the hotel bar.” With this last line, she gave me a smile and her eyes brightened. I thought I knew what she was thinking but I had to ask. “What are you thinking of doing?” “Well, you know I always find interesting people to talk to,” she said. That confirmed it for me. “I think you have more in mind than talking. You know I like to watch and participate but I won’t be with you to enjoy the action.” For the past few years Sally and I had been visiting swing clubs, inviting guys to fuck her via the internet, and setting up gang bangs. I have to admit that it really turns me on to see my forty-something slut wife getting fucked by other men. And ever since I saw a goodlooking blonde get gangbanged on a video during my college years I have been fascinated with watching gangbangs. Now that I am married to a goodlooking blonde it all just seems to have come together nicely. And Sally loves fucking. She likes to fuck me but she is also into variety. I think she really gets into attracting men. She talks about how she enjoys being used by men for sex but I think she is really using them. It is like she is manipulating them in fucking her and then taking their power by making them cum.
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My husband and I were married for 5 years, and as for me, I considered our sex together as “great.” I did many things for my husband to make our sex interesting and not boring, like role playing, dressing up as a whore, and rape skits. On a few occasions I have even taken part in threesomes with my husband and another man.

I got home from work one Friday, feeling somewhat kinky and in the mood for something wild and crazy. I went to the bedroom and stripped out of my work clothes, then to the bathroom for a relaxing bath. I began to wash myself, sliding my soapy hand over my neck to my breasts, down my stomach then down between my legs, and began playing with myself thinking about the first time I had an orgasm by another man.

Don’t get me wrong, I’d had men bring me to orgasm before; before I was married. For some reason this time was different; maybe because my husband was present. Anyway, the next thing I knew, he was making love to me and I was cumming, whispering to myself over and over, “Fuck me, fuck me!” almost feeling the warmth his own climax entering my body, filling every inch inside of me. Then I came. I laid in the hot tub for several minutes as the vision faded along with my orgasm, then I stepped out of the tub and dried myself.

I remember walking to the dresser saying to myself, “So, he wants me to fuck other men huh, ok, I’ll fuck’em. I’ll fuck every man in sight! I’ll give him one night he’ll never forget!” I picked out a black skirt, black see thru blouse, bra and a very, very, sexy black lace teddy with attached garters and last, a pair of sheer black stockings. I went back to the bathroom and shaved my legs then my pussy; which I’ve kept nice and smooth for years. I then dressed and put on my make-up, red lipstick with gloss and bright red nail polish.

I met my husband at the door telling him to hurry and get changed because we were going out! He, thinking the outfit was for him, asked, “What is the occasion?” I told him, “I decided to give you what he always wanted. Now get ready before I change my mind.” Needless to say he was ready in a half an hour, and at the club in 15 minutes.

On the way to the club, I told my husband that we should sit at different tables and I’d “try” to come on to another guy and get something going. Of course, he said, “With the way your dressed, count on it!”
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Debbie made a habit of attending as many rock concerts as she could afford and doing whatever was necessary to get into the group’s dressing room backstage after the show and hopefully spend the night with one or more of the lucky guys.

Tonight Debbie was going to a concert featuring a group known as Death Warmed Over – not the kind of guys you’d bring home to mother, unless of course your mother was Morticia Addams.

As she dressed for the evening, she went over in her mind the usual plan of events. She always bought one of the ‘cheap seats’ tickets, because she usually managed to trade sexual favors for a spot down front. Most of the security guards and roadies who frequented the large arena in town had enjoyed a quick but very satisfying blow job from her. This way, she nearly always got to the front row. She wore a loose fitting blouse that hung over the waistband of her short denim skirt.

Tonight, seeing as how the crowd would be more sleazy than usual, she went overboard – she wore stockings and the highest pair of high heels she had, killer shoes with four-inch heels. The skirt she had chosen was a tight, short affair. It stopped at just about the tops of her stockings, so the garter-straps and clips showed. This new style was especially erotic and on Debby’s long legs the nylons were even more appealing.

She slid the tight dress up over her garter belt and pulled the blouse down over her bare breasts. No panties, no bra. She was sure to get the attention she wanted tonight. Applying more than the usual amount of makeup, eyeshadow and lipstick, she certainly looked the part of a woman in search of sex. And sex she was sure to get.

Standing in line outside the arena as the crowd of kids jostled around, the excitement in the air was evident. Debby could sense the stares and leers of the males in the crowd and enjoyed the attention. She always went to these concerts alone. She calmly waited as the line she was in slowly made its way past the ticket taker and went through the usual search inside the arena – the city was pretty thorough about getting most of the booze and firecrackers off the kids as they came in.

The big black security guard at the door eyed her up and down and said in a voice loud enough for everyone 10 feet around to hear, “I can see this little girl ain’t got nothin’ hidden on her!”

Debby just smiled at him and licked her lips with her tongue, teasing the man. Nonetheless, he made sure his hands brushed across her breasts and down her hips. The touch of his hand made Debby’s nipples begins to peak and stiffen. She wandered the halls a while the opening act played. She didn’t want to get there too early and have a latecomer push her back, the way she usually did to the legitimate front-row patrons.

Debbie wandered down to the ladies room and had a few cigarettes, shooting the breeze with some other girls and in general just enjoying the atmosphere. Most of the girls expressed amazement at her outfit, but several said they had seen the style and were just waiting for someone else to wear it first.

Finally the opening act finished to the obvious delight of most of the crowd. The house lights came up and the local radio station came on over the huge speakers and started blaring old Led Zeppelin and Aerosmith tunes. A haze of tobacco and hash smoke hung in the air.

After killing some more time standing around the entrance to the lower level area, Debby could sense when there was about 15 minutes until “DWA” as they were called, would take the stage. She fluffed her hair, straightened her skirt and inspected the picture. Everything was fine.

This would be a piece of cake.
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Chris was very pleased with himself. He recently received a promotion to regional sales manager along with a very nice raise at the Thompson Insurance Company, the company where he worked. He could hardly wait to tell Jennifer, his lovely blonde wife of ten years.

One of the VP’s knocked on the door to his office. William Tyndall, the VP over the department came into Chris’ new office and closed the door. Mr. Tyndall casually sat on the edge of the new executive’s desk.

“Hello, Chris,” he said. “Congratulations on your recent promotion. You have moved up very nicely now and have even greater promotion potential within the company, if you play your cards right. Do you know what I mean?”

“Ahh, no, Mr. Tyndall,” replied Chris. “I’m not exactly sure what you mean by playing my cards right.” Chris was really quite naive.

“Now that you are an executive, Chris, please call me Bill.”

Chris was surprised at Mr. Tyndall’s lack of formally. It was almost always grounds for termination if an employee didn’t call Mr. Tyndall, “Mr. Tyndall.”

“Bill” also had the derogatory nickname of “Billy Boy.” It was rumored that if you were ever caught calling him that derogatory name, you would be fired right then and there on the spot.

“Chris, the company has great plans for you. If you play your cards right, fortune and fame will come your way. Well, no, not really, but your future bonuses will depend upon you and your wife. Now that you are one of us, you and your lovely bride, what’s her name? Jennifer isn’t it? Will be invited to participate in other Reindeer Games,” he joked.

“Yes, sir, my wife’s name is Jennifer.”

“You two have been invited to join our exclusive club which meets for drinks and dinner every Saturday night at the Thompson estate. You and your wife should really get dressed up for an intimate night of dining and dancing. Ol’ Man Thompson really knows how to throw a helluva party.”

“Let me check with my wife to see if we can make it, okay?”

“Sure, sure. Go ahead and check with the little lady. Oh, by the way,” Bill said. “Have you two ever done any swinging before?”
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Carolyn didn’t really fit in at college. She’d been excited to go for weeks beforehand. She thought she was ready for a new adventure. High school had been so confining, so strange. College was where she would make some real friends, read some good books, really explore the world.

But, two weeks in, it was turning out to be a real dud. No friends really, except for her chatty roommate Rachel. No good books yet, just a bunch of freshman crap that one had to read. And all anyone wanted to do was to drink and do drugs and party, all of which was not her scene. Carolyn was a quiet girl. She wanted to have fun, but not to be so drunk that she couldn’t remember it the next day.

Carolyn had grown up in the country, in a conservative little town. She was cute as a button, with long blonde hair that went halfway down her back and soft features that made her look younger than she actually was. No one would mistake her body for a child’s though. She was only 18 but she had the curves of a woman, such that when she wore her favorite outfits, most of which were low cut cotton dresses that stopped just above the knee, she had heads turning.

But all she really wanted was someone to understand her. She didn’t want the attention of guys. She usually didn’t even notice. She’d had a boyfriend in high school who she’d fooled around with, even had sex once or twice, but it was short lived. It wasn’t her thing.
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I went on a ski trip the week between Christmas and New Year’s. I went with my boyfriend Dave. We were going to share the cabin with Dave’s friend Jim and his girlfriend Cathy. Dave and I arrived on Sunday afternoon. Jim and Cathy were not due to arrive until midday on Monday. Dave and I had some fun 69ing on the bearskin rug in front of a big stone fireplace with a roaring fire. On Monday Jim and Cathy arrived. Jim and Dave are about the same height about 6 feet. Jim is a little thinner that Dave and a bit less muscular. Cathy is about 5 feet 6 inches and fleshy, not fat just fleshy. Dave and I left them in the cabin to get settled and we went skiing. We met for dinner and then went to a local bar for entertainment. All during dinner, Jim kept filling Cathy’s wine glass and now kept ordering drinks for her. She got very drunk, and quite uninhibited. Finally Cathy was getting too drunk to stay out so Jim took her back to the cabin.

Dave and I waited a reasonable amount of time for them to have some fun before we went back. When we entered the cabin, Cathy’s clothes were strewn all over the living room and the bearskin rug was out of place. They seemed to have had some fun before going to bed. On Tuesday the four of us went cross-country skiing in the morning and downhill in the afternoon. That evening Cathy again got rather drunk, but Dave and I decided to go home first. Dave insisted on stripping and sucking and fucking in the living room. I think he wanted to get caught. We finished up and were in the bedroom when Jim and Cathy came in. Actually it was Jim carrying Cathy in. Dave went out to help Jim get Cathy into the bedroom. They carried her into the bedroom, and Dave left Jim to play with her. Read the rest of this entry »

My wife and I have been married for seven years. We are both in our thirties and have no children. She is an accountant and I am an attorney. We both work for large firms and spend a lot of hours working. Beth is 5’5″ with a cheerleader’s athletic build. Her ass is nice and round and firm. She had breast augmentation surgery two years ago and her tits are too big for her frame which makes it obvious to everyone, especially the women, that hers are “store bought.” She tells me that she has shown her new tits to a few of the guys at work, but I have never been present when she has done so.

I don’t really object because it hardly makes sense to have the surgery if your not going to show them off. She has been very discreet, however, because it would mean big trouble at work if she were caught. She has, to my knowledge, always showed her tits to her co-workers when she was out of town on business trips. I always wondered how she could get away with showing her tits to these guys and not end up getting fucked, especially when they were all away from home, but she assured me that it never went beyond “show and tell.”

Before we got married we both led active sex lives, but Beth definitely had many more partners than I did. She even admitted to a few threesomes and one foursome while in college. It all started when she was a sophomore and made the mistake of agreeing to go home with a couple of guys after a party. She wanted to fuck one of the guys and did not realize he wanted to share her with his friend. After the word got out that she would do more than one guy, she had plenty of offers and opportunities. However, after she did three guys from the basketball team one night she was afraid things would get out of hand and refused to participate in any other gang bangs. Several guys tempted her with their big schlongs but she managed to avoid being the party girl until she graduated and moved on to the big city.
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I run a small I.T company with about 15 full time staff and two part timers. It had been a good week for the company so I decided to shout everyone some drinks at the end of the day. We went to a local bar that was not far from the office and relaxed with a round of cocktails.

I knew most of the staff quite well except for Susan who was one of the part timers.

Since she was quite new and only worked a few hours per week I didn’t know that much about her except that she was married. She was quite attractive, about 30 years old with shoulder length dark hair, pert breasts and a fairly large round ass. Even though she usually dressed quite conservatively, she was confident with her body and flirted with the other guys in the office.
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