Month: June 2010

Nikki Enjoys Their Vacation

After a year of saving up, months of planning and several weeks of getting my business affairs in order, Nikki and I were finally off on our first vacation since we got married four years ago. I breathed a big sigh of relief as I backed the van out of the driveway and headed down the street.

“We’re off…finally. I thought we’d never make it the way things have been these last couple of weeks,” I said to my wife.

“I’m glad for you, honey,” Nikki replied. “You really need to get away. You’ve been working far too hard. Besides it’ll be nice to get off by ourselves for a while too.”

It’s hard to take vacations when you’re starting a small business. Two years ago, after selling and installing computer systems for someone else for five years, I took the big step and started my own computer repair business. I had been doing this sort of work on the side for two of my employer’s large corporate accounts to earn some extra cash and because my employer’s own service department couldn’t handle the complex systems these accounts were using.

The repair work load finally expanded to a point where I was having a hard time handling it by myself and our basement was full of machines being repaired, machines I’d scrounged for parts and equipment to do the repairs. I was faced with a big decision when a friend who controlled another large account called to say he was very displeased with the service he’d been getting from his current repair service. He would give me the account if I’d hire an additional repairman to back me up.
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Sloppy Cuckold

I have been married to the woman of most men’s fantasies for nearly ten years now. Those ten years have been punctuated by some love adventures that make others pale by comparison. Joy has always been a free spirit, but given her heavenly body, that was easy to overlook. For the first five years of marriage, we explored each other in every sexual way imaginable. I could not see how our love life could be any richer.

I guess I’d begun to badger her about fucking other men. When we fucked I kept telling her how much I wanted to suck another guys come out of her. Just saying it could often push me over the edge. Still, you can imagine my amazement when I came home one day and she told me in vivid about having it off with the neighbors!

She had locked herself out of the apartment when she stepped out to get the mail. At the time, all she had on was her panties and a beach wrap. Darren, the guy next door seized the opportunity and invited her to wait in his apartment for the super to open the our door. One thing led to another, and suddenly he was pounding his eight-inch monster inside her.
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Wife Gets Screwed By the Navy

Ever since I was a teenager, I’ve wondered what it would be like to be soundly screwed by several horny guys at once. I have experienced threesomes a couple of times, but I often dreamed of being made love to by several lovers. As I grew older, I let the dream fade but, luckily, not completely.

A few weeks ago, my husband, Mark, and I decided to go out for the evening. Feeling adventuresome, I put on a long white dress that was slit up one side to within inches of my hip. The dress covered very little of my pert breasts. To drive my husband crazy with lust, I wore no stockings or panties. I was bare except for the dress.

When I showed Mark what I had done, he got an immediate hard-on. He had actually leaned me over the desk and thrown up the back of my dress and started nuzzling his stiff dick into my pussy from behind. I pushed him away gently, and told him to save it. I wanted my pussy’s first load of sperm that night to come from a stranger.
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Freshman Sociology Class

My freshman year went pretty well, I’d lost my virginity, been intro- duced to group sex, and gone to Ft. Lauderdale for an X-rated spring break. I was doing well in my class work, too, having made the dean’s list my first semester and expected to the second. But, I overslept on the morning of my sociology exam and arrived over an hour late for the three hour final. My heart sank because my professor had a reputation of being Mister By-the-Rules. And, the rules were, you turn in your assignments on schedule and you take your exams on schedule or you get an F. No makeups. No excuses. When time expired, I’d only completed about two thirds of the exam.

I went to see my professor to plead my case. He held to his position – getting to the exam on time was my responsibility. I hadn’t so I had to pay the price. I begged and pleaded but didn’t budge him. Realizing I’d probably failed a course I expected an A in, I broke down and began to cry. My professor told me to get a grip on myself but I simple sobbed uncontrol- ably. He put his hand on my shoulder and asked how it would look if he let me retake the exam? I sobbed that I wouldn’t tell anyone if he just gave me an hour to finish it. He insisted I would. I sobbed and he whispered that he knew a way he could give me the extra time and guarantee I wouldn’t tell anyone. He told me if I wanted the extra hour to show up at room 12 of a motel about 4 miles from the campus. I suspected my professor thought I’d remain silent if I had to “put out” for him.
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