Category: slut wife

The Bikini Conspiracy

Robert looked down at his trophy wife writhing with ecstasy, as she was impaled repeatedly by his eight inch cock. She sure was a hot little number. He caressed her pert little breasts with his hands and squeezed roughly. Mandy and Robert had been married for five years. She was 25 and had been working as a model, when they had met. Robert was 49. He worked out in his free time and was in great shape. People thought the silver streaks in his dark hair made him look distinguished and he was described as “ruggedly handsome” by a magazine article on this successful businessman.

Mandy shuddered and moaned in orgasmic pleasure as his cock erupted inside her. That she had undoubtedly married him for his money bothered Robert not one bit, as he had married her primarily as a show piece for parties and business affairs. That they had great sex was a side benefit. They laid side by side in bed catching their breath. Robert told her about his boring day at work and Mandy shared her days shopping experience with Linda. Linda and her husband George were their best friends. They did almost everything together. George was a vice president in Roberts company, and while the men were at work, the girls would spend their days sun-bathing in the hot Southern California sun or shopping together in the areas posh malls. When Robert had hired George, ten years ago he had been a fit, lithe athlete.

Since then George had let himself go. He had developed a substantial beer-gut and was balding rapidly. Robert was always trying to get him to work-out but George always replied with the old “not enough time” excuse. George and Linda were high school sweet-hearts and had gotten married right after graduation. In contrast to her husband, Linda had blossomed since Robert had known her. She had been too skinny when they met, but in ten years she had gained weight, and filled out in all the right places. The birth of her son, ten months ago had caused her breasts to gain two cup sizes and they remained huge. She was a beautiful leggy blonde that looked ten years younger then her 32 years of age. Linda’s only problem was that she was embarrassed by her body. She always wore baggy outfits and at the beach only wore a plain one piece bathing suit.

“You know what,” Mandy giggled. “I don’t think Linda’s getting enough at home.”

Robert’s ears perked up at that and he rolled on his side to look at his wife. “Why do you say that, honey?” he asked. “Well,” Mandy replied. “I’m always bragging about how you fuck me with that big cock, six times a week, and she told me she hadn’t had sex in over a month. Lately, she seems to get upset when I talk about sex. Anyway, did you know George is the only man she’s ever been with?”

“No I didn’t,” answered Robert. He had suspected it though. Robert had been fantasizing about fucking Linda since her breasts had filled out. Now, he felt sorry for the buxom young woman. Robert had showered with George at the yacht club on many occasions and he had noticed George had an unusually small penis. As George’s gut got bigger over the years, his penis had seemed to shrink even more, as it slowly disappeared under his paunch. A fine piece of ass like Linda, deserved better then her husband could give her. Just thinking about Linda’s big tits had Robert’s meaty cock hard again. He reached over and pulled his wife on top of him. She squealed with delight as he slowly fed her his eight inch rod.

“Just wait till I tell Linda that we fucked twice in one night. She’s going to be so jealous.” moaned Mandy.

Robert pretended he was fucking Linda as his wife ground her pussy up and down on his cock. Afterwards, as they lay panting next to each other, Mandy said, “Robert, do you ever wish my tits were as big as Linda’s?”

It was like she could read his mind. “Why, no dear,” he lied. “I hadn’t even noticed she had large breasts under all those clothes she wears.”

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Prudish Wife Vacation Adventure

After 21 years of marriage and three children sex had settled down to be pretty routine and hum drum.

My wife Terri forgot how attractive and pretty she really was. At 40 she still had a fantastic figure standing at 5’4” weighing 115lbs she had her hair dyed a light blonde. Her breasts were still firm and pert 34C with large nipples that stuck out when she got excited. After 3 children she still had firm abs and a great looking ass. Her pussy was still tight and she let her hair grow. She kept her legs and arm pits shaved but her cunt hair was long and bushy dark black. I guess being around her all the time I too had forgotten just how attractive she really was.

Most of our time at home was spent between work and the kid’s activities at school and in sports. We had both become known as Susie’s Mom or Jason’s Dad. Our own identities had seemed to have been lost.

In July we took a week long vacation to a State Park and stayed at the Lodge. During the day we would take the kids fishing, hiking to play sports. Several times we went to the park pool. Terri still wore a bikini that really accented her body but she thought nobody would be looking at her with all the young women prancing around. I admired Teri as she played around with the kids.

On our third day we were at the pool as the temperature had reached the 100 degree mark and the humidity was in the 90’s also. The pool was packed with people and we spent most of the day in the water.

Technically the pool and the park were alcohol free. However, as the temperature was hot and the pool allowed drink containers to be brought in most of the adults had water bottles that they kept filled with cold beer through the day. I had met two men at the pool that day and we spent most of the day talking and just relaxing in the water sipping on our cold beer.

As the evening approached the crowd had thinned out and there were about 25 kids and several couples still in the water. My new friends John and Mark were still in the water as their families continued to play around in the water.

We were all looking at the younger women in the pool and making comments about their looks. John surprised me when he suddenly remarked on how hot Terri looked for a woman of her age. He said her ass was great and commented on what he could do with it.
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Cherry Popping Co Worker

As a virgin at the age of 23 I had a lot of sexual imagination, and a lot of time to enact the things I imagined while I was masturbating. Now you can only do so much, but I found that by not holding back, I could always make masturbation a very rewarding experience.

One of my favorite subjects of fantasy was a woman from work. Her name was Laura. She’s about 5’9″ tall, medium but heavy looking breasts, somewhat wide hips from childbearing, a beautiful face, and neck length black hair. But the thing I really found appealing about her was that she was an older woman at age 42, and she had a very sexual foxy aura. In fact I had noticed her looking at me more and more on the sparse occasions I was around her.

So things began to heat up one day when I had to help her out at work. We had a small project that we had to collaborate on. On the third day she took me out to lunch and started asking a lot of personal questions, and by the time we were finishing eating she had questioned me on having a girlfriend, have I been intimate, and a few other things. I knew at this point I was at a crossroads with her. I could either say that I wasn’t comfortable talking about this, or I could dive in and ride this out to see what happened.

I decided to dive in. By the end of the day she had asked me to join her at her house the coming weekend on Friday night. Man was I nervous. All I could think about at work the next 2 day was what was going to happen. I ended up getting in a bit of trouble with my boss. By the time Friday arrived I was a nervous wreck. I also had a heck of a time not masturbating as Laura had told me to do.

Friday evening came and I arrived at Laura’s house. She answered the door in jeans and a tight white tee shirt. I had never really found her breasts to be great, but this shirt really made look good. She picked up on me seeing that and grinned.

After a great dinner we headed for her bedroom and I found myself dumb with nervousness. Laura coaxed me to relax and started to strip in front of me. Regardless of her older body and wide hips, she looked wonderful. I loved her heavy breasts, and she had some of the sweetest legs I can remember. She helped me undress and we lay next to each other on her bed, petting, kissing, and groping.
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Shoe Salesman

I knew I was in trouble. I should have been home six hours ago. It was already 11:00, and I knew Patrick would be worried. I started to think of a good excuse, a story I could tell him that he would believe. Car trouble came to mind, but he’d ask why I hadn’t called him on the car phone. I looked in my purse. Damn! He’d paged me three times. I didn’t have my beeper with me most of the evening. I left it in the car. Now what could I tell my husband. He was a very understanding man, but there are limits to anyone’s patience. And I knew I was pushing his. It really wasn’t my fault that I wasn’t home yet. I recalled the events of the evening, the events which lead up to my being twenty miles from home, driving in the middle of the night, and in deep trouble with my husband.

I had been shopping for a new dress. Patrick was going to take me to an important dinner Saturday, and he told me to buy a nice outfit, conservative, yet sexy. That’s the way he is. He wants me to be nice and cool, yet bad and hot. I don’t mind, but he usually wants it at the same time. I couldn’t decide which dress to buy. I’d narrowed the field down to three, one was very nice, you know the type, almost a Sunday-go-to- meeting frock. The second was a bit more flashy and I knew Patrick would like it, but I wasn’t crazy about it myself. It was red, cut low in the back, but I felt it was a tad too long for my tastes.

Now, the third dress, was my favorite. It was black, (always a good color to bring out my auburn red hair) and was cut tight across the waist, accenting my 38DD bust and literally hugging my hips. It wrapped around me and fastened with a single button on the side. As I walked in it, my legs were flashed, first one and then the other. It was a traffic stopper, and I really liked the way it felt! But I could never wear it to a dinner where my husband was the guest speaker. It was more of a “fuck me-fuck me,” type dress. I knew Patrick would like it, but it didn’t fill the bill I was looking for.

After spending almost two hours trying to make up my mind, I figured, what the hell, and took all three. Of course, I had to have some new accessories, and that meant shoes and purses to match. That’s were the trouble started. To begin with, I ran my hose. Not a little run, either. No, this was the mother of all runs. My panty hose were ruined! This wasn’t a real problem, because I figured I’d just pick up a couple pair of shoes, leave the mall and head home. I took off the ruined pair of hose in the dressing room where I was trying on the three dresses, (remember them?) and left them in the trash. Wouldn’t you know it, of all the days not to have panties on, this would be it!
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Bachelor Party Surprise

My Name is Derek and my wife is Kristy. We have been married for eight years and are both in our early thirties. We had just opened a Party Store where we sell party supplies and put on parties for various groups of people. We have catered parties for local dignitaries, weddings, fundraisers and even the occasional bachelor or bachelorette parties.

The business had been very successful so far. We were trying to build a solid reputation as a place you can count on for a great party. We are usually pretty busy and Kristy and I do most of the work. We have to hire temps occasionally to help out when the party is too large for just the two of us to handle.

When it comes to the bachelor or bachelorette parties we usually hire strippers, as it seems all of these parties want this type of entertainment. We also work with various local bands to work the parties.

I usually work the bachelor parties with a temp helper because Kristy feels uncomfortable around them and she usually works the bachelorette parties with a temp for the same reason. It seems that usually the guys or gals which ever it may be have a better time if someone’s husband or wife is not around.

We had a call from a local politician whose son was getting married and he wanted to pay for the bachelor party. The usual request for liquor, food and strippers was on the list. There was going to be about eight guys at the party and it was going to be in a ritzy local hotel in one of the suites.

The party was in three days, which was very short notice to get things put together. We charge more for a short-term notice party, which is nice for the bank account but makes it a mad dash to put all of it together.

Kristy got on getting the food together and I jumped on getting the temp help lined up and the dancers for the party.

Everything was set for the party and it was none too soon as the party was tomorrow night at 7pm.

The day of the party Kristy and I were loading the van with the food and decorations when my cell phone rang. It was my temp help for the evening and he had an emergency and could not make it. There was no time to set up more help, as we had to be at the hotel in one hour to begin getting ready.
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Hung Yearnings

I’m writing this story for reasons only important to myself. Tomorrow I will be forty years old. My story, however, begins nine years ago when I was thirty one..

My name is Jessica. I’ve been happily married for nine years to a wonderful caring man I met in college. We have two lovely children, a boy six and a daughter eight. My 31st birthday was yesterday and, as usual, my husband treated me to a night of dinner and dancing. He so enjoys doing for me that my pleasures are equaled only by the delight he derives from making me happy.

We want for nothing really, nothing material that is. That’s not to say we’re filthy rich, we don’t have yachts and jets, but we live extremely comfortable in a clean, safe upscale neighborhood.

When I was a child my mother religiously made an entry in her daily diary. She always told me her personal history was important to her. She found real satisfaction in reading and recalling her past, especially her spirited youth, lovers won and lost and the blessings brought by the love of having children.

I guess I’m my mother’s daughter because I’ve been keeping a diary since I was ten years old. This is really where my story begins, with my diary.

Occasionally I enter thoughts that some people probably would think are best left unsaid. My husband knew I valued my privacy and, as far as I knew, had never violated that trust by reading my innermost thoughts.

To this day I don’t know if I left the diary out in the open consciously are I simply forgot to put it away. Maybe, I don’t know…maybe in my subconscious I wanted him to read it.

Anyway, his natural curiosity bettered him. He only read my most recent entry but it was enough to hurt him deeply. It took him several weeks before he admitted it too me but it disturbed him so much he had to talk about it.
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Wife and The Black Guys

I have a wonderful erotic experience to share with you. Some may think I am bad, and others will secretly wish they were me, however it happened and I have some very fond memories which I love to rethink and remember as often as possible.

I am the wife of an Air Force Master Sergeant who at the time was deployed overseas. I was 39 at the time with a son who had just moved to another city to attend college. It was last August when this happened and I was left all alone in the apartment to think of all the things I wish I could do and I especially thought of sex quite often.

I noticed two handsome black guys moving into the apartment complex on my floor and two doors down. It was hot and I decided to prepare some ice tea and ask them to join me on the back patio, which they did. We soon had exchanged conversation on our situations and they revealed that they were seniors in the University and would graduate next May.

They were very nice and thanked me for the ice tea and said if they could ever do anything for me to be sure and call on them. I said that it would be nice to have some men things done for me sometime and I would call on them. Zack winked at me and smiled and said, “Anything you need just call.”
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The Dodge

Games are something we all do, be it baseball, football or whatever. There are also other kinds of games. This is about a special game I play; I hope you enjoy it.

We, my husband and I, have this jar where we each write down some games or ideas for games we’d like to play and every so often we’ll get in the game playing mood and select a slip of paper from the jar. The one rule is that we have to do what the paper says. We have an equal number of ideas in the jar so the chances of selecting something new to the other is at least fifty-fifty, but more often than not, I lose, or is it win?

This particular day I was feeling randy, no she wasn’t around today but if she had been I would have been feeling very randy. When my husband got home I had the jar sitting on the coffee table and he knew what it meant. He reached in and pulled out a slip of paper and put it on the table and said to me, read it while I shower and change clothes.

I read it and it was one of his ideas, not mine, but still I knew he had written it for me. While he showered, I changed clothes as per the paper and waited for him.

When he came downstairs and saw me he knew I was up for a new game. On the slip of paper I had read, it said this: The Dodge. Wear one item of clothing only, your choice and this time make it ten blocks.

That meant, at some place in town I would be wearing only one item of clothing and would have to walk ten blocks to our car, hopefully without being seen, but if I was spotted, I could make no attempt to avoid it.

My husband smiled when he saw my outfit and said to me, are you sure? I threw him the car keys and walked towards the door with a smile on my face.

My outfit was a terry-cloth pullover the kind you’d wear at a pool over your bikini. It looped over my neck and a v-cut almost to my belly button exposing a lot of cleavage. Connected to it was a pair of what I would call hot pants. So this one-piece outfit exposed most of my breasts and all of my legs and I knew that as I walked, the hot-pant’s would ride up high on my ass exposing more and more as I walked. Of course I was allowed one other thing to wear and that was shoes, or in this case 4 inch high heels.
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Wife Gets It

This actually happened about a year ago, while my wife and I were on vacation in Costa Rica.

First, let me tell you a bit about us… we are both attractive, and in our mid-30’s. We have a very healthy sexual relationship, and we enjoy sex on a very regular basis. As the years have gone by, we have tried many things, and explored new fantasies and scenarios. I have a healthy, normal cock, and my wife enjoys sucking it and fucking it.

However, I continued to have this fantasy about a group of well-endowed guys taking her pussy to new limits. Of course, this is a common fantasy with many guys, but I am not sure too many guys would actually want to have it happen.

My wife’s pussy is extremely tight, and even better, she has the ability to contract her pussy while I am fucking her, almost creating the feeling of getting a blow-job while you are fucking her. It is an incredible feeling. The odd thing is that no matter how much we fuck, her pussy always seems just as tight as it was before. In fact, I often look at it, and feel it, just to see if I am having any effect on it.

Well, one night while we were in Costa Rica, we asked the taxi cab drive to take us to a fun place for “adults only”. He obliged, and dropped us off at a hotel on the outside of Guanacaste, Costa Rica’s most northwestern province. This particular place had some great food, bars, and swimming pools. Best yet, it seemed to be filled with attractive couples, from all parts of the world.

As we walked around, we also noticed that everyone was dressed in clothing that did not leave much to the imagination. Conveniently for us, I had told my wife to wear something provocative, so she obliged by wearing a miniskirt with no panties underneath, and a top that made her tits look incredible.

Now, keep in mind that my wife had no intention of doing anything other than watching. I had told her that we would just have some drinks, hang out, and watch people getting it on. Then, we figured we would get a room and fuck our brains out.
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Stephanie and the Poker Game

Stephanie, my girlfriend has heard for a while now about my buddies and the poker games I hold, she has always wanted to meet them and I told her the next game she was invited but she had to behave because Stephanie has quite a wild streak, she told me she would and sounded almost giddy looking forward to the game. I told her okay baby we will have the game on Saturday night.

Saturday night is here and steph is ready to play hostess, she is wearing a nice outfit, not to revealing but definitely accentuates her big beautiful round butt. The blouse shows just enough cleavage to get noticed but not so much so that seems slutty. Her skirt goes down to her knees but is very tight fitting. Steph has long dark hair that accentuates her beautiful blue eyes and porcelain skin.

Steph hears the doorbell and asks me if she can get the door, I said sure baby go welcome out guests. As she opens the door, my friend Andres arrives, he is always the first to arrive and tonight is no different.

He was shocked to see Stephanie because we have a motto at our poker games, no girls allowed, this is suppose to be boys night out where we can get together and talk and b.s. with each other without worrying what our wives think, by the way all the guys but me are married, so they really like coming to the games to get away from their wives.

So when Steph open the door he had not only a surprised look but slightly disgusted when he saw a woman was going to be there, that disgust quickly melted away when Steph turned around in reaction to me welcoming Andres in, as she turned to look at me, Andres couldn’t keep his eyes of her shapely ass, he noticed he was staring too long, looked up at me, realized he was caught and blushed, I gave him a knowing smile with a shrug off my shoulders.
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Hot Air Balloon Sex

The sound of the gas engine of the inflation fan broke the peaceful silence of the morning. The silky nylon fabric of the envelope began to fill with air as the balloon came to life. The morning air was cool but not cold. The summer heat would come later today, but for now it was just right. The grass had just a touch of dew and there was a slight haze in the air. The Sandia Mountains to the east were just getting touched by the first rays of the morning sun rising behind them. The sunrays streamed off the crest like a Japanese fan. The moment was picture perfect. This will be our first balloon ride and hopefully an experience we will cherish for life.

My girlfriend and I had to get up early to get to the launch site before sunrise. Don, the pilot, had told us that we have to start early because that is when the winds are calmer and the cooler air makes the balloon fly better. We hadn’t gotten much sleep at the hotel the night before. In anticipation of our great adventure, we had a long night of lovemaking. So, bleary-eyed and still a little fuzzy in the head, we headed out in the dark morning to have our first hot air balloon ride. A friend of ours had recommended Don when she heard we wanted to take a balloon ride during our stay in Albuquerque. We knew that Albuquerque, New Mexico was the “Ballooning Capital of the World” and we just couldn’t pass up an opportunity to fly there. Our friend and her husband had flown with Don before so they knew he was a really fun person and, most importantly, a safe and experienced pilot. They also told us that for “special friends” he would offer an extra bit of excitement. If we wanted to, we could join the Mile High Club during the flight. Helen and I didn’t even have to think about it. Yeah …. Let’s do it!

We met Don and the chase crew at a park in the west side of town and Don gave us a safety briefing telling us what to expect, what to do and what not to do or touch. Ballooning is a very safe form of flying but it does have its dangers and risks. Don made sure we were informed of those and fully understood how to stay safe. He blended serious instructions with corny jokes. His style really put us at ease about the flight and the sly grin on his face told us that he was looking forward to our extra special flight.
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Paid In Full And Filled

I was on my way home from club-hopping (my hubby was away for the week – training). About ¼ of the way home, my car started acting up and finally gave out on me. Using my cellphone and a phonebook from a near-by gas station, I called around to see if any repair shops were open. . . but at 1 AM I was out of luck. I then called around and found a 24-hour towing service. A very deep, gruff sounding voice said that he would be around in about 30 minutes to get me. All I could do now was wait.

Just as he promised, a tow-truck pulled up about 30 minutes later and a heavyset older black gentleman got out and came over to me. I learned his name was Donald (figured it out by looking at his name tag). Donald spoke with me, laying down my options as he went to work getting my car up onto the trucks flatbed. I could tell from Donald’s voice that he was the guy I spoke with on the phone. As we talked I noticed that he was giving me the ‘One Over‘. I was wearing a tube top (no bra), a mini-skirt (showing LOTS of leg), thongs, and a pair of heels. I decided to use his interest in my body to my advantage.

“I’d really like to get my car fixed tonight. I’m ready to pay ANY price,“ I told him as I crossed my arms under my breasts, pushing up on my 36Bs and making my small amount of cleavage look better.

“Well now, you may be able to convince me to call in some favors“, Donald answered. “Let’s get into the cab and determine a price.”

With my car now secure on the trucks flatbed, I followed Donald up into the cab of the truck. He reached for his CB’s handset and looked at me. “Well lady, just how important is it that you get your car fixed tonight”, he asked me.

My answer, was to put my head in his lap and start undoing his fly. I soon was pulling his semi-erect cock out of his boxers as we drove off. I began to kiss up and down the dark shaft with my red lips. As I did this, Donald’s cock stiffened and he began to moan. Once Donald was fully erect, I swallowed all 9 or 10 inches of him and began to bob my head up and down. Donald was trying to fuck my mouth by raising his hips, but this made it hard for him to drive. He was forced to endure whatever sexual torture I had planned for him. As we drove on, I began to nibble on Donald’s shaft and knead his balls. I could hear him talking on the radio to folks between moans, but I was too busy enjoying my serving of darkmeat to care what was being said. I started flicking my tongue across Donald’s throbbing black cockhead, while my creamy white hands tugged and squeezed on his fat balls. Donald was beginning to moan a lot and was having problems controlling his hips. I knew the pressure was building for him. I inhaled his black cock deep into my married throat and began sucking it harder and faster. I swirled my tongue around his cockhead and shaft.
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Gangbang At The Sex Party

My whole life I had pretty much a “normal” sex life….my husband and I had pretty much tried everything except for a few things that we thought were just a bit too outlandish, but I always enjoyed our heated and erotic encounters over the past 9 years.

We talked a lot about our fantasies and one that had been coming up a lot lately was the idea of a gangbang. He had often fantasized about seeing me get fucked by a whole gang of other men and women and I was warming up to the idea although all of this was still in a fantasy world of ours.

Bill had made some new friends through his work at the bar and one night his friend Mike invited him to a new club that had opened downtown. That Friday night Bill went with Mike and while he was there met a group of people that invited him to a party the following weekend up in the hills. They said it was a monthly “sex party” and that if he and his wife wanted to come they were welcome to. One rule though- if you decide to come, you must leave all inhibitions and reservations at the door as this would be an open forum where anything went! His excitement rose and mine did too as soon as he came home that night and told me of this gorgeous group of people he had met that night that had invited him to this special party….

We talked about it for a few days and finally decided mid-week that we were going to give it a try…we knew that we loved each other and would be comfortable sharing ourselves with others without the fear of jealously. We had been only with one another for the past 9 years so the thought of kissing someone else, let alone having someone else’s cock in me started my mind reeling.

As Friday night approached I was growing more nervous- who were there people? What if I did not find someone attractive? What if I did have reservations? All of these initial thoughts subsided as I realized more and more that this long standing fantasy of ours- to have a gangbang- was finally about to happen.

That day, I stayed home from work and decided to get my mind and body ready for tonight’s extravaganza. I had always kept my pussy nice and trimmed for Bill but I decided that tonight was special and that I would shave my entire pussy. Bill had wanted me to do this for a long time and I had done it once before, so I figured I would surprise him again and let others enjoy my nice smooth pussy. I also picked out a very sexy outfit that was perfect- it revealed enough to peak someone’s desire, but did not reveal too much. I decided not to wear underwear or a bra under my sexy dress and just thinking about what could possibly happen that night was already getting me wet.
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Three Makes Paradise

My wife, Carly and I spent the morning on the beach. Having the odd cocktail, soaking up the sun and reading our books. It was our third time in Jamaica and our second day was starting out just like we had hoped. The water was warm, the weather was beautiful and the ocean breeze danced across our bodies, keeping us from melting under the intense Caribbean sun.

I am deeply in love with Carly and had been trying to remind her of that fact by paying a lot of attention to her needs, giving her lots of kisses and frequent touching. It really draws us together when we interact with a hug here, a gentle pat there and a quick brush in just the right place.

We had a sailboat cruise in an hour and decided to go freshen up before heading down to dock. As we stood to gather our things we both realized that the sun and cocktails had given us a bit of buzz. We held hands and almost felt like skipping back to room. We were so happy to be free of responsibilities and just loved being there.

Back at the room we took a quick shower together, with still more kissing and touching. We really wanted a quick tumble between the sheets, it was going on three days since we made love. With packing and getting ready to leave the day before yesterday and traveling and a few too many drinks when we got here, we were both anxious.

There was only a half an hour before our cruise left and we still had to grab a quick bite and pay for the tickets. As difficult as it was, we decided to save it for our return. I gave her a big hug and kiss, for good measure I gently ran my finger between her hot wet lips, gave us each a sniff and slowly licked her juices off my fingers. She in turn reached down and grabbed my rock hard cock and gave it a few good strokes, to return the favor.
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Wife Fucked By Two Black Cocks

A vacation in Jamaica seemed a good solution to our recent marital problems. Cathy and I had not been getting on that well recently. To put it bluntly, I’d been caught with my pants down. Actually, she’d caught me with my pants and underwear down with my little blonde secretary kneeling in front of me, stark naked, and my hard dick in her mouth! Cathy had blown a fuse; calling me every name under the sun and throwing young Pippa out onto the street wearing nothing but her smeared lipstick. Cathy hadn’t spoken to me for ages and, to be honest, it was becoming a major drag – the vacation was by way of an apology. I really hoped it worked. Cathy was a beautiful woman and I didn’t want to lose her over a brief flirtation with Pippa. Mind you, if we could get things back on track, it would have been worth it – Pippa was a horny little bitch – just nineteen years old – and I’d been taking her back to my house during our lunchtime at least three times a week for the last month or so. She would do just about anything I asked – and I asked quite a lot! When Cathy came home unexpectedly and caught us, we’d been at it for nearly an hour. I can remember thinking at the time that it was a good job she hadn’t been twenty minutes earlier; then she would have seen me with my dick so far up Pippa’s young butt, I thought I’d split her in half!

The vacation started well. The sun shone brightly and tanned our skin. We relaxed and Cathy even started talking to me a little. Not much, but just enough to make me think she had mellowed a little. The boat trip was my idea and I thought Cathy would appreciate it.

“What the fuck do I want with a boat trip?” she almost yelled at me when I told her it was all planned.

I tried my best to describe the wonderful sunbathing she would be able to do. I talked my butt off for half an hour telling her that we would be the only tourists on the yacht and that we could enjoy a romantic lunch and then swim in the clear blue ocean in the late afternoon sun. Cathy listened to my rambling’s with a sneer on her face, but I knew her well, knew what she liked. She was definitely coming round to the idea.

I had known Alan Cooper – or “Capt’n Coop” as he liked to be called – for about two years. My business dealings had brought me to this area on several occasions. Coop owned and skippered a forty foot yacht and hired it for charters to tourists. It was early in the season and I’d had no problem getting him to agree to a private charter for the day. We’d haggled a bit over the lunch menu, but when I thrust another few large bills into his calloused hand, he’d smiled and told me that I would not be disappointed.

Cathy and I arrived on the quay side at nine sharp. Coop was already aboard and quickly introduced us to his two man crew, James’s and Fin. Coop explained that both of these college boys were his son’s and that they would help sail the boat and look after us. They were both good looking lads with the dark, swarthy complexion of long term local residents. I briefly wondered how Coop had managed to sire two boys so late in life – I’d always had his age at no less than sixty – but when you saw all three together, the family likeness was unmistakable.
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The Story Of Andrea

This is a story about my first marriage in 1985. Andrea, my wife and I were both students at North Dakota State when we met. I was a junior, and she was a freshman. While I was a city boy (Fargo) she came from a tiny farming community in the western end of the state. At 21, Andrea was 5′ 3″, natural blonde (everywhere), very muscular, pert 34B boobs and when she smiled she had wonderful dimples. A real knockout lady.

When we met, she was not a virgin, but I was only her third lover. For my last two years of school we were inseparable. We lived together the last year, and decided to marry as soon as I graduated. Both of us came from poor families, and knew that once married we’d be on our own financially.

We were in love, and married that June. I was accepted to a Masters degree program in Minneapolis, MN, and we moved there that August. We decided that Andrea would put school on hold for a while and work to support us until I got my degree and could earn real dollars.

In 1985, jobs were not easy to come by, and Andrea scoured the papers everyday, worked with employment agencies, and went on many interviews. As September approached, we were starting to get very concerned about money.

One day Andrea noticed an ad in the paper for Lingerie Models. We discussed what this meant, and thought that here was an opportunity for her to make some serious bucks. We both thought she’d be doing some print ads for newspapers or magazines. Boy were we naive.

Here is what happened on Andrea’s interview, as she told me some months later.

She had to go to a bad part of downtown Minneapolis to a club that advertised “Photograph Live Models”. Once inside, a tough looking black guy named Ed said he was the manager, and to come back to his office for the interview. Ed explained that in this club, guys came in and paid to take sexy pictures of the models. He told her “upfront” that any “extras” the models did, were there own business, he just wanted 20% off the top. Andrea had no idea what he was talking about, but didn’t want to let on, we needed the money.

Ed went on to say that he’d have to see her in several outfits, take some Polaroids, to make sure she’d be okay for this job. He sent her off to the bathroom of his office, with a very skimpily red outfit.

After changing into it Andrea came out, very shy, but she stood in front of him for the pictures. Ed explained that the pictures always came out better if the models were slicked down with Vaseline. So he moved close to her and started to rub Vaseline from a jar on her arms and legs. She felt his hand go into the waistband of her panties, and felt him gently feel her boobs and ass when his hands were in those regions of her scantily clad body. But because he didn’t say anything, Andrea assumed this was innocent touching as he applied the Vaseline.

Ed took a few more pictures, and had her change into three or four different outfits. The last item he gave her was a sheer see through top, and crouchless panties. Andrea was reluctant, but he promised he’d just shoot pictures above the waist, but needed to see her in the whole outfit.

Again Andrea went along with the program. He had her sitting on a bar stool for these pictures, and moved in for a close up of her face. As he stood there, he suddenly put his free hand on her pussy, and inserted a finger before she knew what was happening.
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Chained Wife

“Yes, I know it’s an unusual request. It’s also its also a little embarrassing, so do you think we could hurry this along a bit?” Said Dale into the telephone.

“Yes, that’s right, handcuffs…well, what do you think we were doing with them? We are married you know. It is legal!…Yes…yes… the key broke off in the lock and now they won’t open…yes…police standard issue…I got them from a friend, if you must know!…what’s that got to do with – …yes, okay…yes, fine…fifteen minutes? Good!…yes, thank you…goodbye!”

Replacing the receiver he made his way back up the stairs to the bedroom. He was certain that he had heard muffled laughter in the background before hanging up his call to the emergency services. He wasn’t surprised, if he had been on the other end of the phone as some poor bastard had informed him that they had locked their wife to the bed in handcuffs and had then broken the key, he would have roared with laughter!

As he entered the bedroom, he could not help a small smile himself as he looked at his wife, Wendy, securely manacled, hands and feet, naked to the bed.

“Well, what did they say?” she said as she saw him enter.

“Fire department will be here in about fifteen minutes” replied Dale

Wendy groaned in embarrassment. “Well at least put a sheet over me or something,” she said. “I may be a horny bitch, but I don’t really want the whole county fire department drooling over my body!”

Even as she said it, the words sent a tingle through her body. She couldn’t resist a giggle.

“You know, we’ll NEVER live this one down!” she said with a laugh.

As Dale picked up a sheet and draped it over his wife’s body, he saw how hot she still looked. Wendy saw his gaze.

“Yeah, I know,” she said. “I’m still horny! But we haven’t got time to finish what we started now. Wait until I’m out of these things, then you can fuck my brains out, okay?”

Dale eagerly nodded has agreement as he heard the tones of the front door bell. As he began to leave the room to answer the door, he called back over his shoulder with a laugh.

“Don’t go away now!”

The fire department had obviously decided that this particular job did not warrant a whole team and had sent only two burly looking firemen. As Dale showed them the way to the bedroom, he noticed that the taller one, who had introduced himself as Simon, was carrying a large pair of bolt cutters over his shoulder. The other, Marc, carried a hand held radio. Both were dressed in the standard fire department uniform; wind-breaker jacket, waterproof trousers and boots. Dale watched both men’s eyes widen as they entered the room. Although Wendy’s body was covered by a thin sheet, they were still able to see the soft curls of her strawberry, blonde hair as the tresses splayed out over the pillow. Her ample chest rose and fell with every breath outlining a pair of still hard nipples under the sheet and her red painted toes peeked out seductively at the foot of the bed.

“Evening, love!” chirped Marc cheekily as he looked towards her.

“Got a bit of a problem, have we?” Simon joined in with a grin.

“Yes, very funny!” laughed Wendy. “Just get me out of these things will you?” she continued, rattling the handcuffs against the ornate iron headboard.

Dale sat down to watch the men work as they both approached the prone figure of his wife. Obviously deciding to tackle the ankle restraints first, they moved to the foot of the bed.

“We’ll have to pull this sheet up a little,” said Marc. “So we can get a look…at the cuffs, I mean!”

Wendy giggled in anticipation of her legs being exposed to these two big men. She felt a cool draft on her feet and lower legs as Simon pulled the sheet back, first just a little, and then back to just above her knees.
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Sally Lays The Brick Layers

The other night as I was relaxing over my favorite scotch at the neighborhood bar, I heard an interesting conversation. I was on my way from work and had stopped for a brief drink before I headed home to my wife Sally. We are a bit old-fashioned and have an old-fashioned marriage; I work for the money and Sally spends it. I do pretty well so she doesn’t have to work. Instead she stays home and takes care of the cooking and cleaning as well as being involved with the PTA and all of the other things a suburban housewife does during the day. This particular week she wasn’t going to any meetings because we had workmen at the house adding a brick patio to our backyard. So Sally stayed home to make sure the workmen were doing the brick work and not gold bricking.

I was thinking about work so I wasn’t paying much attention to the people around me. Then I heard someone say, “You know all of those stories about bored suburban housewives. I never really believed them until today.” I looked over and saw a rather muscular young man talking to his friends. One of the friends replied, “I tell you, I didn’t either, but I’m a believer now.”

The conversation was confined to four guys. They all looked to be in their late 20s and early 30s. As I listened, it became clear that they were all construction workers who were meeting after work. They had all worked in the area that day. Apparently two of them had just returned from a rather interesting job. I continued to eavesdrop while they described their adventure.

“Yeah,” said one of them, “we arrived at the job site at 8:00 this morning. The lady of the house met us at the door in a rather revealing negligee. I guess her husband had already left for work and she was just lounging around the house.”

“Well, didn’t she know you were arriving to do the work? Why wasn’t she dressed?” said one of the friends.

“I didn’t know why at the time.” the storyteller answered. “Anyway, she was an older woman in her early 40s. A Mrs. Robinson type. Older and a bit plump, but still a knockout. Maybe her husband likes to have her lounge around the house in negligees. I don’t know. At any rate, the negligee was one of those black babydoll types. Her tits were really large and her nipples were pretty obvious through the top.”

“Yeah, we just figured we caught her unexpectedly,” his companion piped in, “she introduced herself as Sally, I think it was, and she pointed out the area where she wanted the patio.”
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