Stripper Spice

August 24th, 2014

My wife and I have been married for almost three years. We live in the suburbs of a big city so we are not sheltered from the goings on of the clubs and night scenes. A thirty-minute drive will lead you to whatever excitement you are looking for. We met in college and fell in love right away. We got married right after graduation.

Kelly had a few experiences with guys, but since we dated for almost two years, it was safe to say that I was pretty much the only guy she knew intimately. Kelly was very conservative, almost painfully shy. She was a knockout though. She was tall and slim with very nice breasts. She weighed about 115 lbs, blonde hair, and blue eyes. She was the typical all American girl. She had a great sense of humor and we got along great.

Although the sex was good, I longed for Kelly to be a little more adventuresome in bed. She shied away when I tried to introduce porn or sex toys. I wanted more than the typical missionary position ho hum sex life than we were engaged in. I wanted some spice. I needed to keep things lively. Little did I know that things were about to take a 180-degree turn for the better.

One of Kelly’s friends from college got engaged and asked Kelly to be her maid of honor. Of course Kelly didn’t hesitate to agree. They spent the next couple of weeks doing what it is women do when the start planning a wedding. I tried to stay out of it as much as possible. One day Kelly came told me she was having difficulty deciding what to do for Kelly’s bachelorette party. I made a few suggestions, but Kelly seemed to think they weren’t wild enough for her friend Michelle. Kelly really wanted to show Michelle a good time on her last night of freedom.

“Why don’t you guys head into the city to one of the strip clubs? You can’t go wrong with a strip club,” I said.

“I don’t know Jim. I’ve never been to one of those places and I don’t think I would be comfortable at one.”

“What do you mean,” I asked.

“Well I just don’t know. Do they get totally..you know…naked?”

I couldn’t help but laugh. Kelly was so naive. You could tell the subject was embarrassing her.

“Of course they do. Why do you think the call it a strip club? It’s not like you haven’t seen a man naked before. What are you scared of?”

“Well what if one of them tries something? I mean what if they try to rape us or something?”

Again I laughed, “Kelly they have security there, and besides no touching is allowed. You will be completely safe. Trust me.” Although hesitant, Kelly agreed that is what they would do for Michelle. She acted like the thought of going to a strip club disgusted her. I, on the other hand was hoping she would enjoy it. Maybe this would be the outlet I was looking for to loosen her up in bed a little bit. It could backfire on me though and send her further in the other direction.
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Stripping For My Boss

August 8th, 2014

It was one of those nights where my wife and me went for happy hour in the afternoon. We got pretty buzzed by 8 pm. We were on the way back home and took a detour to avoid traffic. In the path of the detour was a strip joint. My wife egged me on about visiting the strip joint and thought it would adventurous for both of us. I always complained about me and her being kinky and doing wild things. She wanted to prove that she wasn’t a prude. She was feeling tipsy and it helped in her opening up. So I found parking easily and we both went in.

Once in there we realized it was “Amateur Night”, meaning they had night for regular girls to strut their stuff. They were able to make money as well if the guys offered. There was also a contest for the amateur girls and first place would win $250. It was ten dollars to get in and I asked my wife jokingly if she wanted too. She gave me a sly look and said no. We sat away from the crowd and stage; we had our own love seats.

We got some more drinks and observed the action on stage. There were about 6 professional strippers they were different kinds; black, Asian, and Spanish. My wife asked if they were hot and I replied, “They are not bad” with a smile. She gasped at my answer but continue to observe the girls. My wife has a thing for girl’s butts, she loves them nice and curvy. She was busy checking out one girl in particular, a Spanish girl she seemed to be Puerto Rican. Nice and big tanned ass, it was oiled up. Her tits were a B cup but round and firm. She had a pretty face to match and her hair had highlights as well. I was ogling her alongside my girl.

She caught that and asked, “You think she is hot?”

I didn’t answer to avoid an argument. She continued, “Do you think I’m still hot? Hot enough to be a stripper?”

I quickly answered yes to those questions. She was glad with my responses. Then she said, “Why don’t I do it right here for you?”

I was stunned at her intentions. It was practically a dare for me. I would always push her about being sexy and this was her chance to prove to me that she was game. I felt a bit awkward about her stripping down in front of others, but at the same time it turned me on. Maybe she was bluffing but the only way to find out is by agreeing to her proposal. So I didn’t chicken out and said, “Sure show me what you got.”
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Fucked Hard Before Marriage

July 17th, 2014

I did something at my bachelorette party that I thought was totally shameful at the time. It was really out of character for me but it turned out to be one of those life-changing experiences.

Ted was my fiancée and my first lover. I went to bed with him the night we got engaged. It was a nice experience but certainly not spectacular. We had sex fairly regularly after that and it got a little better. I mentioned this to Carla, a friend of mine who had the reputation of being a little too much fun at a party.

She told me she would show me something at my party that would help me out. My party was on a Friday night, the same as Ted’s bachelor party. We both figured we would need Saturday to recover for our Sunday afternoon wedding at St. Mark’s. St. Mark’s is a nice little parochial school where Ted and I went all 13 years.

Carla suggested the theme; we all came dressed in our parochial school clothes. Plaid skirt, white blouse, white knee socks, mary janes. Most of us looked pretty good even though a few, including me, had shortened those skirts way beyond what was allowed in high school.

A dozen of us partied at Carla’s house. We had a great time and drank to much. There were presents, of course. Some were nice and some were definitely naughty. Just before midnight, Carla asked if I was ready for my special present.

“OK, ” I said, just a little nervous about what she might have in mind.

She said she knew about my secret lust for cowboys and it was way past time to meet one. She started some music and a huge black man strutted down the stairs. He was dressed in tight jeans, a cowboy hat, boots, a western shirt and one of those long, black dusters. He had a six-gun strapped to his waist and he was carrying a rope.

He started to dance around me – he was one of those male strippers. The girls were urging him on, laughing and giggling at my embarrassment as he stripped to a little red thong. I couldn’t help but notice that the thong was concealing something massive.

He kept taunting me about being a “virgin” bride. He danced me around the room, sliding his hands around. grabbing a feel every now and then. Soon he was kneeling at my feet. He leaned back with his legs spread and said, “Let me teach this young virgin bride what’s going to happen Sunday night.” Your man is going to grab you….he’s going to take your fine young body straight to bed.”

The other girls were laughing at my embarrassment and urging him on.
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Boss Cock

June 20th, 2014

“I had lunch with your boss today,” my wife Karen just tossed that little statement over her shoulder as we were getting undressed for bed.

It took a second for it to register with me. I stopped, with my shoe halfway off and looked over at her. “You did not.”

She turned to face me. She looked damn good, standing there in just her bra and panties. “Well, lunch is probably not an accurate description. We got hot dogs off one of those carts in the plaza. We sat on a bench near the fountain.”

She was serious. “Denny called and invited you to lunch?”

“No, he was standing right by the main entrance when I came out for lunch. He was looking for me. He found me. We had lunch, of a sort.”

I knew there was a lot more to the story. It looked like she was going to make me drag it out of her, one tidbit at a time. I went back to getting undressed. Karen and I both sleep in the nude. I pulled off my socks and turned around. She was standing there, wearing my favorite outfit, not a damn stitch. After fourteen years of marriage, she still gets my blood pumping. She keeps her blonde hair long, falling around her shoulders. At thirty-four, her B cup yabos are still firm and pointing straight ahead. And that cute little trimmed bush, so what if the carpet doesn’t match the drapes.

There are times when she looks better. Like when she’s on her hands and knees. She has one guy’s hard cock in her mouth. Another guy is behind her, filling her hot pussy with his rod, about to pump a load of cream deep inside. Nothing I would rather do than watch her get in on with a couple of studs. And nothing she likes better than putting on a sex show, just for me.

“You’re dying to hear the rest. I know you too well, Rick. Let’s get into bed and I’ll tell you everything.”
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The Entertainment

June 3rd, 2014

It was a lonely Wednesday night when the urge struck me. I’m not usually a lonely man, but lately the well’s been a little dry. I have a lot of female friends, but don’t get laid much. As a result, I’m constantly frustrated. They say I’m good looking, and most of them know from experience that I’m not a bad lay, I just can’t seem to maintain a relationship.

Anyway, I was feeling like getting some action, but wasn’t sure how to go about getting what I wanted. I didn’t want run-of-the-mill, ordinary missionary style penetration. I wanted hardcore, up the ass, my dick in her mouth, ride-her-dirty smut. Better yet, how about two kitties to play with? The possibilities were endless. So naturally, I called up two of my old lays, gorgeous girls who I’m still friends with only by virtue of their tits being the best I’ve ever seen.

I called Maxine first. “Hey, Max, I’m having a party here tonight. Just a couple people, will you come?”

She’s a little bit of a booze whore, so the first thing she asked was whether I would have alcohol. “Of course, honey, just bring your beautiful self.” One down, one to go. Literally, hopefully. Jenny’s phone rang and rang, and I was afraid I would be stuck with just one girl, when suddenly she picked up.

“Yes?” Her snappy voice softened when she recognized my voice, and the dick attached to it. She fucks me when she’s between boyfriends, and it’s good for both of us. Now, both the girls thought I would be having a party, so I had to act fast when they got there. Of course, there was no party.

Max showed up first, in a silky little dress that barely covered her cunt, and every time she tugged it down it showed a sliver of the brown circle surrounding her nipple. Her nipples, good god that girl had nipples. The nipple of each breast was long and constantly erect, while the dark circle surrounding it was small and flat. Her breasts caught my attention as she bent to set her bag down, perfect round double d’s, balanced precariously over her flat stomach.

She never wore a bra, which always left stunned men behind her wherever she went. I quickly moved behind her to catch a look up her skirt, and was rewarded by the view of the sheer back of a white thong separating her asscheeks. Max should have been a model. Her ass just begs for something between those juicy glutes. I handed her a drink- a strong one, since I had stocked up on Everclear, just as the doorbell rang. Jenny walked in like she owned the place.
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Tina At The Porn Shop

May 15th, 2014

Let me introduce Tina to you. Tina is my ex-girlfriend. She’s Japanese-Irish mix, 5’3″ A cups with big puffy areolas, firm toned legs that end in a great round ass.

Tina had been out at the tanning salon when I got home, she loves wearing a tiny little bikini so she’s got perfect tan lines. When she got home she told me she wanted to do something nasty on Friday night and that I should plan it out for her, she’d do anything I told her to. Well, well, well this was too good to be passed up. All week I thought about it and had the evening all planned out. As the days ticked on she kept telling me the nastier the better she was feeling like being a total slut on Friday, work had been bothering her and she wanted to blow off some steam.

Well Friday finally arrived, I’d been planning out the evening and had picked up an out fit for her to wear that I thought would be appropriate. Her outfit consisted of no underwear, no bra, the top was white fishnet top that clearly showed her pert little tits, she would wear a little black cheerleader skirt that barely covered her beautiful little pussy which she kept waxed, white socks with frilly tops and a pair of 5″ spiked heels. She was allowed a long coat for the time we’d be in public but after that the coat would stay in the car.

I wasn’t sure how far she’d let me take this evening but since I had decided to break up with her this seemed like a perfect time to get back at her since I’d found out she’d been cheating on me. We went to dinner and she was allowed to wear her coat until we sat down, the restaurant was a little hole in the wall Italian place where the only internal lighting was in the kitchen everything else was candles on the tables. She took off her coat as she sat down giving the waiter an eyeful of her dark tanned chest with light triangles where her bikini tan lines barely covered her nipples. The contrast really made her puffy areolas stand out against the fishnet. We ordered drinks I drank water and she had a glass of wine, one became two and then three. Tina said she wasn’t hungry and didn’t want anything but cock for dinner. I’d been playing with her pussy underneath the table and had her skirt inched up to her waist she was dripping wet and kept telling me she was so horny she couldn’t wait to see what I had planned for her for the rest of the evening. We drove a little distance to a total dive of a porn shop in an industrial area right on the border of north Compton. I took her coat and put it in the back seat of my car and told her this is where we were starting and was she really wanting to be as nasty as she’s been talking this week? “Baby I’m so frustrated with work and horny from you playing with my pussy all night plus the drinks I’m ready for anything you dare tell me to do”. Good for me the challenge had been issued.
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Eavesdropping on Eve

April 21st, 2014

I joined Waterman’s at the turn of the year craving managerial advancement, a pay hike – naturally – and fresh pussy. Having found myself going nowhere fast career-wise at Forster Clark, having dated just about every eligible girl in the office and in need of extra cash to fund an ever extravagant lifestyle, I felt it was time to move on.

Well, two out of three wasn’t bad. The boss at Waterman’s was only too pleased to advance my career if I put in the hard work, he almost doubled my pay in one fell swoop but, with a team of just seventeen, most of whom were guys, something told me it was time to put career above sex life. First appearances can be so deceptive!

I wasn’t reckoning on the one beacon of hope on the female front, in the shapely guise of Eve Palmer, fulfiling my fantasies. She was, after all, way out of my league, and then some. In her mid twenties, a few years my senior, a horny single single guy like yours truly couldn’t help but fancy her from the very start. A stunning curly-haired brunette with killer tits and arse and the most gorgeous pouty blowjob lips, Eve was the girl every other guy in the department wanted – but could never hope to get.

I remember that first lunchtime in the bar with the guys well. Being the new guy, everyone, it seemed, wanted to be my friend. I was plied with drinks and bombarded with questions, mainly about what I thought of my sexy female co-worker. Come two o’clock, each and every fantasy of the half a dozen other guys I shared the department with had been imparted. We shared a common bond: we all wanted Eve.

Sat opposite, Eve was given the task of teaching me the systems and working practices and generally taking in hand my initial training. There were, of course, other things I wished she’d take in hand and I soon found myself embroiled in the kinds of fantasy my fellow colleagues indulged in. As the first afternoon wore on, it became harder and harder to contain myself. I craved so much to touch her, I had to link my fingers tightly together on my lap. A dual purpose, they concealed a raging erection.

As the days went by quickly like passing trains, things became ever harder. Seemingly a perfectionist, Eve had office chic down to an art form, each day finding new exotic outfits with which to tease the senses. Her breasts would strain against sheer pastel shirts, constricted and seemingly aching to break free whilst her nipples retained a permanent nub, owing to the air conditioning. As time went on and spring arrived, the shorter her skirts became, revealing soft, creamy thighs and the most angular legs outside the catwalk. Rarely was she without heels, always black, always high, always sexy as hell.

To put it crudely, I wanted to lift Eve onto the desk, pull up that little skirt, and fuck her brains out. She was my permanent wank fantasy and I craved her like nothing else, coveting our times together and savouring every moment and joyous for a glimpse of out-of-bounds flesh. And it wasn’t just physical. Eve abounded with joie de vivre, was rarely down in the dumps and always able to see the positives even in the most negative situations. I’d never thought of any girl in those terms before, but Eve was wife material.
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Hot Wife

April 11th, 2014

I was sitting here thinking just how lucky I am. First of all, I am married to the most wonderful man on this earth. Now I know all women should feel like that their first few years of marriage. I feel that this feeling will never go away. You see, Bobby is two years older than I am and he is great. I knew him all through high school, and when he joined the Air Force, we kept in touch. I dated almost every night and the month after I graduated, Bobby came home on a 30-day leave. Well, I won’t bore you, so I’ll just say that at the end of those 30 days, I was married, and off to Texas I went with him to his new base.

I remember that wonderful day I got married, I was 18 and Bobby had just turned 20 a couple months earlier. To say that we were a young married couple is an understatement. Yes, I was a virgin my wedding night. I decided very young to remain a virgin no matter what and I did just that. Bobby had tried, as did many other boys, to persuade me otherwise, but I was always pretty good about knowing how to cool them off. Oh, don’t get me wrong, I am no prude, I was just good at keeping my virginity intact.

Now Bobby works on an air tanker; it is one of those great big planes that refuel other planes in the air. Therefore, with this kind of work there were times that Bobby would leave for work at 7 in the morning and not get back until 4-5 days later. The biggest problem for us both was he never knew until he arrived at work what his day or days were going to be. In addition, once he did know, he was not allowed to let me know.

Trust has always been big in my life as it has been in his. I know that when Bobby is flying and if he has to stay over night some place in the world, he is always thinking of me as I do him. I don’t worry about him going into towns and messing with the bar girls and he knows I am home watching TV or reading or sleeping or just doing nothing until he returns. Now, when he does get home, we always kiss and make love the minute he walks in the door. No matter if he has been gone just a few hours or several days.

You see, while I was a virgin on our wedding night, I knew I would love sex because of the way I felt about it prior to that wonderful night. Bobby is just like me; well, maybe a little more into sex than I am. I say that because he has so many sex books he reads on his flights. You see, in his job he is in the plane for hours on end so he keeps his mind busy reading those dirty pocket books. He has been collecting them ever since he went into the service, so here at the apartment he has this footlocker crammed packed with them.

Since I just sit here doing nothing, I began reading them and they all are very explicit in their story lines. So by the time Bobby gets home I am going crazy with my pent-up lust. Oh, sure, I masturbated a whole lot reading them, but masturbating never will take the place of making love. And after about six months of a steady diet of those sex books, (I have to tell you some of those books are downright filthy!) I began thinking of sex in a whole new light.

Now, I am telling you all this so you have a better understanding of where I am coming from (so to speak) We are getting along just fine on Bobby’s pay; our rent is low, and we stay at home (when he is home) and when he is gone, well, I stay at home. That has brought a big change in both of our lives. Two nights ago, after we made love for a good hour, we began to just talk. Bobby feels bad because his job is always taking him away from me and I end up staying in the apartment alone. I also had been thinking about that same thing, and I asked him how he would feel if I got a job to help me pass the time while he was gone.
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Assfucking 101

March 25th, 2014

I was an 18 years old college freshman and living in a coed dorm. I was also quite a shy kid and didn’t know very many people in the dorm but I did make friends with the RA. She was a 21 year old Puerto Rican senior pre-med major. Since I was also pre-med, she sort of took me under her wing when I came to the school.

One evening I was preparing to take a shower, so I slipped on my robe and was walking down the hall to the showers. The RA was standing in the hallway, she complimented me on my robe, which was a black, silk robe that barely came down to my knees. It was a high school graduation gift and since I never used a robe at home, I had no other robe to use, so I used it despite the many jokes from the other guys in the dorm that called me Hugh Hefner whenever I wore it.

Well I thanked her for the compliment and she said “before you take your shower I wanted to give you that book you were asking me about, however, I am about to go out so come and get it now.”

I said “Ok” and followed her, actually I was walking behind her staring at her soft ample behind. She normally dressed down with sweats and t-shirt but tonight she had on a tight black dress with her hair and make-up done to perfection.

As I walked in her room, I noticed that it wasn’t in its usually state of student disarray but neatsome may even have considered it clean.

I said to her jokingly, “expecting someone over?”

She said “yes.”

“Ok, let me get the book and go before they get here, I said.

She said, “it’s over there on the desk.”

So I went to retrieve it. As I did, she closed the door. This was strange because anytime myself or any of the guys in the dorm was in her room, the door was to remain open, university rules.

So I got the book and was about to leave when she said, “do you like me?”

“Sure,” I said naively, “I like you a lot, you have been a great mentor.”

“No,” she said, “I mean if you had the chance, would you want to sleep with me?”

Now I was completely stunned, here is this gorgeous woman and she want to know if I wanted to have sex would her, was she crazy, of course I did, shit, I had sex with every day in my fantasies.

So I said, “Uhh…yeah…uhh, I think so.”

I was scared as hell not knowing what to say or do next. She told me to go sit on her bed and told me to lean back.

“Don’t be nervous” she said, “I like you alot and I think we can be real close.”

She then began to kiss me. She kissed me more than I kissed her because I was still shocked. She saw how nervous I was and asked if I was a virgin.

I said “no,” which was technically true, I did have sex one time with my old girlfriend but she chickened out midway through so I never came. But I did penetrate, so I wasn’t a virgin. I don’t think she believed me.

She said “I going to treat you real nice, we can take it nice and slow.”
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Best Friends Girl

March 15th, 2014

I have known Rick since we were seven years old. We are completely different people but we have stayed best friends. Rick is smart and ambitious. He is handsome and good with the ladies. I have always envied his charm. He seems to attract women without even trying. I am more of a quiet person. I enjoy being alone with a book or a movie. I have accepted the fact that I will never be cool or part of the “in crowd.” Still, Rick and I have always been tight. There is a bond between us that I don’t understand but I know exists.

Over the years, Rick’s taste in women has been awful. With the wide variety that he had to pick from, I never understood why he chose the ones he did. He always picked the air heads and the bimbos. Fake boobs, too much make-up, and really big hair. That was Rick’s type. I don’t know, maybe with his ambition he just wanted something that looked good and wasn’t a threat to him.

A few years ago, Rick called and said that he had met someone new and wanted the three of us to go out for dinner. We agreed to meet at our favorite Italian restaurant at 8:00 that night. While I was waiting for them to arrive (Rick is always late) I tried to imagine what this new girlfriend would be like. I thought she would be like the rest – tall, blonde, big boobs, long legs, and no personality. I couldn’t have been more wrong.

Rick walked in with a petite, dark-haired, dark-eyed, Asian woman. He introduced her simply as Amy. I was dumbstruck. Amy was beautiful. She couldn’t have been any taller than 5’3”. She had shoulder length black hair with a few brown highlights. Her eyes were big and brown. She had a tiny little body with full, natural breasts. I could not believe how beautiful she was. She didn’t wear any make-up. Her skin was smooth and flawless. I must have starring but I couldn’t take my eyes off her.

As we ate, I was repeatedly shocked by what I learned about her. She was a second grade school teacher. She lived at home with her mother. She read and wrote poetry in her spare time. She even went to church every Sunday with her mother. She seemed shy and innocent. This was the kind of girl that you just instinctively try to protect. Amy was not Rick’s type of girl. This was my type of girl.

It’s difficult to say when I first realized that I was in love with Amy. I just looked up one day and knew. Of course, it was wrong. Rick was my best friend and he loved her. It went against everything I thought was right. There was no possible way for Amy and me to be together but it was all I could think about. I thought about her laugh. I thought about her smile. And yes, I thought about her soft lips and her perfect body. I couldn’t get her out of my mind.

Slowly, Amy and I had grown close. One of our favorite pastimes was for the three of us to go to the local sports bar. Amy and I would talk about books or current events while Rick would catch the highlight reel on the TV. I loved those talks with Amy. She was so smart and funny. I would sit across the table and wonder why someone who was so perfect for me could be so unattainable.

It hurt Amy to think of me being alone. She tried to set me up a few times with her friends but I always turned her down. “I’m still hurting,” I would say. Amy thought I was talking about my last disastrous relationship but really I was referring to her. I felt like I could never love anyone else. For me, there was only Amy.

My birthday is in the middle of June. I hate to work on my birthday so I always take a weeks vacation. Of course, Rick and all my other friends had to work so we agreed to have my birthday party on Saturday.

On Thursday, I slept in. I had no plans and no obligations. I took a long hot shower and looked forward to a quiet day alone. I sat on the sofa and turned on the TV. I really just wanted something to distract me from my thoughts of Amy. Lately I had begun to fantasize about her almost constantly. I wanted her so much that it hurt.
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