Month: August 2012

Subway Grind

I’ll cut to the chase and skip the “Oh, I really love my wife….” crap. The truth be told, I’m a horny guy who it turned out married someone as horny if not hornier (hard to believe). And so the story unfolds…

Something just wasn’t adding up. So I followed my busty blonde blue eyed wife one day from work. And what I saw not only rocked me, but almost made me cum in my pants.

It was rush hour in NYC. As I followed her down the stairs of the subway station, I realized she was heading in the opposite direction from home. Hmm?

She darted into a crowded subway car, I barely managed to get in myself. Even though I was just five people away from her, she couldn’t see me. Everything seemed normal enough at the time, with the exception of her detour. I watched her from afar and appreciated her beauty from a different prospective; almost as if she was a stranger.
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Off Campus Fun

“Oh, c’mon! You can study tomorrow. Saturday nights are for parties. You, of all people, should know that!” That would be my friend, Molly. She’s one of those people who won’t take no for an answer, and this time, she wanted me to come to a party with her. If only I had known what I was getting myself into by letting her talk me into going out.

“Alright, I’ll go. Just give me an hour to finish typing this paper and change clothes, and I’ll go.” This is the point where I should probably give you some background information on myself. I’m nineteen years old and attending a small, private college in the Midwest. I’m one of those tall, thin girls with not much in the boob department, but I’ve been told that my ass makes up for it. Guys are constantly smacking it or telling me how good it looks. I do have a boyfriend, and did at the time of this story. (As a side note, he does know *most* of what happened that Saturday night.) Now, on with the story.

Being the kind of person who puts fun before work, I naturally decided to put my paper off until the next day. I spent the hour straightening my hair and squeezing into my tightest pair of pants. Figuring the party would be hot, I put on a tank top and was ready to go.
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Sweet Revenge

Let me introduce myself. My name is Adam. I’m 29, and have been working the City stock markets as a dealer for the last six years. People say that I am arrogant, but to be successful at what I do, one has to have a very forceful personality. I met my wife Christine, or Chris for short, at a works party three years ago. The moment I saw her tall, athletic figure with her long flowing blonde hair, I just knew I had to have her. I usually get what I want, and a few short months later we were married. Chris also has a very stubborn streak, and our inevitable arguments were of a very explosive nature. As I sit here now, thinking back to the events of last night, I can hardly remember how the argument started. Let me see if I can recall some of the details……

It all began last Friday evening as I arrived home from work. As usual, I had stopped off at a local bar in the city for a few drinks with some colleagues, before braving the commuter ride home on the train. As I entered my house, I could smell the aroma of home cooking and knew immediately that Chris had been trying out a new recipe. As the meal progressed, assisted by a couple of classes of good claret we talked casually about our respective days.

“By the way.” I said casually. “We are going to a party tomorrow night. Clive at the office is having a whole bunch of us over to watch the match on cable.”

“What? You didn’t say anything. I had plans for tomorrow!”

“Well you will just have to cancel them. Everyone will be there, and so will we!”

The argument continued late into the evening and into the following morning. As I have said, I usually get my way, and by lunchtime Chris had reluctantly agreed to go to the party. For the whole of the afternoon, she point blank refused to speak to me, ignoring any of my half hearted attempts at reconciliation. By 7pm we were both showered and changed and heading for Clive’s house in the country. Chris had mellowed a little, but was still obviously extremely angry with me. What the hell! I thought, I could just watch the match while she sulked!
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Slut For His Dick

She was on top of him, squirming around, wiggling her ass, and bouncing up and down on his dick. He lay flat on his back, his hands holding on to her thighs, helping her stay on the saddle as she wildly bounced. She was screaming, “Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, this is soooo good!” as she bounced faster and faster. She had hold of her tits, pulling and squeezing the nipples, but her focus was on her pussy and the huge dick she was riding.

The juices were flowing out of her, down his dick, into his thick curly pubic hair, and onto his balls. Faster and faster she went, till she started shaking and shuddering with her orgasm. She collapsed onto him, and he rolled over with her, saying “You aren’t through yet, bitch.”

He stayed inside her, and now it was his turn to pound away at that sweet pussy. He was on top of her now, and had hold of her hips, pulling her toward him, with her legs high in the air. She wrapped them around his shoulders as she started bucking with her second orgasm. “Shit, Shit, Shit, Shit, Shit—I’m cumming again—Oh shit, you are so fucking big” she screamed, not in anger but in pure lust. He kept pounding away, long deep strokes, stretching that pussy out as it had never been stretched before. After coming twice, she was almost limp, but he kept on with those deep powerful strokes.
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