Month: June 2014

Boss Cock

“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

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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