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  • Gym

    Cindy was ready for the weekend. She had been in the hot seat at every meeting during the last week. Her normally crisp business skirt and jacket were wrinkled from the 3-hour long planning session, which she had just left. Cindy began the process of putting all thoughts of work aside as she drove to the Gym. The physical exertion would help get her tired out, a refreshing shower and a good nights sleep should finish the job.

    Her boyfriend, Kurt, was working late at the Gym due to the construction. They were in the process of remodeling and expanding the facilities. He would be off for the rest of the weekend and had promised to make up for the late night Friday by taking her out on Saturday.

    The sun was setting and the lights flickered on in the nearly empty parking lot when she pulled up. There was a white van with ‘Matt’s Plumbing’ painted on the side parked beside the back entrance. Cindy gathered her bag from the trunk and made her way inside.

    Kurt was sitting at the desk reading a fitness magazine when she walked in the front door. “Hi dear.” She waved at him.

    He looked up and smiled. “Hello, I was beginning to worry.”

    “Right.” Sarcasm filled her voice. “You look terribly worried sitting there with your feet propped up looking at half naked men and women.”

    Kurt knew that she was just teasing him; she liked the muscle magazines as much as he did. “I need to do something while they finish tearing out the pipes.” He pointed out.

    Cindy grinned and gave him a light kiss on the cheek. “I guess we can’t lock up and play in the shower since they are tearing the pipes out.” She teased.

    Kurt winked at her, “If you are quick the men’s showers are still on.”

    “I look forward to it.” Cindy took her bag and walked into the ladies locker room to change.

    Cindy spent 30 minutes on the elliptical machine. Her tight leotard was damp with perspiration and her sandy blonde hair clung to her neck. Kurt passed through cleaning up some of the free weights that had been left out. She noticed that he watched her as he worked; the construction crew stole glances at her as well. In the mirror she could see her nipples stiff and sensitive under the stretchy spandex.

    All the male attention was having its effect elsewhere as well, she kept remembering the occasions where Kurt had been working late and they had the gym to themselves. Several fond memories of the bench press filed her mind. Cindy could almost see Kurt’s generous cock dangling above her. Her pussy was getting wet as she savored the memory of his sweaty balls and thick shaft.

    The elliptical machine beeped it’s warning that the cool down phase was about to start. The noise brought her out of her fantasy back to the reality of 8 eyes staring at her. They all quickly returned to their jobs when she looked around. She looked at her own reflection and noticed a growing damp spot on the crotch of her leotard, She realized just how excited she was, maybe she would ask Kurt to join her in the shower after all. She looked at the weight area for Kurt, but he had already disappeared.

    Cindy stripped out of her exercise leotard as she walked through the empty locker room. She kicked it onto the bench and stepped out of her panties, dropping them onto the crumpled leotard. Her hands roamed over her sensitive body while she stooped to open her locker. It was empty! “What?” She exclaimed to the empty room. She opened the next locker, nothing. With a puzzled look on her face she walked around the wall of lockers to the next changing area. Maybe she was in the wrong section. She was quite excited by her work out after all.

    Behind her Kurt watched from one of the showers. He stepped out when he heard the first locker open and quickly grabbed the leotard and panties. A series of lockers opening and closing covered the noise of the door opening and closing as he snuck out.

    Cindy was confused and a bit angry when she returned to put her leotard back on. She froze when she saw the empty bench. Her mind went from angry to suspicious to excited in 3 heartbeats. “Oh, Kurt, you tease.” She searched the showers. All she could find was a single towel, no Kurt. She wrapped the towel around herself covering her flushed breasts and headed to the front.

    The desk was empty and the front door had been locked. Kurt would be making his evening cleanup rounds before leaving. Cindy went to his office to surprise him, but it was locked. Then she thought, ‘if Kurt is locking up the workmen must be gone.’ She headed for the door to men’s lockers with an excited bounce in her step. She rearranged the towel to wrap around her waist, leaving her breasts for Kurt to enjoy. The lockers room was empty. He must still be in the gym she theorized.
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  • My Wife The Cum Slut

    Shelly always maintained that the best part of sex was the gooey feeling that a load of fresh cum left between her legs. “Hmm, I can feel it squish round inside my cunt and then start to run down my thighs,” she would say after a good seeing to.

    I always maintained that the best part of sex was feeling her cunt just after some guy or guys had freshly filled it. That and the anticipation of waiting for her to return home, wondering exactly what she was up to, how many men there were, had they stripped her off completely, was she sucking a cock. The feeling in the pit of my stomach as I waited for her was just pure agony.

    It all started after watching a program on hookers. One of the girls was about the same age and build as Shelly and she had started her call girl career by designing her own web site. Within weeks she was doing three to four punters a week and earning about £500. “Blimey, if she can earn that with her fat figure, imagine what blokes would pay to fuck you,” I said as we cuddled up together on the sofa. “Would you really like me to fuck other men?” she asked, running her hand over the growing bulge in my jeans. The more I thought about it the more turned on I got until the bulge had turned into a tent. “You bastard,” she joked, grabbing my hard on, “it’s actually turning you on isn’t it, you really would like me to be a whore. Perhaps you’d like to think of me doing this.” She unzipped my flies and pulled my rampant cock free. It was heaven as her tongue lashed round the rim before taking the first few inches in her mouth.

    “Oh yeah, that’s it babe, suck it real good, just imagine I’m some bloke in a hotel room and your sucking his cock.” She was kneeling on the sofa beside me, her short skirt riding high on her thighs showing a tantalising glimpse of black stocking. I ran my hand up her leg, enjoying the silky smooth feel of the nylon. “Just think, some total stranger would be doing this to you as you sucked his fat cock.” I let my fingers drift over her cunt mound causing her to moan in pleasure. “Would you like that, would you like him to touch your cunt as you suck him?”
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  • Birthday Party Girl

    Let me begin by telling you a little about myself. My name’s Elaine and I’m 39 years old. I have a son and have been happily married for 12 years. In my bare stockings I’m 5’9” tall with long blond hair. I can best describe myself as having a voluptuous body shape, which some in this world of anorexic women might say is a little overweight. But boy do I have curves! My measurements are 36(D)-28-40 or in simple terms an hourglass figure. Anyway standing in front of a mirror, naked, I look Ok, my boobs might have dropped a little from 10 years ago (you can’t blame them, can you!), but I can still turn heads, if I want too that is.

    Well enough of me. This true story relates to my 38th birthday party, thrown by my loving husband, who shall remain nameless.

    It began when I walked out of the shower. I was still drying myself with a large fluffy towel when he walked in. “You look gorgeous,” he said as he moved to my side, instantly kissing my lips tenderly. His hand instinctively moved to my uncovered breasts squeezing their fullness. What is it with men and breasts?

    Breaking briefly from sucking on one of my nipples, now erect and very sensitive, he asked me what I was wearing. Between my soft moans I said a cream, silk blouse and long brown velvet skirt. He nodded his approval as he grated my nipple between his front teeth. “Ouch” that hurt. I pushed him away. “Yeh but it makes them hard.” He was right, my nipples stay erect for ages when aroused.

    Even at the party I could still feel them tingle and they pushed against the lace of my balconette bra, which seemed to just rub them enough to keep them that way. I adjusted the fabric in an attempt to relieve the pressure, and only succeeded to undue a furtherbutton of my blouse. I noticed Steve, one of my husband’s friends looking. I smiled and he smiled back before he walked over and started chatting. He was tall, at about 6’2 and with a quite chunky build. He worked in computers like my husband. I couldn’t stop myself looking in to his deep blue eyes as he talked. He positioned himself close to me so he could hear me speak. His eyes kept glancing at my chest and the pale flesh of my breasts. I smiled. I liked the attention.

    As the evening wore on I played the birthday girl perfectly. Flirting a little with various people, but more often than not ending up with Steve. He got braver and held me by my waist pulling me on to him as we swayed to the heavy beat of a record. I rubbed myself against him and could feel his erection pushing against me. His big hand squeezed my bottom. I felt hot, excited. My heart beat increased and I felt my chest rise and fall with increased vigor. Steve watched as my breasts swelled almost emerging from the confines of the lace cups. Steve whispered in my ear ” you’re a horny little minx, you’ve got me all excited.” “I know I can feel you,” came my quick reply. I tried to stop myself but I was turned on.

    Then the bombshell came. “Well what are you going to do about it?” I stopped my gyrating. I never thought it would go this far, but as he spoke he dropped his head and kissed me. It was over quickly, but it was the first real kiss I’d had with a man other than my husband in 12 years. I could have died in his arms. My whole body shook with excitement.
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  • Babysitter Stripper

    It took a long time to find a babysitter for my infant child, but when my wife called one day to say she had found the perfect girl, I was thrilled that we’d finally be able to go out once again. My wife was beautiful, she had nice D cup breasts and a delicious body, but our sex life had been sapped by the arrival of a baby. At 25 we were both overwhelmed by the responsibilities of children and careers and we hadn’t had much time for each other.

    Our first date in a year occurred a week later when we went out to a movie and dinner. The babysitter was a stunningly beautiful 18 year old named Victoria, who was getting ready to attend college the next year. Victoria was every man’s fantasy, a chirpy, big –breasted, thin girl with a gorgeous face and long, Italian brunette hair. The first time I saw her I nearly had an instant erection. My wife had found her through a co-worker, apparently she was an in-demand babysitter, and at least from my perspective, I could see why. She arrived in a short black skirt and a low cut top, and after making arrangements with my wife we both left her to sit with the kid. At the movie and dinner I enjoyed my alone time with my wife, but Victoria stayed in my mind. That night, my wife drove Victoria home, and I jerked off while she was gone.(to my disappointment). When my wife got home I threw her into bed and make passionate love to her, but again Victoria was nagging me with thoughts of her sumptuous body.

    Over the next several months Victoria babysat for us about every two weeks, and the routine continued. I gradually got to know her through our short, two minute encounters. One night, my wife drank too much wine and asked me to take Victoria home instead. I obliged, and realizing I needed to write Victoria a check for her work, I quickly sat down at the kitchen table and opened the checkbook. As I was writing Victoria walked by, accidentally dropping some of her makeup on the floor. I couldn’t help but stare as she bent over to pick it up, giving me a view to die for. Her pleated skirt was just the right length, rising just high enough to give me a peak of a sexy black thong. I had an instant hard-on, and suddenly she caught my gaze and blushed. I continued writing, but we both knew that I had been looking and enjoying the view.

    I drove her home after her little bending over incident, but she seemed extra interested in me in a way that she hadn’t happened before. She laughed at my mini-jokes that weren’t funny, she smiled at me, and I swear that she pressed those sexy breasts together just to give me a view as she sat in the passenger seat. In the weeks that followed the flirting continued, I even caught one glare from my wife, but I figured it was just playful fun. About eight weeks after my gaze, I drove Victoria home again. This time Victoria started asking about the health of my marriage and my sex life. I told her that I loved my wife, but our sex life was a bit boring. She said that was too bad, and then she told me about her sex life. Apparently she had a boyfriend who had gotten pretty serious, and the implicit message was that she wasn’t a virgin. They had a hard breakup three months back, and now Victoria was out on the prowl, looking for a decent man. She finished her story as we pulled up to her house, and I said “Ok, See ya next time.” As she got out, she smiled, her red bra was visible all the way around her low cut tank top, and she climbed out of the car. This time though, she gave me a deliberate view of her red panties. They were see through boy shorts that hugged her beautiful ass, and I nearly burst in my pants. We smiled at each other as she walked away; I rushed home to masturbate and fuck my wife.
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  • Neighbors Wife

    I just witnessed a very hot lady fuck a roomful of guys and had to tell about it. I am 45 years old and live in a medium size city located in the western United States. This is pretty conservative territory, so I have never had the opportunity to participate in any wife swapping parties or orgies. I have heard rumors of a few, but that is about it. I am happily married to a great woman, Jane, who loves sex as much as I do and as far as I know she is also satisfied with our marriage.

    Our next door neighbors are not so lucky. Bill and Shelly are in their late-twenties and have had a pretty stormy relationship since moving in three years ago. This is the second marriage for both of them. They have been separated a couple of times that I know of, but always end up back together. Shelly is a hot number with nice tits and a full round ass. She looks like she is made for fucking but Bill always acts like his sex life is only average. Bill is a great guy who likes to hunt and fish and is gone most weekends enjoying his recreation. His being gone seems to contribute to the stress in his marriage.

    It was a hot Saturday and I had committed to Jane that I would build a patio and rock fireplace in our back yard while she was out of town with one of our sons at a basketball camp. A few of my friends had volunteered to help. As the day wore on, it got hotter and hotter. About the time we were all ready for a break, one of the guys reported that my neighbor was laying in the sun in a very small bathing suit and encouraged us to take a look. I felt like a dumb shit spying on my neighbor, but I had seen Shelly’s ass before in a bathing suit and it was truly worth seeing. Well, we were too loud and Shelly saw what we were doing. She rolled over on her back and raised up. There were four or five of us staring at her through the fence and I am sure she could make us out.

    She yelled “enjoying the view!” I was totally embarrassed and yelled out an apology. To my surprise, Shelly got up and walked over to the fence and told us it was perfectly alright. She said she enjoyed having men admire her body. She was wearing a white thong two piece suit which left little to the imagination. Her nipples were sticking out and I swear I could see the outline of her cunt through the bottoms. I apologized again and we retreated. For the rest of the afternoon, all the guys could talk about was Shelly.
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  • Wife and Friend Have a Night Out

    My wife was scheduled to go out with her cousin for the evening. Her cousin, Gina, had flown in for the week and they were going to a local hangout that was by one of the marinas. There was a large Tiki Bar where bands played every Saturday night. I was to watch the kids while she had her girls’ night out.

    They were both dressed to kill. My lovely wife was wearing a black mini skirt with a halter top and new bra that accentuated her 38 DD’s very nicely along with a pair of 4 in black leather boots. Her cousin was built very similar to my wife except she was about 5’7″ where Christine is 5’2″. Gina was in a pair of leather pants and tank top also with the “girls” up and out for everyone to see followed by high heeled platform shoes. Gina had just finished going through a long drawn out divorce and needed some fun time and my wife was all too happy to oblige. With Christine being a stay at home mom, I had no problem taking the kids for her to get out for some excitement and all around adult time.

    The ladies left and I told them to enjoy themselves. They giggled a response of, “We sure will!!!” and off they went. I had arranged for a car to take them and bring them to Gina’s parent’s house after the night was over since they lived closer to the marina and it would allow them more time together.

    Needless to say I did not find out what happened until the next evening. Christine and I were lying in bed and she started stroking my cock and looking at me with a mischievous grin and gleam in her eyes.

    “You’re in a horny mood tonight?” I asked.
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  • Beth Gets Around

    I don’t know what first made me suspicious that my wife was fooling around on the side. Beth is a striking brunette with large brown eyes and a gorgeous body. She didn’t have a lot of sexual experience before we married ten years ago, and I guess you’d say we had a pretty vanilla sex life.

    Until recently, that is. Then I noticed that she wanted to try some new sex positions and that sort of thing. I wondered if she was screwing one of my friends or her best friend’s husband.

    But nothing clicked until I realized she always arranged to be at home when the gardener, Jorge, came by. He often volunteered to do extra chores around the yard at no charge, too. He’s a very well-built, dark- haired Latino guy, in his late twenties, so I could understand her interest in him. I decided to sneak home when he was there to see what was up.

    One Monday recently when I knew the gardener was supposed to come by, I told Beth that I had to drive to a client’s office that is about a two-hour drive from where we live. But instead I drove to a coffee shop, killed about an hour flirting with a waitress, and drove toward home. Parking on the next street, I approached our house thru the park that runs behind it. I stood in the trees and looked into our yard.

    Sure enough, the gardener was there, but so was his helper, another good-looking Hispanic man in his early twenties. I was a bit disappointed, figuring nothing would happen with this other guy around. I could not have been more wrong.

    Beth came out the back door, glanced around, and called Jorge over to her. She stood very close to him, her ripe breasts about to burst out of her soft grey baby t-shirt. They spoke for a few minutes before signaling to Jorge’s co-worker to join them. Then, to my shock, Beth led them into the house.
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  • 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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  • First Black For My Wife

    I felt like someone had just kicked me in the balls. Thats how I felt when my wife told me that she had “gone out with another guy”. We had been married for about seven years ( talk about the itch ) and I thought our marriage was pretty good. My wife is 5’8″ 120lbs brown hair blue eyes with a pretty nice figure……small but firm tits. At first I wanted to get my hands on the bastard I was so fired up so I asked her…..who was it? I must admit I was pretty intrigued about my wife fucking some other guy so the emotions were flying. She mentioned it was “MIKE”. I knew a few guys named Mike but she said “NO” to each one I named. Then the bomb really dropped………it was a black guy that had been after her white pussy for a few weeks. After the shock……..arousal set in and I asked her for some details. Here is what she related:

    Mike had been coming into a store that she worked at in the downtown section of town. He was a polite dark skinned Jamaican fellow who was very friendly. As time wore on the conversations became a little more sexual. One time Mike came into the store with a pair of sweatpants on and said to Sandy ” Look what you do to me” and pointed to his genitals. Sandy indicated that his cock was visible running up his sweat pants and bent to the right for what must have been a good 9 inches. My wife just played off the suggestion but her pussy was getting wet thinking about Mike huge cock.

    Many suggestions went on and during that time Sandy was making comments to me that she was becoming afraid to work there but never told me specifically why (probably figured it was the only thing that could keep her from getting fucked by that black stud because she knew she couldn’t help herself) but I told her should anything happen to let me know and I would be right down. At this point I knew nothing about her and her new friend.
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  • Black Army Wife

    Being from a poor black family, after I finished college, I had to do four years in the Army to pay back what my ROTC scholarship didn’t cover. . I was commissioned a second lieutenant and assigned as a platoon leader in an infantry company. I had married LaShonda while in college and I lucked out managing to get a small married-officer quarters on the base where I was stationed.

    Things were pretty tough and money was tight. One night our commanding officer, Colonel Rose, treated all the junior officers to drinks at the ‘O’ club. Rose turned out to be quite a drinker and was soon blitzed. I offered to drive him back to his quarters so he wouldn’t get busted by the MPs and he accepted.

    I have to admit I was kissing his ass a little, but you have to do such things to get ahead in the army today, especially when you’re black-it’s still a white man’s army.

    En route home I thought I’d stop at my place and introduce Rose to LaShonda. I had this vision that my wife and Rose’s wife would soon meet and become friends, which wouldn’t be bad for my career, either. I thought my hospitality would do no harm to my career prospects and I knew that LaShonda wouldn’t mind.

    Colonel Rose is about 38. He’s a very big, imposing man about six feet three and probably around 300 pounds. He is white and played football at West Point. He always seemed aloof to the junior officers but I figured this was just the way Colonels had to act.

    I drove Rose back in my old car to find that LaShonda was still out clubbing with her friends. I offered Colonel Rose a tumbler of scotch and sat in the living room chatting with him. It seemed strange seeing him in such a relaxed mood, as he was always so stern when on duty. We sank a couple more scotches and then LaShonda got back.

    She is usually shy, had obviously had had a lot to drink and was very giggly and talkative when she staggered into the room. I thought, “Oh God! Don’t let her do anything to embarrass me now!”

    At first she was taken aback by the unexpected surprise of Colonel Rose, but she soon broke the ice by saying, “Just what I need… two lovely men!” I could see Colonel Rose’s face light up immediately. Sensing that LaShonda was probably more than a little drunk I suggested quietly to Rose that, perhaps, I should take him back to his quarters now.
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