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Hot Tub Party

It was just a normal night out. I night filled with drinking and dancing and socializing. Little did I know that it had been worth my while to wear the nice black lace bra and panties that my lover had bought for me as he had quite the night planned out for me. I didn’t have a clue.

As the night wore on I became tipsier and flirtier. I was shamelessly flirting with most of my lover’s friends until one of them half jokingly said if I didn’t stop teasing, he would follow me up on my innuendoes. I laughed him off telling him only in his wildest, hottest, steamiest fantasies. He just gave me a look that melted my pussy and made my knees weak. If I had known at that time what they had planned and what lay in store for me, I would have acted on that right then and there.

It was time to leave the bar as it was almost closing time. The guys had decided to go back to John’s to drink more beer and order pizza. I was game. I was also wishing for some lounge wear if we were hanging around. Bar clothes are great for being out, but not for hanging out. John assured me he would definitely make me comfortable when we got to his house.

The cars pulled up to the house and we all piled out. I realized that my sweet and darling lover was not in the first to cars that were at the house, he was in the beer run vehicle. I didn’t think anything of it. We headed in and as I explored the house, I discovered John was holding out on us, as there was a hot tub in the back. I gleefully cried out ‘Hot Tub Party’ and we all headed out the back. Now when you take a bunch of good-looking mid-20 early 30-year-olds add alcohol and mix in a hot tub, things can get very interesting.

I wasn’t even thinking about Jake’s early threats of revenge, I was just concerned with relaxing in the tub and having some laughs and a few more drinks. That is until I felt a hand on my thigh. Above the water, you wouldn’t know what was happening, and beneath the concealment of the bubbles and darkness of the back yard I started to receive some caresses which were working their way up my thigh. I was hiding that there was anything goin on uder the water, continuing the conversation with Mark who was on my other side. I finally realized that it wasn’t my lover beside but his buddy Jake. He whispered that the revenge had just begun. I realized that during my intense conversation that the other girls had disappeared into the house with their respective guys and that it was only Mark, Dave and Jake in the tub with me.
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My Wife and Her Sister

My wife, Susan, is five feet, one inch tall, under a hundred pounds — a tiny lady. She is a beautiful, red-haired, green-eyed, sexy, young woman. She has great legs, a tight, round ass, and the biggest tits imaginable on such a petite frame. They don’t sag and look positively mouthwatering without a bra.
I love Susan very much and respect her as a person, but I have to admit that what first caught my eye were these huge, firm 34-D’s on such a tiny girl. We’ve been married a little over five years, and have had a great marriage — until now. Susan has a much older sister, Linda, who looks completely different from Susan.

Linda is tall and skinny (not thin — skinny), probably 5’10” or 5’11”, with no ass or tits. Anyway, Linda is a very successful realtor living in San Diego, and we hadn’t seen her since our wedding day. We exchanged Christmas cards and photos, and the sisters called each other, but that was it, until last month. I don’t get to travel as often as I used to (damned FAX machines!), so when I was assigned a trip to San Diego, I called Susan right away and suggested she join me so she could visit her sister.

Susan wanted to surprise Linda so we didn’t announce our arrival, and instead, we just drove to her house, walked up to the front door, and rang the bell. There was no answer. Susan suggested we look around back in case Linda was in the pool or gardening. As we approached the high privacy fence around the pool area, we heard voices.

Both Susan and I pushed our faces close to the fence and peeked between the redwood slats. I had never seen anything like it in my life! Linda was face down on several towels, on her knees with her ass high in the air, while this tan, young guy was ramming in and out of her cunt with the biggest cock I have ever seen on a man — and it wasn’t just long, it was thick, too. And that’s when all my troubles began! Watching Susan’s reaction to the sight before us, I could see that she was completely turned-on. A virgin when we married, she had often told me that my normal six-inch cock was perfect and that even it stretched her tight cunt at times.

I’m sure she had never even imagined a cock the size of the one plowing into her sister. I have seen more than a few x-rated videos, and the cock I was watching was bigger than any I had ever seen, even on the famous professional stars. I felt major male insecurities at that moment. I saw that this wasn’t the right time to disturb Linda and her friend and I pulled Susan away from the fence. We returned to the rental car and waited about an hour.

Later, when Linda opened the door to our knock, the two sisters had a happy, tear-filled reunion and we met Jason, the guy now living with Linda. At 20 years old, Jason was 21 years Linda’s junior, and was almost five years younger than Susan and I. He was muscle- beefy, tanned, and blonde — the perfect California stud. Over dinner, we found out that Jason had been Linda’s pool maintenance boy before he moved in with her. Linda insisted that Susan and I stay with her and Jason, so after dinner we collected our things from the hotel and drove back out to Linda’s house.
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Strip Poker With The Guys

Hubby would be home any minute with his buddies. The food was prepped and the beer was cold. Their monthly Poker Night was their little tradition and I had no problem with it. It normally consisted of a trip to a couple of strip clubs then back to one of their homes for a night of cards and drinking.

It was our turn to host the poker night and I had gone all out. Tons of food, cold beers and the hot little French Maid outfit I would be wearing while I served them. My husband knew about the food and beer but even he would be surprised at my attire for the evening. My husband works hard and I wanted the night to be a little extra special for him.

I was in the final stages of primping when I heard the car pull up. I stuffed my big tits into my new black bra with white lace trim and stepped into my thong with matching white lace trim. I pulled on my black stockings and attached them to my garter belt and stepped into my high heels. I stepped in front of the mirror and put the final touch of my little black apron around my waist. I stood at the mirror and admired my outfit and my well toned body. My tits were bulging and my thong framed my tight ass very nicely.

The door opened and I could hear them downstairs obviously still horny from watching the big fake tits prancing around the strip clubs. With one last adjustment in the mirror I was pretty confident that this outfit would cause them to quickly forget the strippers.

I waltzed down the steps and into the dining room where they had settled at the table to start playing cards. One pair of eyes looked up and then another. The another and another until all 6 pairs of eyes were fixed on me.

“Good evening Gentlemen,” I said in my best French accent. “I’ll be serving you tonight. Have you been naughty tonight?”

They all yelled “yes” and I told them with a twinkle in my eye that I would serve them anyway. I walked around the table and bent over to take each ones order. Their eyes followed my cleavage as they tried to order a beer and I could feel the guy behind me staring at my barely covered ass. I brought their beers back and then brought in some trays of appetizers I had made. I had left empty spaces on the trays for my tits to rest on while I served each guy individually. Their hands were within inches of my tits as they helped themselves to the appetizers.
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Birthday Bang

It was a boring evening. All I was doing was stare at the television in a blue funk. The Mets were losing; crime was up, and much like my love life, the stock market sucked. Nothing new or exciting. And then the telephone rang.

I answered it to a woman on the other end. “Hello,” she said, “This is Mary. Is Kevin there?”

How nice! I thought, a sweet sexy sounding woman’s voice to talk to. But she was asking for another guy.

“Sorry, ma’am,” I answered, “but you’ve got the wrong number.” I hung up. But that voice stayed on my mind and I wondered what she looked like.

Minutes later the phone rang again. When I answered it I was surprised and pleased to hear her voice again. She asked the same question. Only this time, I thought I would be a bit flirtatious, and see what happened.

“No, Mary…. Kevin isn’t here but if you don’t mind my saying, I truly love your voice and I’d love to entertain you even though I’m not Kevin.”

She laughed at my response and asked my name.

“I’m Roger. But you can Rog.”

She giggled a little and said, “Well, Rog. Your voice sounds pretty sexy.”

We ended up talking for hours that evening. We learned a lot about each other. Mary told me that she was a 39- year-old office assistant and part-time personal trainer at a gym franchise. She explained that she just had her divorce of 5 years finalized and that she was looking for her friend, Kevin, to spend a few hours with to relieve her of her misery.

However, our telephone conversation managed to do the trick. I kept Mary laughing and in a good mood. That one evening turned into a daily, 2-hour telephone conversation between Mary and I.

Two weeks after our first conversation, Mary called feeling depressed because it was her birthday and she didn’t have her husband or friend to spend it with. I suggested to her that I would be happy to take her out for her birthday. But she said, “Rog, I am a bit older than you baby. I doubt that we would have anything in common.”

I am 25 and work as a department store manager. I explained to her, “But Mary, this doesn’t have to be a romantic thing if you don’t want. This is a simple Happy Birthday ‘get together’ to bring in your 40th birthday.”

She was somehow convinced so we agreed to meet at a public location and celebrate her birthday. But I had a great surprise for her.
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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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Tina At The Porn Shop

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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Hot Wife

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

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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Her Wicked Past

My name is Jason and I’m 34 years old and I am married to a wonderful woman named Beth. We have been married for 3 years and everything has been wonderful. Beth is 5’7” inches tall, has brown hair, gorgeous brown eyes, and great soft skin. She’s very thin and has a small cute chest, but has a killer ass. I mean killer. In fact shortly after I met her, she revealed to me that she was in a Playboy college girls issue. And after a few dates she finally showed it to me (her ass and the issue!). Although she seemed to be pretty open and honest about herself throughout our dating and since our wedding, I’ve always avoiding discussing her college days with her, the Playboy shoot, and her past. We get along great though and I felt like at least I could tell her anything.

Her college was having a reunion weekend so we drove there for the weekend. It was at a hotel on her campus and all of the other people attending stayed there too. The reunion was fun, we got there Friday night and there were tons of functions scheduled for the different classes that were there and she introduced me to a lot of her old sorority friends on the first night, a few of which were very very hot.

We walked around campus and hung out on Saturday with her old roommate and friend Diane and her husband Thomas, who both graduated with my wife. There were really cool people and I hit it off well with Thomas while my wife gabbed away with Diane. We went into a clothing store that the girls wanted to go into and Thomas and I waited and chatted while the girls tried on clothes. I was talking to Thomas about all of them in their college days and wasn’t really paying attention to the girls until Beth stepped out of the dressing room to look in the mirror. I think mine and Thomas’s heart’s stopped. Beth was wearing the tightest and smallest pair of white cotton shorts I’ve ever seen. They didn’t even completely cover the bottom of her ass cheeks, and her long tan legs came out of them and contrasted with the white. The name of her school was written across the back in black block letters.

“Holy shit” I said out loud without even realizing it.

I looked at Thomas who had an ear to ear grin across his face.

He said “Now that’s the ass I remember!” under his breath.

He then came back down to earth it seemed and realized that he was talking to her husband, and started apologizing.

“Oh man, sorry, I didn’t mean to say that, its just…” he stammered trying to take both of his feet out of his mouth.

“It’s ok” I said half giggling, “I understand, I know better than anybody that she does have a great butt.”

Thomas responded under his breath again “I’m not sure better then anybody” He said it more as a wisecrack than anything and I figured he meant it in a harmless way.
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