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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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Stripper Spice

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

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

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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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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Bukkake Dee

It was a set up. My lovely wife Dee had always stirred me that she wanted to be gang banged. She is 39, almost 40 actually- her birthday being in June 15th. She stands 5’10’ tall and is a stunning long-legged blonde with nice perky breasts and the most amazing blue cock sucking eyes I have ever had the pleasure of gazing into.

Our sex life was speckled with multi-partner adventures. She loved cock…what can I say?

I told her to meet me at the Bouncing Balls pool parlour. We loved to play pool and had our own table. I told her some friends were meeting us there. I told her to dress sexy – short skirt and heels. I knew she would, as she loved to tease other guys and make their wives shitty with her flirting. The name of the pub was a strange coincidence…because before long balls would be bouncing all over my hot wife’s chin.

Without letting her know, I had booked the back room of the Bouncing Ball. It was famous for wild parties and buck’s night celebrations. The owner pretty much turned a blind eye to what went on in there, as it was separated from the rest of the place by two security doors, and as long as he got paid, what the hell.

When Dee arrived, she as shown through to the back room by the bouncer, Tony. I’d paid him an extra $50 cash to look after things on the night.

For three weeks I’d been organising the men. I didn’t want anyone that either Dee or I knew. I’d posted a few ads on the internet and managed to find twenty blokes that met the criteria. Without going into it in too much detail, they had to be young, well muscled and clean of disease. Dee has a thing for muscled guys, and I was insistent that they were proven disease free before letting them loose on the wife!
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Annas First Time

I have a girl that works for me in my law office every Saturday. Her name is Anna. She’s such a delight, a sweet innocent young girl. Saturday is the day I’m always there alone catching up from the week while Anna does all my filing for me. Anna is really quite a cute little girl; at least that’s the way I see her. She’s about 5′ 7″ tall and very, very slender. I figure she only weighs about 100 pounds. Anna just turned eighteen a few weeks ago, but you’d never guess that. She looks like she’s only 14 or 15 years old. Maybe that’s what makes her so exciting to me. She’s got a great body with small breasts maybe only a 30 or 32 inch chest. Her waist is very thin perhaps 22 inches if that, and hips matching her attractive figure. But then there’s Anna’s rear end. Yes, her ass. Her ass is what always catches my attention. Many Saturday afternoons I’ve stared at her while she was filing and just gazed at her well-proportioned bottom.

I always loved those days when Anna would wear a blouse and a short skirt, especially her pleated skirt. When she wears that, she looks like she’s ready for cheerleading practice. Needless to say I have a hard time concentrating on my work those days. I would spend most of my time watching Anna and those smooth slender legs. Every time she bent down and her skirt rode up higher, I’d catch a glimpse of her soft supple thighs.

“My God,” I would think. “Look at those gorgeous legs.” You talk about driving a man nuts; well this is what was happening to me. Sometimes when she sat at the table next to my desk her legs would be apart a bit and I would get a peek up underneath her skirt. One day she inadvertently had her legs spread allot and I could see everything. “Pink panties,’ I said to myself. “What a fucking cute girl.” It took allot of willpower to keep from grabbing her and feeling her up.

Anna is a very proper young lady always being quite polite and appreciative of having a job and working for me. Although I’ve daydreamed many times of having a go at her petite gorgeous body, I never really thought anything more of it or that anything could happen because she always acted so professional. She did her work, went home and that was that.

Well this one Saturday everything was normal. Anna was filing some papers bending down to the bottom drawer and I was staring at her cute ass as I usually did. And she had on that pleated skirt. I must have been daydreaming more than usual looking up her dress, because the next thing I realized was Anna staring right back at me. At first I was a little embarrassed for being caught staring at her, but she just smiled and looked back at me. However, what started out as a simple glance at each other soon became a long inviting stare. I was wondering what she was thinking and I was convinced she was thinking about my nasty thoughts.
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Soaked Panties

Claude was a lonely 45 year old man. He lived all by himself in a nice house in the suburbs of Phoenix. His wife had left him years ago for a man who made more money, taking his 2 sons with her. Claude was constantly depressed, constantly seeing his suburban neighbors spending time with their families, playing games, having barbeques, going to church, school. Especially his next door neighbors, the Swansens. The Swansens were seemingly a perfect family: Jake Swansen worked at a law firm and Marie Swansen owned her own pool shop. Their daughters, Katie and Becky were beautiful. Katie was a gorgeous 19 year old sandy blonde who excelled at tennis and had many friends. Becky was also popular. She was an 18 year old high school cheerleader with blonde hair and a great tan complexion. Claude would watch the successful Swansens return home from work, school, practice, and vacations, and admire how beautiful they all were.

But then Claude would have to return to his own pathetic reality. He spent most of his days drinking and looking at porn on the internet. He was so consumed by the babes he’d see on his screen, that he didn’t have any motivation to go out and talk to real women. But porn made him happy.
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