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Nostalgic Recollections From The Golden Age Of Troilism

Sleep never came easily to Pam. The collection of little brown bottles on the bedside table bore witness to that. But tonight no amount of sleeping pills would stop the endless stream of images running through her brain.

Memories of a stranger’s hands running smoothly over her breasts; warm brown eyes that tried to hold her gaze but were drawn irresistibly downwards, to where the tight black curls of her sex were on show. Images of her husband’s expressions as he watched her being mounted, the disbelief in his staring eyes, the seedy, grubby fascination, the way he kept licking his dry lips. Glimpses of the compulsion that had driven him to arrange his own cuckolding.

But Sam, at least, had no trouble sleeping. He was on his side, turned away from her as usual, breathing deeply and slowly. Back there on The Heath, as she took the stranger into her, as she gave her husband his first piece of fresh cream pie, she’d vowed he’d pay for his pleasures, that she’d make him clean up every last drop of the sperm she’d taken for him. But like most of her plans, it hadn’t happened. As soon as he’d come, he’d lost all interest. As usual. And when she’d not taken her shower but come to bed with the stranger’s semen still inside her, he’d shown no interest, even when she tried to blow him, which usually worked. I bet the cunning bastard knew what I’d got planned for him, she thought.

So she’d laid there for hours, listening to the clock, re-living the action, still stunned that she’d actually done it. Wanting to talk it through with him, to understand. Wanting to clean herself up and yet needing to keep something of Mick inside her. It was him that had made the difference, she decided. Tipped the scales, made her decide to go through with it. She hadn’t expected him to be so young, or smell so good, or be so gentle, or make it last so long. Or make her come the way he had.

I bet Ginger wasn’t expecting that, either, she thought, smiling a slow, contented smile and slipping her hand between her legs. Yes, it was still there, though it was a sticky wetness now, not slick and slippery like at first. She sniffed her fingers, trying to recall the smell of him but it had been hours ago and the scent was no longer fresh.

Ugh! Time for a shower. She swung her legs off the bed and walked naked into the bathroom.

Ginger slept on, oblivious.

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The events of Tuesday night provided virtually the sole topic of conversation for the rest of the week. Ginger could be boring at the best of times but he wouldn’t let the subject drop and drove Pam to distraction. Within hours, it had become a total obsession and she listened with mounting concern as one plan replaced another.

They’d advertise in contact mags. They’d join a nudist club. He could take Polaroids. No, better still they’d use some of that money his father had left him and go to Amsterdam. They had clubs there where you could just walk in and fuck whoever you liked. And they ought to get a video camera. And anyway, he’d heard rumours that there were parts of The Heath where couples put on shows while guys watched. Even joined in if you wanted them to. And there wasn’t just Mick either. What about Mark? You two certainly seemed to hit it off last Christmas at the firm’s party. Yes, thinking about it, they shouldn’t stick with just one man. You never know what might happen. You might develop feelings for each other. Yep, we ought to stick to strangers, thinking about it. Safer that way.

Pam felt her spirits sink as one grand scheme after another unfolded. She knew resistance was useless once her husband locked on to a new craze. He would just keep on and on and on, wearing her down until she gave in. The only way out was via the bedside bottles of sleeping pills or through the door. And she’d tried them both before and failed. She was thirty eight and fading fast. She couldn’t support herself on her salary as a part-time medical receptionist. Not in anything like the lifestyle they enjoyed now. A wimp, a failure. She couldn’t even give him the children they’d both wanted so much. And the sex had been going downhill for years.

Until Tuesday night, that is.

On Tuesday night she’d done the unthinkable. Given herself to a man she had never met before, an old school friend of her husband’s. And actually enjoyed it. No, more than that, she’d loved every minute of it. Once she’d realised that she was not being offered like some ritual sacrifice to a dirty old man with bad breath. No, the stranger had been a man she would have fancied across a crowded room. A man she would have relished an affair with.

Not that there’d been many of those, lately.

Not like in the early years, when she first realised that marrying Ginger was the biggest mistake of her life. She’d still had some spirit then. Nothing too risky, of course. Friends and neighbours mainly. Oh and a couple of memorable quickies with a gorgeous lifeguard at that expensive hotel in the South of France. Once even while Ginger was in the same room as them, flat-out dead drunk on the couch where they’d left him, while they used the double bed just a few feet away. Ironic, really. There she’d been, pulling the pillow over her face as she came, so she wouldn’t wake him up and yet all the time he would have enjoyed watching. Especially, she now realised, if she’d let him follow the guy in. Given him - what was that expression he used? - oh yes, a nice slice of cream pie. Read the rest of this entry »

Nostalgic Recollections from the Golden Age of Troilism

They had chosen their target carefully, in a pub some twenty miles away from home and Julie had eventually agreed, in the warmth of their bed, that if it had to be somebody, then he seemed nice enough.

Played it down well, thought Rich. With just a touch of reproach, even resignation in her voice. But when he still hadn’t mentioned it two days later, her casual inquiry had been just a bit too casual.

“Don’t suppose you’ve done anything about that guy we saw?”

So he teased her, saying he was having second thoughts about the whole thing. And he watched her wipe down the table with a new intensity, her lips clamped tight as she worked out her answer.

“Well, like I said, we could do it in stages. No need to go mad. Just a quick session in the back seat, just like you and Maggie last Christmas. No need to go any further than you did.”

Ouch! Finding himself alone with her best friend in the back of a car after a party, he’d taken full advantage of her drunken affections. He’d always fancied Maggie and within five minutes had finally got inside her pants. Just about the exact moment the door burst open and Julie and Maggie’s husband got in.

He wondered if she’d seen how far he’d got in that five minutes. Far enough to know what a lovely little hot-pot Tom could tuck in to whenever he liked. If he bothered. Naturally, he had only admitted to a quick kiss and a cuddle. But Julie and Maggie had been friends since their schooldays.

Oh well, perhaps deep down he’d planned it all. Catching him like that gave Julie every right to get her own back. And that, he was beginning to admit, was what he wanted more than anything else. He’d always felt an unbearable lightness in his stomach whenever she flirted or danced with his friends. And yet he always encouraged her. It took several years and a particularly wild party before he came to appreciate that he actually enjoyed it. The revelation came when, quite by accident, he’d seen Julie going up the stairs, followed seconds later by Tom, their host. The two had been dancing closely at every opportunity and seemed oblivious to the knowing looks they’d been getting. Read the rest of this entry »

You can always rely on Friday night for something, reflected the man driving the gray van. The traffic on the ring road was at a standstill, as it always was at nearly six. Particularly on a Friday.

Last week he’d got three, all on video, he reflected. The best one was the young couple in the old Ford. They were so hot for each other they couldn’t wait for it to go dark and he hadn’t needed the night sight attachment. These new camcorders were amazing and even though dusk had been falling, he’d got near perfect colour pictures of them folding back the passenger seat and making love.

At first he couldn’t see much because the guy had covered her. But after he’d come, he’d got off and sprawled back in his own seat, leaving her laid out, practically naked, tits on show, legs spread for all to see. Well, anyone perfectly hidden fifty feet up the hill above them, with a long lens and a polarizing filter to kill the reflection off the screen. Yeah, that was the best of the three technically but the last one, the threesome in the Renault, had intrigued him the most.

Plenty of couples came up to The Heath for sex. He’d been watching them for more than ten years. And he was not alone. Most of them had their fun and left an hour or two later none the wiser that they’d been providing arousal for anything up to five or six voyeurs, or toms, as the man called them. Voyeur was not a word he used lightly. He considered himself to be the only true voyeur on the whole of The Heath. The only professional. The only one never to have been spotted by his victims. Well, except the once. And then he hadn’t had to run or fight - they’d just burned rubber all the way off The Heath. The rest, the toms, were just amateurs, crashing through the undergrowth, getting too close, fucking things up. Just peeping fucking toms, with no fieldcraft whatsoever.

But organized threesomes were bit out of the ordinary. Sure, The Heath had its regular exhibitionists, a dozen or so couples who put on shows for the toms. And sure, occasionally a door might be opened, an invitation issued and somebody’s wife might get fucked by whoever was doing the watching. He’d seen it dozens of times. They’d just kneel on the passenger seat, go down on their old man, stick their ass out the door and take the fuck. Usually without wanting to know who was doing it. Which was just as well, he reflected grimly.

Sometimes these impromptu threesomes even developed into gang bangs, with the word going round and three or four more turning up. He never joined in himself. That would have meant making himself known to the others. And in all the time he’d been working The Heath not one of the toms had ever spotted him on a couple. He was that good. And he wasn’t going to change things by joining a line of sad old bastards taking turns on some sad old tart who had had to get falling-over drunk before she could go through with it. Just to keep her old man happy. Read the rest of this entry »

My husband and I are avid BBsers and enjoy some of the Adult stories we read on a local Adult Board we have here in Tucson. We ‘ve lived in Arizona for 12 years now ever since Bill (Hubby) got transfered here. We have two kids ages 7 & 9, we’ve been married for 13 years. I’m 34 and Bill is 38. Our sex life has been great, but last year it got even better than ever! And that is what I am going to tell you about.

First off, I am 5″7″ tall, weigh 120 Lbs, and have redish brown hair, on my head and my pussy. I am considered atractive, but I’m not the Marilyn Monroe of the 90’s. I keep myself physically fit with arobics and diet when necessary. Bill is also slim and muscular and we look good together. We’ve read a lot about guys who want to see thier wives have sex with another guy or another woman. We hadn’t really discussed it in length, just kind of had it in mind and talked about it some. The other woman thing is completley out as far as I am concerned anyway! blah!!

We do enjoy the outdoors and quite often go hiking way out into the desert or up in the mountains. Bill’s hobby is photography so he loves to take nude shots of me when we are alone. We often strip completely bare and hike that way and make love out in the wilderness. Bill loves the redish tint to my brown pussy hair and prefers that I don’t trim it. So going to the beach or pools is out. We have our own swimming pool which makes it easier, for me not to trim it.

Anyway, on this patticular ocassion Bill not only brought along his regualr camera, but also brought his camcorder and tripod. It was on a nice and warm summer day, Saturday. The kids were at camp with the kids next door. We decided to go out on one of our naked hikes and photography sessions. We drove out to one of our favorite places, parked the car and struck out for parts unknown.

Once out far enough, we both stripped completely nude except for our hiking boots and kept hiking. Bill had the equipment and a blanket in a back pack he brought with some wine and water for us to enjoy later. We came to a nice rocky area that was very nicely sandy like a beach. We spread the blanket and I took off my boots and socks and laid on the blanket doing a series of sexy poses for Bill and his camera. They were having an effect as I watched his cock begin to harden as he kept shooting pictures. He had set up the camcorder on a tripod, and was going to save that for when we made love.

I was laying on the blanket with my one leg raised so he could get a good shot of my pussy, when I thought I saw someone behind one of the rocks nearby. I told Bill about what I thought I had seen and he dismissed it as me seeing things because we were way out in the middle of nowhere. But I swore I had seen someone. Bill finally put the camers down and went over and behind the rocks where I had seen the movement. After a couple of minutes, to my surprise, he came back around the rocks with another guy. I quickly got up and was going for my clothes, when Bill told me to relax and stay put. Read the rest of this entry »

My wife Karen and I had been married 4 years when this occured, and its been beautiful ever since. We openly discussed our secret sex fantasies with each other. And thats all they remained until fate made one of them a reality.

We are both in our early 30’s, and both have careers, so we decided on not having children or maybe adopting later in life. Karen is a gorgeous, auburn haired 5″6″, 125 Lb. woman. She is always receiving stares whereever we go. That always kind of turned me on to see other guys staring at my wife. So it was an easy transition for me to want to see her with another guy. It started after I had read about it in some of the stories about men who get turned on watching their wives fuck another guy.

Karen had a fantasy of getting two men at one time, which kind of fit along the lines of my fantasy. But thats all they were was fantasies. We used them while making love to heighten our climaxes. Karen would straddle me and take me deep into her and begin to tell me how much she would love to be in a bed with two guys, one fucking her from behind while she sucked the other guys cock at the same time. Or I’d tell her how I’d love to be watching as she did it with the two guys. It was harmless and it served our purpose of arousal.

Karen’s parents live out in Arizona, just outside of Tucson. Her dad is a retired builder, who built his own retirement house there in Arizona. We had been out there on several occassions, and loved it. The house was out in the middle of nowhere. The nearest house could barely be seen down the dirt road that acessed the property. The house was forgeous, with 5 bedrooms, 4 complete bathrooms, huge deck and a swimming pool.

Last year, her parents decided they were going to go to Europe on a vacation. Karen’s mom called with a great idea, if we wanted to do it. We would take our vacations at the same time and go out and house sit and relax at their home for the two weeks that they would be gone. I was ready for time off and jumped at the idea.

When we arrived, her parents were leaving the next day, so we took them to the airport. Karen’s mother suddenly said that she had forgotten to tell Jamey that they would be gone for a couple of weeks and not to come over. Who is Jamey i asked. Turns out that Jamey was a neighbor boy who helped my father in law build his house. He was a senior in high school and was on the swim team. My inlaws let him use their pool about twice a week to practice.

My mother in law gave us the phone number and told us to call and to explain the situation to him. We had been there two days already and neither of us remebered to call anybody. The pool area was at the back of the house, and was so private, since the house was even at the end of a long driveway, that we laid around the pool naked and swam that way. It was fun, especially sliding it into Karen’s hot pussy underwater. Read the rest of this entry »

Before I tell you my TRUE story and how it came about let me tell you that my husband loves to eat other men’s cum out of my pussy! And I love having it put there by another guy and love to have my husband suck me afterward. So thats what this is about. But the way it occurred was very interesting.

I am 27 years old, 5′ 7″ tall with my husband calls the sexiest legs in town, with 36c tits that don’t really need a bra except to hide my extra big nipples. I work out regularly and have a very nice build, that is envied by most of my friends. I am a natural red head on top and on my slit. My husband Bill is 10 years older than I am, and is in top physical shape himself. With an average or so 7″ cock. WE have two children, (another reason I am proud of my body) One 5 and one 6. We have been married 8 years.

We had never really discussed any fantasies with eachother while made love. Although I did seem to notice that Bill would become very horny, whenever we went out dressed up, especially if I dressed kind of sexy. Bill would often encourage me to not wear a bra, depending on where we were going. I have to confess, I also enjoyed the looks that I got from the other husbands too.

One evening last fall, our friends and neighbors and us were to go over to another couples anniversary party. Bill was upstairs still getting dressed, and I had gone downstairs to the laundry room in my robe and panties to get a clean bra out of the dryer. Our laundry room is off of our kitchen by the back door of the house. John and Marie, the people we were going with were to come over when they were ready. They always used our back door since they lived behind us.

I had found the bra I wanted out of the dryer, and had taken off my robe, when in the back door came John. Since the laundry door was open, he peered in as I was standing there in only my transparent bikini briefs and my naked breasts open to his view. I didn’t quite know how to react, so I tried to cover my breasts with my hands. John’s eyes lowered to the red triangle between my legs and then muttered “oops sorry” and went on into the kitchen. I put my robe back on and went into the kitchen. John was sitting at the kitchen table as though he had just came in. He told me that marie was still getting ready and would be over shortly. As I started to go back up stairs, I saw John stand up and go to the refridgerator for a beer. I froze on the stairs when he turned back towrds the table. He had a big hard on tenting the front of his pants. He didn’t know I was still on the stairs, and could see him. Read the rest of this entry »

 The following is a true story of some of the adventures my wife and I have shared. Her name is Hilda, she is from Mexico, about 5′4″ tall, 118-122lbs, and legs just made to wrap around a man and squeeze his back until it breaks.When I met Hilda she was a virgin, of all things, and until we moved to Alabama in 1995, we had only had sex together. This all changed oone spring when we began discussing a more open lifestyle, and I shared my fantasy of seeing her with another man. As luck would have it, we desperately needed money after an illness I contracted, and was out of work for a few months. The local strip joint called Fantasia was auditioning dancers for the dayshift. I thought about it and I decided to buy Hilda a couple of lingerie outfits. She was skeptical at first, but decided to go allong. I had talked to the manager over the phone and she had agreed to let me watch her dance as long as I didn’t interfere.

With Hilda’s dancing. I quickly agreed and anxiously waited for the day she started. The following Monday, I drove her to the club. She was so nervous I thought she’d puke in the car. She had a fairly short red skirt, stockings w/garters, and heels that complimented perfectly her great legs and ass. Her size 34 tits looked so damn sexy in the push-up bra/teddy combination. I went in first and sat in a good spot while she waited a couple of minutes. The place was a real redneck joint ok, and the clientele was a little on the shady side. I wondered if Hilda could handle herself in a place like this. She came in and sat down after she spoke with the bartender/manager named Melba. Melba was a rough looking woman, but very fair and protective. She told Hilda if she wanted the job she could have it and she would train her, on how to dance real sexy, and turn on the customers. Hilda doesn’t need help in that area, however, as almost immediately, a rather drunk patron stagered over to the table where Hilda was watching the other girl dance and sat down, snuggling up real close. She was startled at first, but she smiled at him as she answered his questions. Yes, she was new, and yes she would take off her clothes later, and she would do a table dance later on, and his company was appreciated. Watching the girl named Melissa dance, I also kept an eye on Hilda as the man slowly slid his huge hand to her right thigh and squeezed. She smiled at him nervously as he began stroking her thigh from her knee back to mid thigh, squeezing her thigh in appreciation. My cock began to strain mightily against my jeans as I watched my fantasy being fulfilled. She was doing great! Then he slowly forced his hand higher, trying to open her legs more. She squeezed her thighs closed, trying not to let him gain access to her twat, but he reached under the table, lifted her leg onto his leg, and ran his hand to her crotch. Her pussy was clearly visible now as I watched him finger her snatch through her panties. Her skirt was almost to hip level by this time as the man pulled her panties to one side and forced two fingers in. He leaned over to her face, which had a very shocked expression, and kissed her on the lips, his tongue searching deep in her mouth. To my surprise she responded and kissed him back. His hand worked her clit furiously under the table until it was time for her number. She got up on stage, and despite the nervousness, did very well. The other customers in the club, all crowded around as she danced, holding out their tips, rubbing her thighs, grabbing a quick feel as she danced close to them. ‘ Read the rest of this entry »

 I was shaking when I made the final decision half because I was excited and half because I was nervous as to if my decision was correct. My wife, Sarah, was a tall(standing at 5′7″), beautiful, sexy woman of 26 when we were married. She had a perfect set of tits that would move rythmically with her perfect round ass when she walked with her conservative and quick steps. Though she was dumb and poor(that was one thing I liked in her, for I liked helpless girls), she looked innocent and well-bred. Her innocent looking pale blue eyes were her highlights. Her first husband was a drunkard. He had been torture itself. He was a car driver and died in an unfortunate(fortunate for me, rather) car accident. We were married two years before and had led a regular sex life for the first year. When I married her my wife was a widow with a 5 year old son.However, I had a very active sex life and could not be satisfied with the regular sex with my wife(though we had had all forms of sex between us). Not to say that my wife was unsexual because she complies with anything I say (remember I married her when she was helpless), but I was always unsatifactory though I never showed it to her. Every day I was growing more and more restless and had to divert my attention every time I drift to thinking, how to make my sex life more exciting, because I usually landed up with ideas in my dreams of see my wife as a slut. That day, I knew that that day would come sooner or later, I took the decision and I wanted my wife to know nothing of it. I looked at the watch and it was 4pm. It was a saturday. I quickly called my friends, John, Tim, Bill and Pad(I haven’t given full name for the fear of disclosing their identity). I told them that they had an exciting evening to look forward and arranged to meet me in my house for dinner. That evening I cunningly selected a sexy outfit for my wife. A black one, which exposed her tits a little at the top and her sexy legs till the knees. She was not at all suspicious, because I was always used to pick up an `irrelevant’ dress for her. I was excited as hell and my hands were shaking. My friends turned up at around 7pm and was not at all suprised to see my wife in that dress because they have seen her in all sorts of fancy dresses before. They sat in the sofa in the hall and I called my wife for drinks to be served. She came out and bent down to place the plates on the table before us. I saw through my corner that Bill was trying hard to take a look at her tits. He saw me looking and felt embarrased. I just winked at him. She handed us our glasses and there were more jealously looks from others. She went inside. Read the rest of this entry »

 I would like to believe I’m fairly typical,with a normal life with a few exceptions along the way. I’m 47 had seven (for the most part) lovely wives and have always enjoyed a great sex life. As I have gotten a little older I’ve worry a bit about sex not being as good as it once was, but I can tell you that’s not the case. Just a little back ground about me and some of my past leading up to the true story I’m about to tell you.My first wife (Gail) was my best friend’s girl friend until I started dating her. Gail had nice tits and a lovely ass, before and after we got married we would fuck any were. In the park along side the road, once on the roof of our house, the cops almost caught us that time, you name it we fucked there. About a year after we married we started playing around with Billy and Sally, I never fucked Sally nor Billy, Gail but we did about everything else and I really enjoyed them watching as Gail and I fuck and sucked in a room full of people. But that’s an other story.

Next was Sharon small tits big ass but back then a very pretty face. We didn’t do much different as far as sex went she didn’t even like to suck my dick. We would get naked with my first wife’s ex boy friend, by the way even after I married his girl friend we are still close friends 30 years later. The four of us would run around my little lake front cabin naked we even drove in town one Sunday morning to get Pepsis naked but not much else.

Next came Karen. Now this was a different story. The first time I met her, a married friend of mine who would use my apt. From time to time had brought her over to the house. I heard them come in but I was in the bedroom with a young lady and did think much of it, I knew it was Dick. After a while I got up naked, went to the kitchen for a beer and there stood Dick with Karen on her knees sucking his dick, I said something like nice job and went back to my date. The next morning I found Karen had left her sweater behind, at work I asked Dick about her and he told me to go for it and about a year later we were married. Read the rest of this entry »

It was an expensive hotel and the door to the room closed with a sigh and a click. Phil hadn’t bothered with goodbyes. Neil forced open his eyes and tried to forget the ache in his head and the taste in his mouth. Vodka. Nothing got Paula going quite like vodka and the bottle was empty. Three glasses and a full ash-tray, he noticed. Oh, and a bedside clock showing 2.17am. Quite a night.
The three of them had gone back to the room after a long and boisterous dinner. Paula hadn’t eaten much - the churning in her stomach had made sure of that. But she’d drunk plenty. And after a few drinks, the thought of what they were going to do later didn’t seem so bad. Phil was attractive, with a streak of self-deprecation she found charming. And her husband Neil was always good fun once he’d had a drink.
Some time through the third bottle of Chardonnay she’d even started flirting with her two suitors. She knew she always blossomed when she was the centre of attention. She just couldn’t help it. As a girl she had loved nothing better than dressing up and showing off. Her prettiest dresses to her adoring father, her waist-length hair to her envious sisters. Her knickers to the boys in the school playground. She felt herself reddening at the memories and took a long pull at her drink. Oh well, twenty years on this wasn’t so very different. Just bigger boys and smaller knickers, that’s all.
And she didn’t have to go through with it. Just give it a try, Neil had pleaded. You can stop any time you feel like it, he’d told her time and time again. Richie and Julie love it. Just give it a try. Just for me Paula. Go on, just this once, please.
She looked closely at the man opposite. The fair-haired stranger she’d only just met. The man she’d agreed to have sex with. A quiet man with warm brown eyes, that’s how her friend Julie had described him. And lovely in bed, Paula! Just look at the pictures Richie took of us. Every position you can think of. And he lasts for ages, Paula. You’ve got to give him a go. It doesn’t bother me, honestly. And no, it won’t change things between you and Neil. Well, it will, actually. It’ll put new life in him! Richie’s been like a rabbit ever since. . . .
Paula flushed and the churning started up again. I’m going to do it, she kept thinking. I’m really going to do it with him. That’s why she’d insisted on a hotel. And Neil wants to watch, does he? Well if she knew her husband, he would chicken out before she did. It would serve him right, losing face like that. Try bragging about that to Julie and Richie, next time they came round for a drink, full of bright ideas.
The warm brown eyes were looking deep into hers and she felt herself responding. Yeah, she’d give him a try. Why not? She held out her glass and the stranger topped it up. Read the rest of this entry »

We called him Dimex because that was the name on the side of his truck. Of all the voyeurs on The Heath, he was the best. Even better than me. Except we felt uncomfortable with the word ‘voyeur’, so called ourselves doggers. You kind of sensed Dimex rather than saw him, but eventually I met up with him. It was a hot Saturday afternoon and I was on a young couple that had chosen to make love in the shade of some trees - the ones I was using as cover to keep watch on the main car park. So it was pure chance I got so close. In effect, they came to me. All I had to do was lie low and let the camouflage gear do its job. Otherwise, I would never have got a ring-side seat. The ground was covered in dry leaves and twigs, and they would have heard me creeping up on them.

With youngsters, the second fuck is the one to wait for. The first is usually over in a couple of minutes but I shot it on my camcorder anyway, from a range of less than thirty feet. It was about an hour later, just as they were starting again, that I suddenly realised I wasn’t alone.

Dimex was so close I could have reached out and touched him, and yet I hadn’t heard a thing. With just one small movement of his hand, he signalled that it was OK, don’t panic, don’t say a word. All with one simple gesture. I didn’t move a muscle. I wasn’t about to upset someone who could walk fifty feet across dry leaves without making a sound. Shit, this guy was good.

Together we watched the couple screw for a good fifteen minutes. Because it was cool under the trees, they didn’t strip off, but we still saw plenty. Especially when he did her doggy-style. Big, beautiful white titties swinging and bouncing in the dappled light, as he slapped into her, making her gasp in pleasure. She could only have been nineteen or so. And she was lovely. Read the rest of this entry »

I suppose it all began over a Rampant Rabbit. I’ve never really been much of a fan of sex aids though I know lots of men like to see women using them and I’ve occasionally been happy to use a variety of them even the larger ones at the request of the man of the particular moment if that’s what gets him going.However as a general rule I prefer the real article and it was only because a couple of my female friends raved about how good the RR was that I even heard about it. Neither were either of these women as far as I knew adventuress in their sex lives so I thought perhaps I should check the rabbit out.

When I mentioned it to my husband Gary and suggested he buy one for me, he said it would better to visit a couple of places in Birmingham and pick one that I liked. I knew without asking that what he was suggesting was a trawl of the cities sex shops where I would be probably the only real woman in shops full of furtively leering men most of whom you would certainly avoid if you passed them in the supermarket. It amused him and turned him on to think all these ‘unsuitable’ types were checking out his wife. Sometimes it amused me too, to humour his idiosyncratic fantasies.I thought it kept our sex lives interesting and stopped us getting bored with each other. Not that we were conventionally monogamous, both of us had enjoyed an extra marital flirtation here and there and we even had an enjoyable threesome once with one of Gary’s squash partners, another man, after a rather drunken dinner.

So we determined on the following Friday afternoon. It was half term, the kids were away on holiday and Gary could meet me in the city as he finished work early.He was clearly looking forward to this and the days before were full of relentless veiled hints as to what to wear etc. Friday morning began sunny and warm, a portent of summer. I decided to wear a navy polka dot dress that I bought last year and hardly wore. It swirled nicely around my knees,fitted snugly on my hips and had a draw string lace at the bust that you could adjust to bare your shoulders if the fancy took you. Underneath I slipped on a delicate cream pair of french knickers, a matching garter belt and champagne coloured stockings. The garter belts a pain but Gary likes stockings and in any case I find hold ups come down if I have to walk far. I decided on no bra. Despite two kids my 36B breasts stand up on their own and I like the way they move as I walk in my high strappy white sandals.My dark hair contrasted nicely I thought with my pale neck and shoulders. Completing my outfit with a white handbag, poppy red lipstick and a heavy application of my favourite opium perfume I was ready for the train.

Leaving the car at the station I click clacked to the ticket office then to the platform. The looks of a group of young men on the platform reassured me that at forty two my size ten figure was in good shape and I could still turn heads.I smiled to myself happy that my preparations were a success.

The train journey into town was uneventful. The sun through the carriage window was warm on my body through the thin fabric of my dress, as I absentmindedly watched the back gardens and yards of factories flicker by and I was able to eaves drop the conversation of the few others in the carriage. My young admirers from the platform were seated a row back from where I sat at the window. I could just see a couple of them watching me diagonally across the gangway. Their overheard comments made me smile and feel quite sexy, just the right mood for today.One of them ventured “I tell you she’s wearing stockings and not much else under that dress” and his mate replied “some lucky sods going to be shagging her later on and unfortunately it won’t be any of us”. As I left the train at the jewellery quarter I blew them a kiss as it rolled out again to Birmingham.

It was a short step to the pub where I was to rendezvous with Gary.The quarter was busy with lunchtime shoppers and workers making the most of the sunshine in their break. I felt exhilarated with the weather and the attention of the men on their way to their lunch time pints, wondering if they discerned in my demeanour the sense of delicious anticipation of the slightly seedy adventure I was about to embark on. Gary had managed to get a table in the crowded pub and had already bought me a large red wine. He rose to kiss me and I knew from his look that he approved of my outfit. As we parted his hand slid down my behind checking in a brief touch the flimsy knickers and the button of the suspender.’you look great’ he said and took a sip of his Bacardi and coke. Read the rest of this entry »

Becky and I had been going out together as a couple for around a year and had a great and very active sex life. We frequently explored new ideas and fantasies when we had sex together and had great fun together. We had both left other relationships after having a fairly steamy affair and we kept the excitement going whenever we could.

We chatted about our fantasies and I had mentioned that one of mine was to watch her getting fucked by another man and then to have sex with her afterwards whilst she was still full of someone else’s cum. She was reluctant at first and said that she was up for trying out bi sex but agreed that an advert we would put on a swingers site would include exceptional makes as an option.

We had the usual array of messages ranging from one liners to novels and all sorts of fetishes and perversions and I would get very excited thinking of the meeting that might ensue but Becky always said she wasn’t sure or a guy wasn’t what she was into. However, one email caught my attention one day and when I started reading it I nearly fell off my chair.

It was from a guy who lived locally who said that he recognised Becky’s picture and mentioned that he’d been out with her a few times whilst she had been single some months earlier, he obviously assumed we had just got together. It turned out having read the mail that she’d been having regular cyber sex with this guy for ages and that after swapping pictures it turned into phone sex and eventually a meeting of some sort but it wasn’t clear if anything had occurred, but this was clearly whilst we had been dating.

I emailed the guy back saying it was Becky emailing him and it all came out. He said he’d missed Becky and that they’d had such good fun he hoped that she’d like to meet again, with or without me. I asked him what he could recall of “our meeting” and he recounted a drink in the pub, kissing in the car, followed by sex in his flat on the lounge floor and then 3 or 4 more encounters including blow jobs in the car and one fuck up the ass.

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I sighed as I saw Sandra walk down the drive with a big bunch of flowers. I loved and hated it when Sandra visited me. On one hand I loved being in her company, finding her warm, attractive, and dare I say it, sexy. But on the other hand, Sandra’s presence stirred up so many things in me that made me feel very uncomfortable, and a little dirty. There were feelings of lust and desire that I had great difficulty in repressing.

Unconsciously, I looked in the mirror in the hall to sort my appearance before opening the door. Not that it needed sorted. I was a beautiful woman with shoulder length dark hair and a good figure. As Sandra rang the bell, I smoothed down my cream colored skirt and straightened my white blouse. I always found myself anxiously checking my appearance before Sandra visited.

I opened the door to Sandra’s beautiful smiling face. Sandra was a blond in her early twenties and was, as usual, dressed provocatively. She wore a red mini-skirt, black patterned stockings, knee length high-heeled kinky boots and a white T-shirt, through which I could see her erect nipples. As I glanced at Sandra’s curvy figure, I was already beginning to feel nervous.

I invited her in and Sandra gave me the flowers. “These are just to say thank you for what you have done for us.” said Sandra. Sandra’s mother had been ill recently and I had helped them both out, giving them lifts in my car and doing errands. “Oh, thank you. They’re beautiful.” I replied, sincerely. “I was always glad to help.”

I invited Sandra into the lounge. I sat on the large couch while Sandra sat on the chair facing me. As usual Sandra sat with her well shaped legs slightly apart. In this position Sandra panties were clearly visible and I had difficulty stopping myself from staring at them. I hated to admit it, but this really turned me on. I could already feel myself go moist and my nipples go hard. It looked like I would have to resort to the vibrator to relieve myself again when Sandra left.

“But I would also like to thank you personally for your assistance.” said Sandra huskily. This caused some unwelcome fantasies to rush through my imagination. I tried to dismiss them and just smiled.

Sandra stood up and walked slowly over to me, swaying her hips. She stood in front of me, as I sat on the couch. “I know the perfect way to show my appreciation for all you have done.” Said Sandra and lifted up the front of her red skirt directly in front of my face. I stared wide eyed, raising my gaze from her sexy stockings, to her bare thighs, to her tight skimpy panties covering those protruding pussy lips. Sighing in delight. Sandra lightly caressed her pussy through the soft material with her fingers as I looked on whimpering uncontrollably. I bit my lip and frowned with lust as I tried to fight the desire that was rising within me. I didn’t know what to say or do.

But Sandra did. She gently took my hands and placed them on her panties, and rubbed my fingers against her pussy through the soft material. Sandra purred with delight. “I know you want this, Marie.” She said. Then, she lifted my hands up to her pert breasts and placed them over her erect nipples. “And I know you also want these.” Read the rest of this entry »

My husband usually writes but I wanted to fill you in on my Saturday night past. I am Barbara, I’m 43 yrs. old and have two children. My husband revealed to me that he would like to see me fucked by other men and I let that happen (see: My Wife Barbara Gets Fucked). I also had a campground fling, and I let his buddies fuck me in the ass on Superbowl one after another, all nine of them.

I am 5′9″ tall 140 Lbs. My legs are long and my butt is huge. It measures 45″ and is really accented by my waist which is only 26″. My boobs are an average 34B. My ass has always been my embarrassment. It is a bubble butt with a few dimples. You can put a hand under a cheek and jiggle it up and down and I have always thought it was horrible. My husband has always loved my ass and has always wanted to fuck me in the ass. I used to think it was dirty and I only let him up my butt on occasions. That was before he told me to let other guys fuck me. After Superbowl and letting 9 guys fuck my ass in a row I learned that my butt may not be that unattractive. My pussy is very tight and small lipped. There is no external protrusions of my pussy lips and my hole is very small.

This past Saturday night I told my husband that I wanted to go to the blues club in town and I wanted him to watch me pick up a guy and fuck him inside the club.

Saturday night came and I wanted to see if my ass could be used as a guy magnet. I also shaved my pussy without my husband knowing. I bought a new short white skirt that fit tightly to my waist and over the top of my hips but then flaired out away from my ass so when I walked the skirt would swish because of the movement of my ass. It was very short. I put on a red thong a tight pink knit top and high heels no nylons.

We went early to the club and I sat my husband at the table closest to the bar end that hooked into the wall. It was the closed end of the bar and there were two bar stools then a waitress pickup before the curve of the bar to the bar front. I told him to sit there and watch. I moved to the stools next to the wall and ordered a drink from the bartender. The stools were perfect height with a small wooden back and they swiveled.

Soon people began to crowd in. I was standing at the bar between the stools so whoever wanted could see my ass. A black guy and a white guy together came over and began to chat. They quickly began talking sexually and complimenting my ass and that they were ass men etc. I left to go to the restroom and there I took off my thong. Upon returning I was between them and I told them my plan. Read the rest of this entry »

A couple of weeks had passed since her “sticky” night out without incident. Everything seemed normal, but I couldn’t get that night off of my mind. It tears me apart inside to think of her with other men, but when she dresses in leather, It turns me on way too much to try to stop her. The really dangerous thing is: now SHE KNOWS it. I’m trapped between my jealousy and my uncontrollable leather fetish, and I know she’ll use that to the fullest.

Last week, she called me at work to tell me that she was going out to do some shopping, and that she probably would still be out when I got home. I usually get home by 7 or 8 pm, so I didn’t think anything of it.

When I got home, there was a video tape on the coffee table, and a note from Lisa that just said “PLAY ME”. I put the ways, I rounded a corner and stopped to get dressed. As I put my sport top on, I felt the stickiness of the cum that he’d wiped from my face with my top. I could taste the cum he’d shot into my mouth, and I knew that I’d really shown my stuff today.

Well, work was interesting that afternoon. I had to go to the bathroom twice to masturbate. I held off on drinking or eating anything for a while so that I could savor the taste of his cum. Then, when I got home, I fucked my husband’s brains out. He wondered why I was so horny, and I just told him that it was just one of those days.

So, that’s my story. I swear that it is true. I’ve seen the same guy twice since then, but I haven’t done any repeat performances. The last time I saw him he did tell me that he would be biking with a group of friends next Saturday, and invited me to show my stuff to all of them. He rode his bike alongside me that day and told me how hot I looked when I was fucking myself with his pump. Then he asked if I’d like to do it again as he and his friends jacked off on me. He promised that no one would touch me if I didn’t want them too. I told him that I would think about it, but that he had better have a fatter pump next time!

So, who knows, maybe with a little encouragement from all of you, I’ll do it. Then I’ll write another story to tell you all how it went. So, what do you think? Should I meet them?

A guy responding to one of my posts advised me to add a disclaimer to my letters. It seems that some of the on-line services haven’t been posting my letters, so by adding this warning, maybe they will. So, if you aren’t eighteen, don’t read any further. This letter contains sexually graphic material and may not be suitable for everyone. If the idea of a woman having sex with several partners offends you, then don’t read my letters. Okay?

Tuesday, April 30, 1996

Hi Everybody,

The following is a true story. It is not as wild as most of the stories I’ve read here, but then, most of those aren’t true. My name is Bobbi Sue, and just recently, I decided to spice up my sex life. But first, let me tell you about myself. I am pretty short, only 5′1″ tall, and I weigh about 105 pounds. My blond hair is shoulder length and my eyes are blue. I’ve been told that I’m cute, and without trying to sound conceited, I think it’s true. I exercise every day, either running, roller-blading, swimming, or cross-country skiing (in the winter, of course), and as a result, my body is in really good shape. My measurements are 34A-22-34, and while my boobs are kind-of small, I have very prominent nipples. I’ve also been told that my best feature is my nicely-shaped butt. I am happily married, but my husband doesn’t know about my latest exploits.

It all started when I discovered this newsgroup. Actually, my husband showed it to me as an example of how perverted some areas of the internet were. He is pretty prudish for a young guy (he’s 26 and I’m 30), and I guess he thinks I am too. I guess I never gave him any indication that I might like some things that might sound a little kinky. And I’m not likely to now, knowing how he feels about such things. I’m not complaining; we have great sex together, so it’s not like I NEED anything more.

Anyway, I started reading some of the stories in this newsgroup every once in a while. The ones that really get me wound up are the ones where husbands like to watch their wives with multiple partners. I personally can’t think of anything sexier than having several guys ravish me. I mean, seriously, what woman wouldn’t like that. The stories I read got me really hot! And usually, I’d wait for Tom (my husband) to get home, and seduce him. But sometimes I couldn’t wait. On those occasions, I would go up to the bedroom and masturbate. At first I felt kind-of guilty. I mean, I quit masturbating when I got married four years ago! But after a few times, I just felt good, not guilty.

The first time I did it, I used my fingers on my clit, and that was great! After the first few times, though, I started craving some penetration, so I started using my fingers inside my pussy. I would usually start out using just one finger, but would eventually end up with four fingers buried to the last knuckle in my slit. Well, that was good, but I found myself craving something bigger and deeper. That’s when I started using brush handles, candles, bottles, and eventually vegetables. Now when I go grocery shopping, I select the carrots and cucumbers based on how I think they would fill my pussy! Read the rest of this entry »

My wife Becky, is the most beautiful woman I have ever known. 5′3″ 105 lbs soaking wet. She has an ass I can hold in one hand. We had been married about 5 years and had told each other most of our secret fantasies. When ever I told her that I wanted to share her with another man, she told me that it wasn’t her cup of tea, but when we fucked, she was wet as hell and came like she needed it. She was a dancer before we ever got together and it turned her on to be naked in front of strange men.

When we would go out to clubs, guys would always ask her to dance. I always said OK, have fun. They would grab her ass and it would drive me crazy with jealousy. Although at the same time I would get a rise. Just to piss me off she would grind her pelvis into their leg or run her hands over their body. I think she knew what she was doing to me and liked it.

One night we had rid ourselves of the kids and prepared to go out for the evening. She wore a short, clingy, white dress that showed off her panties when she bent over. Underneath she wore a tiny pair of white panties and no bra. God, she looked hot standing in front of the mirror with just those panties, putting on what little make up she wore and doing her hair. She laid out my clothes for me. She had bought me a thong with lightning bolts on the front and black levis and black and red cowboy shirt. She liked cowboys and wanted to ride a bull. Little did I know that’s just what she wanted to do that night.

We went out to a cowboy club that had a mechanical bull. My wife made a beeline straight towards the bull and was soon in the saddle having the time of her life. She did not care that every guy in the place was watching her, so they could watch her body gyrate with the movements of that bull. Her dress would ride up, showing how high cut her panties were and she was expertly riding that bull for all it was worth. The guy that took the most notice of her was the guy running the machine. He knew how to get the most out of her, then throw her to the ground showing us all her most womanly attributes. He started off slow and kept building up pace until she couldn’t take any more. She responded by hugging him after every ride and he responded by giving her more free rides.

In my jealousy, I started flirting with 2 ladies (Renee and Tawnya) who were telling me that she was acting like a slut. I was better than her and I shouldn’t put up with that. I said “ladies help me show her what she is missing”

About 1:30 am, Becky came and asked me to get a room at the motel next door, since neither of us were in any shape to drive. I asked her if we could have a party with my 2 new friends and she said “only if I can bring my new friend”.

What could I say, my head was swimming with possibilities. Would I get to watch my beautiful wife take a new dick inside her and would I get to fornicate with my new mistresses. I immediately went next door and booked us a room. By 2:00 am I had us all a room and a case of beer and a couple bottles of wine.
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When I was in high school, I was a cheerleader, which was synonymous with the word slut. I was 15 when the below episode happened, and had already lost my cherry and had numerous lovers. I lost my virginity when I was 13 to a man who’s kids I used to baby-sit for. He and his wife had divorced after he caught her gang banging three black men. One night he came home and talked me into fucking him. After that, I found I loved fucking and would let anyone into my pants. But, I had never had the opportunity to make it with a black guy. I was curious, but I thought it wouldn’t be right to have sex with someone of a different race. I did have a friend, Keith, who was black, though he never made any attempt to have sex with me. That is, ’til one summer day.

He invited me over to listen to albums and I accepted. After I got there, he asked me if I wanted a drink and I said yes. He came back with a strong rum and coke, and not having really ever drank alcohol, I got feeling pretty woozy real quick. We sat on his bed and soon he put his arm around me. I felt funny about it, but let him keep it there. The next thing I knew, he was kissing me. I felt very horny real quick and I kissed him back. His hands went to my tit and his thumb ran across my nipple, causing it to harden and make me even more horny. This continued for about fifteen minutes and I was like putty in his hands. When I felt his hand at the crotch of my cutoffs, I jumped and moved it away. “No Keith, we can’t do that!” “Why not?” he asked. “Because I’m going steady with Jimmy, and what we’ve already done has gone too far, and also because of our differences. It’s not right to do this with someone who’s not the same race!” Then he kissed me again, and I made a very feeble attempt at breaking it. His hand went right back to rubbing my pussy through my shorts, and it felt so good, I couldn’t make him stop. Before long, he undid my shorts and began to pull them down. I whimpered “Please, no Keith. Please stop!” But he just kept on going. I felt my pussy get wet and I went with the flow. Soon, he had my clothes completely off of me and I lay there naked in his arms. He pushed me back on the bed and I felt my legs begin to spread to allow him access to my cunt. I felt his fingers enter me and go in deep. As they moved around, I got even hotter. He kissed me again, his tongue probing sliding into my mouth. He took my hand and placed it on his cock. I was amazed! He was huge! He undid his pants and I got my first view of it. It had to be a foot long!

He began to move between my legs and I felt his cock bump against my swollen mushy cunt. I said sharply “No! We can’t do this! Please, Stop!” “He said “Baby, I got to cum! If I can’t fuck you, will you suck my cock?” Well, I’ve done that numerous times with guys who I didn’t want to fuck, and figured it would be OK to do it. So I told him yes and he lay back. I lowered my head to his massive cock, then opened my mouth and sucked him in. My lips were stretched wide due to his size, but I took in all I could. He only lasted about ten minutes before he shot off in my mouth. Most guys usually spurt three or four times, and fill my mouth. I swallow the cum, then we’re done. Keith spurted about a dozen times, and each one was more than I ever had at once! I tried to swallow it all, but some of it dripped out onto my chin. He then lowered his head to my pussy and began to eat me out. Soon, I felt his cock harden again. I was so hot that I just had to cum. When he moved betwe en my legs again, I didn’t put up a fight about it. My body needed his cock, and needed it right away! I felt his cock split open my cunt and enter me. As he slid into me, I came, and came. I couldn’t very well ask him to stop that he had a “taste” of my cunt, so I let him continue. He slid in to the back of my tiny cunt, and stopped while I got used to his size. He was so fucking big that it almost hurt, but the ecstasy that I felt overrode any feeling of pain. As my cunt stretched, he went in farther. The biggest cock I had ever felt in me prior to Keith was about six inches in length. He doubled any other cock I had ever had, and the thickness was indescribable. Finally, I felt his balls resting against my ass and I knew that he had fully entered me. Then he began to fuck me. I cried out and came repeatedly as he thrust in and out of me. I had never had it this good before. His size was not only satisfying me, but driving me further towards the most powerful orgasm I ever had. Read the rest of this entry »

When Audrey first saw Aaron, she thought he was a burglar. She had been going out to her car to get her briefcase when she saw the moonlight catch a figure on her neighbor’s garage roof. The Hammonds had only moved in four months ago, and Audrey was horrified at the thought that they would be the first family in the quiet neighborhood to be robbed. She froze in the driveway, in her bathrobe, and tried to see whether the figure was about to climb in a second-story window, or just climbing out.

Neither was the case. As Audrey’s eyes adjusted to the dark, she could clearly see a young man, sitting cross-legged on the roof. She could just make out the red glow of his cigarette, and he appeared to be staring at the stars.

She noticed the beat-up car in the Hammond’s driveway, and the University decal on the back window. Not like a burglar to park in the driveway, Audrey thought. More like a kid home from college. She had some vague recollection of a conversation with June Hammond the day after they moved in. Now the details came back.

The two-year-old girl, Kim, was June’s. George Hammond, the husband, had a son from a previous marriage who was a freshman at a school in Massachusetts. Audrey tried to think of the son’s name, but nothing surfaced. June had been far more eager to talk about Kim, that day. And most days since, Audrey noted.

Audrey got her briefcase and pulled her bathrobe tighter in the brisk air of late May. She looked back up at the boy on the roof, just to see him crawling back in his bedroom window.

The next morning, Audrey was on a plane to meet with a client in Philadelphia. She liked business trips; she usually had at least one co-worker or assistant with her, and it was nice to have people to talk to after hours in the hotel bar. Audrey had lived alone since her divorce two years ago, and work-related travel had become a welcome break from solitude.

Not always, of course. Audrey had gone to Philly with two other people from the office, a married man a few years older than her, and a female assistant a few years younger. It was apparent that those two would be sleeping together from the moment they got on the plane. And the client was horrible. And so was the hotel bar. So Audrey spent six days in the City of Brotherly Love, alone, watching TV in her room.

On Friday, around mid-afternoon, Audrey finally pulled into her driveway. As she got out of the car, she heard banging on her high back fence. She moved around the house to her back patio, and immediately saw what had been going on. A trail of water ran from her small in-ground pool across the cement and over the seven-foot fence that separated her backyard from the Hammond’s.

Normally, Audrey wouldn’t have been bothered by a pool-hopping teenager. She used to let the previous neighbor’s kids swim all the time. But that day, after that trip, the idea of other’s having fun while she was so tired and upset opened something inside her. And out of that new opening came a lot of emotion. Audrey got as far as her fridge before collapsing on the floor. She held her head in her hand and did a few months worth of crying. Read the rest of this entry »