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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 »

 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 »

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 »

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 »

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?

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 »

Let me take a brief moment to introduce myself….. and tell you of my shame. My name is Mrs. Barbara Jones. I am 35 years old; married to a rather submissive man named Jim and teach Jr. High math. I also serve as the department head. I do not have what is considered a knock out body but I can turn a man’s head when I dress to please. I weigh 119 pounds; my measurements are 34B-23-34; spread over five feet six inches. I have light brown hair and I wear it in a semi- page boy type hairdo which nearly reaches the nape of my neck. My best assets are two long legs which I like to show; and a tight muscled ass; and I enjoy teasing the weaker sex…. or so I thought.

Jim and I were married after college. I started teaching Jr. High math and Jim started with a Big Six accounting firm. The school in which I started was in a changing neighborhood. When I started it was a lower middle class white neighborhood; it is now about 20% black and the neighborhood is much rougher.

I am not certain how to explain how my seduction occurred. I have always been a rather meek teacher. Because of my timid disposition many of the male students saw this as an opportunity to take advantage of me. While I was never subjected to any physical abuse there was more than one occasion where they ignored my commands; and mocked my attempts at bringing order to a chaotic classroom. Read the rest of this entry »

Katherine Martell Harrington awoke to the sound of a lawnmower starting up outside. At first she thought it was coming from next door but it sounded too close, like it was right underneath her window. Pulling herself out of bed she went to the window and peered down below. She saw Mr. Ferguson standing next to a lawnmower. Floyd Ferguson was a middle-aged gentleman who owned Ferguson’s Landscaping. He’d been maintaining the well-manicured lawns of the residences of Magnolia Hill, the exclusive and wealthy community of Richland, South Carolina for more than thirty years. Katherine checked the clock on the bedside table.