mature

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 »

 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 »

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.
Read the rest of this entry »

My husband and I recently hosted a going away party for one of our friends. There were fifty people there, friends of ours and his. Jack was going Australia for his work and would be gone for about three months. As is usual, I couldn’t hold my liquor and was soon feeling pretty drunk. My husband Steve knows how I get when I’ve had too much to drink and he kept on encouraging me to have more.

After the party was beginning to wind down, Jack asked me to go for a walk with him. I agreed and soon we were in the woods strolling along hand in hand. “Beth, I think I’m going to miss you the most while I’m away” he said. “Oh? Why’s that?” I asked. “I’ve been jealous of Steve for a long time. You’re one of the sexiest, most beautiful women I’ve ever seen” he replied. “Could I kiss you good bye?” My mind was working in a haze due to the alcohol, and I agreed. After all, what’s a kiss? I found out his idea of what a kiss is very quickly. He took me in his arms and his lips sought out mine. I felt limp in his arms, he was so commanding. His tongue sought out mine and soon was exploring my mouth. At the same time, his hands were moving down my sides and around to my ass. He began to squeeze my firm ass cheeks and it felt great! But, I had to stop this. I was married after all. I broke the kiss saying “Jack, this isn’t a friendly good bye kiss!” He replied “No, but I’d like something more to remember you by while I’m away. Come on Beth, I want you.” He again kissed me and I readily opened my mouth. His tongue moved around, darting this way and that inside my mouth. I whimpered as his hand brushed my tit and he took that as a go ahead.

We sat on the ground and he continued kissing me. His hands were all over me, feeling, stroking, squeezing. I felt like I was on fire. I knew that this was wrong, yet I had no control over it.

“Please Jack, this isn’t right. I can’t” I stammered, but my protests fell on deaf ears. Soon, he had my tits out and was playing with one nipple as his head dropped to the other. I felt so horny that I couldn’t fight even if I wanted to . I grabbed his head and pulled it hard to my tit as he sucked on it. I felt his hand drop to my thigh and lightly rub the inside of it. As it went higher under my dress, I felt my legs spread as if they had a mind of their own. It felt as though it was taking a lifetime for him to make his way to my cunt. When his hand finally reached my panties, he found them soaked through. He rubbed my clit through the soaked material, and I came. No warning, I just came. My body shuddered as wave after wave of orgasm took me over. I hadn’t cum like that since I was first married. I heard him unzip his pants and knew that soon I’d feel his cock inside of me. I wanted it desperately. I also knew it was wrong, but I had no control over it. My body had betrayed me and I wasn’t about to stop anything else that would happen. Read the rest of this entry »

I CAUGHT MY WIFE CHEATING. It actually started a number
of years ago, but a long period of time passed before I
realized what was happening behind my back. As I think
back, my first inclination as to what was happening
came when my wife started douching 3 and four times a
week, which she had never previously done. I noticed
empty douche bottles in the shower on a regular basis.

One day I came home from work at the regular time and
headed down stairs to put some wood on the fire. As I
passed the den, I noticed the shades pulled down
tightly. I walked into the den and noticed a spot on
the beige suede couch. As I examined the spot, I
noticed it was actually a wet area that was somewhat
sticky. I immediately assumed the worst and a visual
image of my wife lying on the couch having sex with
someone burned in my mind. I gingerly leaned forward
and smelled the damp area. There was no doubt now as
the smell of sex was definitely there. I couldn’t
believe that she might actually be having sex there in
my house while I wasn’t home. I knew at this point that
I would have to develop a plan to confirm my suspicions
or better yet, catch her in the act. What concerned me
a great deal was that I knew my wife was not on any
birth control and I worried that if she was cheating on
me that could be a real issue.

Now I started to carefully keep track of the used
douche bottles she left in the bathroom. Over a period
of two or three weeks, the douche bottles traced a
record of her sexual activities. Every Monday Wednesday
and Friday became a regular pattern. Even a Saturday
afternoon when she supposedly was on a clothes shopping
trip, the empty bottle appeared in the shower after her
return. I’m thinking to myself that this guy whoever he
is, is getting more sex than I am. I decided that it
was time to learn more. Monday morning I got up and got
dressed and headed to work as usual. Driving to the
other side of the block I parked the car and walked
back to the house before she got up from bed. I slipped
into the house and hid inside a downstairs closet until
she awoke. When I heard the shower, I headed upstairs
to the bedroom and stepped inside my bedroom closet. Read the rest of this entry »

Like any husband who enjoys the theme of watching the wife with another man, I had fantasised about watching my gorgeous wife Judy being fucked by another for years.

This had stayed a fantasy/role plaything that we both enjoyed during sex and it stayed a fantasy until our holiday in Tenerife this summer.

Judy is a stunning 35 yr old strawberry blonde, lovely legs and a nice pair of 36C tits, she basically has all the curves in all the right places, we have been married for 14 yrs, still have a very good sex life and we still love each other as we did when we first met.

We took the chance of 10 days without the kids as their respective grandparents took them to Disneyland for a treat, we got to retreat to the sun of Las Americas.

For the first week we just chilled by the pool had a few drinks and then a nice evening meal. I had got into the habit of going for a walk about 2pm to get a British newspaper and sneak in a quiet beer or two, leaving Judy sunbathing by the pool.

On returning from my walk mid way through our second week I returned to find Judy chatting to three middle aged guys from south England, they had pulled their loungers around Judy and introduced themselves as Brian, George and Tom.

They were all in there fifties, but looked in reasonable shape for their age, George especially was a well built man, good looking and he knew it as he came across as a very confident man.

After my introduction the guys explained they were from the larger sister hotel to ours and had wandered over to see the facilities at ours, saw my lovely wife by herself and decided to keep her company. They proceeded to buy us a round of drinks and then we chatted away the rest of the afternoon.

Judy had made no effort to cover herself up and the fact that my lovely wife was inches away from these three strangers wearing only a small pair of bikini bottoms and her lovely tits gleaming with oil was making my mind whirl and my cock stir.

On several occasions I caught the guys looking her over and smirking to each other, obviously thinking how much they would enjoy giving my wife one. Their company was good however and we had a good laugh with them telling us stories of their exploits chasing the ladies during their holidays.

That evening when Judy and myself were changing to go out I teased her about the guys drooling over her, she laughed it off but I could tell by the tone of her reply she knew it to be true and she had enjoyed their attention.

This went on for the next few days, I would return from my daily jaunt and the three would be there surrounding Judy, she even had allowed Tom the oldest of the three to rub lotion on her back when I was not there, something he enjoyed telling me, he was testing my reaction and when I just shrugged my shoulders he winked at me and stated that ” he would give a months wages to rub oil on her lovely big tits” Judy playfully slapped his leg and told him not to be crude but I knew he was serious and the guys had serious ambitions about fucking my wife. Read the rest of this entry »

A week after telling Roger over drinks that I loved fat
women he was in my office wanting to chat. He looked
nervous and shuffled from foot to foot before speaking,
“Pete, remember you said you liked big women right?” I
nodded and he went on, “Well, you’ve never meet my wife
Mary but she’s big,” again I nodded looking at him
standing there and wondering where this was going.

“Where having problems in the sex department, and I was
wondering if you could help me out,” he was serious. He
went on to explain that he and his wife had had problems
ever since the birth of their son fives years ago, he
said Mary had always been big but mainly around the
breasts. The problems was after the birth she not only
increased her bust but her belly and ass too and that now
he had trouble getting a hard on.

He went on to say that after a lot of arguments and a lot
of talking she had agreed to let him go to a whore for
sex but only if he found her some one too. He now looked
at me with a grin on his face, he wanted me to service
his wife for him so that he could go have some fun on his
own, this was strange. “I don’t even know your wife Roger
what do you expect me to do?” I asked amazed that he even
asked me. Read the rest of this entry »

I was savouring my after-breakfast cup of coffee when the phone rang. It was Sandra, my next door neighbour.