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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 »

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 »

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.

I was so angry but at the same time I was so aroused. 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 »

As I sat behind my hard wooden desk I wondered if my nightmare had just ended or…….just began. As I recalled the day’s events my pussy quivered as my feminine dew coated the back of my skirt. The sun was starting to drop on this warm Autumn day.

My mind recalled the moment when his large black cock filled my mouth… “Oh God,” I thought. How can I be thinking of this fourteen year old kid when I should be heading home to my husband and our perfect little life. The seconds ticked on. “I should leave….I should leave….but…….”

“I must tell him that I will report him if he shows up..I must remove him from thoughts.” However as my mind reasoned what I should do I heard the knob start to turn. My heart started racing. My mind suddenly went blank and I felt the slickness between my thighs as I pulled my legs together.

Jerome casually walked to the front of the desk. I could not look up….. I continued to stare at the desk; I could not look Jerome in the face. I felt myself start shivering…but my sex was still leaking it’s sticky creme. Read the rest of this entry »

I’ve always had a thing for older women. There’s something about their curves, their faces, their overall maturity that drives me nuts. Even when I was in college I’d hang out at a local Sports Bar and try to pick up the older women coming in after work. When I graduated and moved into a new city, it was harder to meet people, much less find time to get out and hook up. That was until I got my current job.I started working at this company a little over a year ago. My manager then was a short, fat, mean old woman who had been with the company for over 35 years. Luckily, she retired. Her replacement was Rachael A woman from a department on the verge of consolidation. She was 39, tall, skinny and very attractive. She had a husband and two kids. She dressed very professionally so there were never any real opportunities to check her out. I could only ever glance at her long, beautiful legs. Anyway, I’d play silly high school games when I was near her. I’d drop a pen on the floor and try to look up her skirt to see what kind of underwear she had on, or stand over her and try to look down her top. Nothing ever worked. Read the rest of this entry »