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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 »

I hardly know where to begin. I’m all shook up inside. I can’t think rationally. I don’t know what to do. My wife had an affair and I saw it happen and didn’t do anything about it. Now I have to live with the consequences. My wife Linda and I, I’m Chuck, have been married for twenty-one years. We have a daughter who is twenty-one and married. She is our only child. She’s been out on her own for a year now. For those who like to deal with ages and dates, my wife was pregnant when we got married. Linda is a good looking woman, far from being a Barbie doll, but a decent looking woman just the same. She’s about 5′4″ on the heavy side maybe 160 lbs. Of course when we got married she was a lot thinner. At forty-one she still attracts attention. Probably because she has 40D tits and wears short skirts, which heavier women usually don’t do. I’m nothing special; I’m 5′10″ 220 lbs. I am a little overweight also. I guess after seeing my wife have sex with another man (she doesn’t know I seen her) it makes me a cuckold, because I didn’t stop it when I had the chance. I don’t want to be a cuckold and plan on doing something about it. I just don’t know what, yet? It’s tearing me apart inside just thinking about it. I have to do something soon before the rage over takes me. Please let me regress back: In our younger days we had sex a lot, we still do. I was pretty jealous back then. I got pissed if I seen her even talking to guys. I knew most guys just wanted in her pants or at least see how far they could go. I told her that and she always just laughed it off. Looking back now I don’t know if she had affairs or not. There’s no way of knowing and besides I’m trying to deal with the latest liaison. We do most everything in the sex department, other then a few of the fetishes. We both like oral, fuck in any position, and once in awhile anal. I’ve always been there for her sexually. I don’t know why she had to cheat on me. I have to tell you that I get off reading erotica, maybe I’m two-faced or just totally mixed up. I get off reading stories where married woman are seduced. I love the stories where married woman are caught cheating on their husbands. It’s a real turn-on for me. The odd thing is I want the woman to get caught and for the husband to wreak havoc on the cheating couple. 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 »

We had been seeing each other for a while now, and each
time the sex was getting better. Little discoveries of
pleasure spots each time had led to some very hot
sessions.

This particular day I heard her car pull up and waited
for her to come inside. In the background the TV was
playing a porn movie the sound track betraying the
moans and squeals of pleasure from the various
actresses. As she walked through the door in a glance I
took her in noticing her hard nipples under her
clothing and the slight flush on her cheeks and throat.
I moved towards her and took her in my arms
passionately kissing her lips sliding my tongue into
her mouth, my hand dropping to clutch one of her ass
cheeks in my hand.

I felt her thrust her hips into mine causing my cock to
thicken and lengthen. She continued to grind against me
while sucking my tongue in her mouth; I cup one of her
tits in my hand gently stroking the nipple making it
harden even further.

Her breathing was starting to get a little ragged and I
could feel her body trembling all over.

I broke off the embrace and led her to the couch and
told her to sit down. Once seated, she reached out and
cupped my bulge in her hand, and looked up at me with
pure lust in her eyes. Read the rest of this entry »

I’ve always been hung up on the female posterior. As a young man I’d delight in those moments in department stores, subway stations, or anywhere that had an attractive woman ascending a staircase or escalator, when I could get a nice view of a good pair of buttocks encased in slacks, jeans, or better yet: a skirt.