“Oh my God!” she yelled at the top of her lungs “we should not be doing this” as her best friend’s boyfriend pounded his eight inch dick into her tight 23 year old pussy. Jane buried her face into the pillow as she accepted a serious pounding as he continued to crash into her from behind, pounding her relentlessly despite her weak protests for him to stop. He couldn’t help but admire her young tight body. She was quite the site to see bent over – even better than he had imagined.

Jane had just about all she could take as her best friend’s boyfriend fucked her harder than she had ever been fucked before. To think she was getting fucked by the guy Andrea would probably marry and in the bed that the couple shared. It was so wrong and they both knew it but her insatiable lust was something she could no longer deny.

He slapped her ass hard to let her know she was just a slut that he was fucking, even though the two of them had been friends for over a year. They had met through his girlfriend, Andrea. Andrea and Jane had been best friends since they were ten, so for Jane to be fucking her best friend’s boyfriend behind her back, Jane knew that both relationships would be ruined if Andrea ever found out. The stakes were incredibly high and the situation was so incredibly hot.

She met his powerful thrusts by pushing on the bed’s headboard with one hand while fingering her clit with the other. Doggy style was her favorite position because she always came when getting it doggy style. “Fuck me harder, she yelled” as he increased his speed to meet her demands. The little dirty blonde was loving every minute of the fucking she was getting from his rock hard raw cock. Under normal circumstances, she would never even consider fucking without a condom, but this situation was just so hot, she didn’t care anymore. She was so close to coming and knew it would be a big one.

He was loving how dirty this girl was. He had his suspicions but the way she was behaving with his dick in her, it was only a matter of time until he exploded a huge load on her… or perhaps in her? He wasn’t sure when he came what to do – from talking to Andrea, he knew Jane was not on the pill but he also was so turned on he didn’t care that he had been fucking her for the past ten minutes without a condom. It was taking him every last bit of energy not to come because he loved how hot it was to be fucking her 110 pound body.

“You dirty slut!” he yelled.

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If you have read any of my stories, you know my first wife and I had a lifestyle that included experiences with other people. When I remarried, I hoped to have the same sort of relationship with my second wife, Maria, but she was not interested in pursuing that sort of lifestyle. After a few years, I got her to agree to at least indulge in some fantasy role-play, but that was as far as it had progressed.

The one positive from the fantasies was Maria admitting that she might try having sex with someone else “if the right situation” ever came up. We talked about it a lot, and it was obvious that the right situation was going to be hard to find. The conditions for it to happen were that there would be no chance of anyone ever finding out and that the person be somebody she had some sort of relationship with already, in other words a friend. I thought that would be harder to do, but that was the only way she would ever consider it happening “for real” as she put it. In other words, it wasn’t going to happen.

Our sex life was good though, and I thought maybe I could be happy just with the fantasies. I did tell her about Joan’s experiences in the hope that it might convince her to try it herself. After about ten years of patiently talking and doing the role-playing, she became more responsive and sometimes would bring up the fantasies on her own rather than waiting for me to do it, but she would always say afterwards that it was just fantasies, nothing else.

We decided for our fifteenth anniversary to treat ourselves to a cruise. We had never been on one before, so we were really looking forward to getting away for ten days. The cruise was scheduled to stop at a half dozen islands in the Caribbean and we couldn’t wait. We boarded the ship and set sail for ten days of fun in the sun.

There were all sorts of services available on board ship and Maria signed up for yoga lessons. The instructor was a tall, athletic man named Carlos, He was from one of the islands (I never caught which one) and his classes were always full of women admiring his body, which he was always showing off by wearing only thin workout pants and no shirt. I teased Maria that the only reason she was taking the class was to ogle Carlos.

The third day out, I was walking to the room where the class took place when I heard Carlos and Maria talking. There was a mirror opposite the doorway and I could see that the room was deserted except for those two. Maria was sitting in a tall stool turned sideways to the door and Carlos was leaning against the wall so that he was looking down on her. Maria works hard to stay in shape and she is proud of her body, but shy about showing it off. It was pretty obvious that Carlos was looking down her tank top, and it didn’t look like Maria was doing anything about it from my angle. Something in their body language made it seem that there was some sort of intimate conversation going on.

I checked the passageway and saw that it was empty. I carefully edged myself as close to the door as I could so I could hear what they were saying. Maria was leaning back in her chair with her legs tucked in the rail along the bottom. She was wearing a tank top and black shorts. She had her arms wrapped around the arms of the chair and if I didn’t know her better, I would have thought she was displaying her body provocatively for Carlos. He shifted his body so that he was standing right over her and Maria had to look up to talk with him.

“You are very limber,” Carlos said in his accented English. “It is obvious that you know how to use your body.”

“Thank you,” Maria said with a little smile. “I try to work out.”

“And it has paid off,” Carlos assured her. “You are a fine looking woman.” As he said this, Carlos gently ran his fingers along Maria’s arm I got the impression watching that he was trying to see what her reaction might be. When she made no protest, he grew more confident and ran his hand up along her neck and caressed her cheek. I could see Maria blush, and she licked her lips nervously, but didn’t stop him. She did glance at the door, and Carlos laughed softly.

“No one ever comes down here,” he assured her. “We can talk in perfect privacy.”

Maria nodded and smiled tentatively at the dark-skinned instructor.

“We are going to be staying overnight at the island,” Carlos said. “There is a club I would love to show you. Would you like to see it?”

“My husband and I were just talking the other night about going ashore,” Maria said. “Where is the club?”

“I will show you,” Carlos told her, stroking her hair. “But only you. Would you come with me alone?”

“Without my husband? I don’t know if I feel comfortable doing that,” Maria told him. I was excited thinking that this might be a repeat of the experiences I had with Joan, but I just knew Maria wasn’t going to take the plunge.

Carlos didn’t replay, but continued to softly stroke Maria’s body, moving his hand from her face back to her arms. He moved so that he was standing in front on the chair, between her legs with his hands on her arms. He stood for a few seconds staring down into her eyes, and then began a slow massage, moving his hands up her arms to her neck and face, then back down again. This went on for several minutes. Not a word was spoken, but Carlos never took his eyes off Maria’s. I could see that she was beginning to shift about a bit in the chair, a movement that did not go unnoticed by Carlos.

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We had known Dave and Mary for years, our friendship having grown after we were introduced by a mutual friend at a birthday party fifteen years earlier. We had hit it off straight away and before long we were socialising with them regularly. Dave was two years younger than me at 42, but looked 10 years younger. He was 6’2″ and built like a tank as he should be with the amount of exercise he does.

Mary at 40 years old, stands five feet six, has dark brown hair, usually worn up and has a body even at her age, which turns heads. Her tits, which always look as though they are about to burst through what is covering them, defy all gravitational laws. You can see some age in her face, but it suits her. She is one of those MILFS who are just eminently fuckable and she knows it!

My own wife Sam is no bad looker either. She is just over five feet tall, shoulder length brown hair, green eyes and a killer body, with good firm tits. I know Dave has had a thing for her for years, – you get to notice the looks, but Sam has never encouraged him and despite our previous adventures with other people (see previous stories), she would never compromise our friendship.

On the particular Friday night in question, we were preparing to meet Dave and Mary for a drink in a local country pub. As Sam was in the bathroom, we got chatting about our friends and how close we felt to them. I joked that Dave wouldn’t mind getting much closer to her. She turned to me completely naked and said, “What do you mean.”

She seemed surprised by my comment. I said “Oh come on, – surely you’ve seen the looks he gives you when Mary’s not watching him. “He’d give his right arm to fuck you.”

She blushed and I knew I had hit a nerve. “What if I were to suggest it to him” I said. “What if we asked him to fuck you while Mary and I watched? Or even better, while I fucked Mary?”

She moved closer to me now and began gently rubbing my semi — erect cock through my trousers. I could feel her large tits gently rubbing against me. “Do you really think they would go for it?” she said, as she unzipped my trousers and reached in to gently take hold of my now raging erection.

“Enough drink and merriment and I think they would.” I replied.

I could tell I had fired her lustful imagination because in a few seconds she had undone my trousers, dropped to her knees and taken my cock deep into her throat. Now I know from personal experience and from the reaction of other men I have watched her fuck that my wife gives awesome head. I felt my balls tighten and stir as I watched her bob her head.

Knowing that a great deal of the eroticism of a blowjob is in the watching of a cock disappear into her mouth, she gently moved her hair to the side to give me the perfect view. I gently held the back of her head as I began to fuck her face, feeling the sap rising in me and knowing that with each thrust, my blowing a load into her mouth was closer and closer. “I’m cumming,” I grunted and in response she took me deep as I felt my muck blow into her throat. Good little girl that she is, she didn’t stop sucking for a second and took the entire load into her mouth and swallowed.

“Is that a taste of what you have in store for Dave later?” I asked. She smiled, winked and turned towards the shower. I couldn’t wait!

After showering, Sam entered the lounge to reveal her outfit for the evening. She looked awesome! She was wearing a low cut clingy black top which displayed her 36D tits to perfection. She had coupled this with a knee — length black skirt and knee — high ‘take me home and fuck me’ black leather boots. Dave would cum in his pants just looking at her.

We entered the Pub at 7pm to find Dave sitting alone. Apparently Mary had been called away at the last minute as her mother was ill and she had to go look after her. I was a bit disappointed, but at least the evening still had possibilities.

After much merriment and flirty talk between Dave and Sam we decided to leave the cars on the pub car park and get a taxi back to our place. I persuaded Dave, rather than go back to an empty house that he should spend the night with us in our spare room. He didn’t take much persuading; – I think the idea of spending more time near Sam was very appealing to him.

While Dave went to the bathroom prior to us leaving the pub, I told Sam of a plan I had. My plan was that when we got back to our place, I would feign a headache, say I was going to take some sleeping pills and make my excuses to go to bed. This would leave them alone. I would leave the bedroom door open slightly so I could peek out and over the balcony where I would have a perfect view of the lounge sofa. She was to sit with him on there and see what happened. Hopefully, Dave would take advantage of the situation and I would be able to watch her get a good fucking.

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I was finishing getting ready for the wedding that a dear friend invited me to. I kept checking my hair and my lipstick in the mirror until I approved what I looked like. I decided to wear a navy blue dress with gold stud earrings. Under the dress, I made sure I wore a pair of lacey blue panties with a matching blue bra. A pair of sheer stockings and a navy pair of heels completed the outfit. As I looked at myself in the mirror one last time, I remembered how my Mom always told me to be prepared for any event.

The wedding was for a friend of a friend and my friend invited me as his guest. It was a simple thing for me to accept his invite since he had always been there for me. It was also no secret that I love dressing up either. It was five o’clock when he arrived and gave me the once over with a devilish smile on his face. I looked at him and asked if the outfit met his approval. The nod and wink he gave me said it all.

The ride to the wedding found us catching up on our everyday lives. As we talked, I noticed that there was something different about him. It wasn’t that I found him unattractive. He was very attractive. It was just that I saw more of his heart than his outer beauty. I saw the kind ways he was there for me during those rough patches I went through. As I looked at him more intently, I would dutifully avert my eyes as I caught him staring at me a few times. There was also a glint in his eye that I had never noticed before. The drive to the wedding was almost too quick before we arrived

The hall was beautifully decorated with flowers and white chairs were set out with the aisle in between both sides. The front of the hall had two sets of white pillars around the pulpit. The pulpit itself was overlaid with violet and purple fabric. As I walked looking at the decorations, I tended to stick by him rather closely considering I didn’t know anyone at the wedding. As we headed towards our seats, he introduced me to his friends. It was only a few moments before we sat down and watched the procession of the flower girl followed by the rest of the wedding party. The familiar sounds of the bride song played as she walked down wearing a strapless number with a veil over her Latino black hair.

The ceremony itself was almost ten minutes long and as the couple rushed up the aisle within a hail of bubbles, I looked at my date and saw him smile a bit. We soon followed everyone else to the reception as the couple began to have their photos taken by the photographer. As we found the reception, we found where the bar was and began to have a few drinks before the couple arrived. My date brought me up to the couple and introduced me to both of them. I congratulated them and wished them the best.

As the bride told me how lucky she was to find her guy, she made mention of how my friend was a great catch as well. I simply agreed with her before I felt his hand squeezing mine. At the time, I didn’t think much of it. As he was talking to another good friend, I excused myself for a moment and reassured him that I would be back shortly. It wasn’t until later that I realized that he had followed me into a hallway with a secluded stairwell off the reception area. I was uncertain as to how much he had to drink by that time. He pulled me into the stairwell with him and whispered in my ear how great enough I looked. He then whispered even closer to my ear how I looked good enough to eat. He leaned in and kissed me on my stunned lips.

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