Category: Erotic Stories

Wife Drinking At The Strip Club

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I am a 40 year old male who is married to a 34 year old woman named Cindi. She is 5’7″ 139 pounds, and blond with blue eyes. She wears her hair shoulder length. We have two young children and just don’t find the time to go out anymore. So this particular Saturday, we were able to drop off the kids at my mother in laws and go out. When my wife was getting ready to go, I walked in the bedroom and she had put on a blue jeans skirt, a white sweater blouse with no bra and black boots. She then said that she had a surprise for me and bent over while pulling up her skirt. She was wearing no panties and instead had on an all in one garment that was stockings with a garter belt attached. I pleaded with her to fuck me right then and there, but she said not now!Â

We went to dinner at a nice suburban restaurant and my wife drank most of a bottle of Pinot Gris. When we left the restaurant, she was already buzzing and wanted to stay out later. We drove down the boulevard until we decided to go to this strip club that we had been to before. She likes to go there when she’s drunk. It’s not too bad a place actually, it’s clean and they’re friendly there. I thought this could get hot, my wife has no panties on and we’re going to a titty bar. It was however unlikely anyone would see anything as her skirt was down past her knees.

So when we got there we went to a table back away from the stage. While we walked back there, I could feel all the men’s eyes on her. We ordered a drink and watched the show. They have 1 dollar vodka cranberry drinks there, and my wife took advantage of that. She was on her second drink before I had half my beer consumed. As she got drunker, she got more interested in the dancers. She started to go up to the stage to tip them and be closer to them. They strippers really took an interest in my wife’s attention. They seemed to pay her more attention than other patrons. They would lean in real close to her and dangle their tits in her face. My wife was loving it! I might add that the other men in the club seemed to like watching the dancers being flirty with my wife. She would occasionally come back to sit at my table, but as she drank that became less frequent an occurrence. There were times, I thought that she must be so drunk, she forgets I’m here too.

Anyway, the fun really started when my wife went up to watch a stripper named “Siren” do her thing. She’s a tall very thin brunette with an amazing body. My wife has liked watching her before. The strippers would dance two songs at a time and were usually nude by the middle of the second song. On the second song, my wife tucked the dollar bill in her blouse seemingly to dare her to come get it. The surprise was how she got it. Rather than put her head down her blouse, she lifted her blouse retrieving the dollar and kissing both of her tits. All of the men’s eyes around the stage were glued on the two of them. Siren then pulled back and recovered her so that she could show some love to the other tippers.

After her second dance she departed the stage and another brunette got up to dance. This one was more medium build with nice breasts. They were probably a full C cup bra. She also took particular interest in my wife. She was dangling her tits in her face and just being very friendly. The men loved seeing this, especially the older gentleman sitting next to her. He was grey, a little heavyset and probably in his sixties. He had spoken with my wife at times, leaning in closer to make himself heard over the music. After her two dances were over, I could just make out the dancer asking my wife if she could give her a private dance for free. She said she really wanted to dance for her. My wife was rather drunk at this point and was very agreeable. The two of them ventured back to the VIP area.

The VIP area is nothing more than a separate area of the club with five foot walls surrounding it and leather couches all along the inside. I truly think my wife was completely wasted, because she didn’t say a word to me, she just got up and went back there. Being drunk, I think she forgot about me. When they went back there, they went in and disappeared below the wall. I got up and walked over there to the side where they would be and peered over the wall. I am 6’2″ so it was not difficult to see below. The bouncer came over immediately and asked what I was looking at. I explained it was my wife getting a dance and he understood and moved away.

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Are You Ready For Some Football?

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It was really all about showing off my new flat screen TV. The plan was to have some of my best friends over for a Monday night football game. I’d had them over before. In fact, we often watched games at each other’s homes.

I’m not that big a fan of football, these things are really social events for me – a chance to bond with my friends. My wife suggested that’s why I bought the TV in the first place, to encourage my friends to come over.

Not that it was an issue with her, as Nancy liked my friends. They were a harmless group of seven guys. Lead among them was Tom, my best friend since high school, and Gene, an older coworker for whom I have a great deal of respect.

Our guests began arriving around 7:30 for the big Raiders vs. Broncos game. When he showed up, Tom asked me if it was OK that he invited a guy who works with him. The guy, Rocky, is looking into buying a flat screen. Sure, no problem, I said.

About 10 minutes later, the doorbell rang and Nancy answered it.

“Holy shit,” someone bellowed from the foyer.

“That’s Rocky,” Tom announced. “I guess he’s met Nancy.” Tom ran to meet him and then led him into the living room. Nancy followed them and I could see she was not happy.

The guy was a big Italian dude, at least 6’5″. He looked like he could have been playing in the game instead of watching it. Tom made the introductions and ended with me and then Nancy.

“Yeah, we met. I’m sorry baby, but I just don’t meet chicks built like you every day,” he said looking directly at her breasts. Nancy was standing there giving him a hateful stare while trying her best to downplay her body.

I’ll admit that’s not an easy task. As you probably guessed, my gorgeous 26-year-old wife has an impressive set of breasts. A description of her body always begins with her 42-inch chest. From there, he body narrows to a 23-inch waist, and then slopes out again to 36 inches. She has shoulder-length light brown hair and an angelic face. Not to be forgotten are her world-class legs; at 5’10” she’s as tall as I am.

On this evening, Nancy was dressed in a snug pair of jeans and a tight sleeveless shirt. I was always noticing the guys sneaking peeks at her body. They just weren’t as up front about it as this Rocky guy was acting.

Nancy is an educated businesswoman with a master’s degree, who generally tries to downplay her physical assets. She’s used to men noticing her. They try to hit on her all the time, but she always cuts them down or brushes them away.

Rocky’s attentions were obviously annoying her, so she spun on her heels and headed for the kitchen. Rocky didn’t take his eyes off her sexy ass until she was out of sight.

“Good damn. That is one hot piece of ass.”

 

“Hey man. That’s Dan’s wife,” Tom said, coming to our rescue. “Show a little respect to our guests.”

Trying to break the tension just a bit, Gene said it was clear that I had married way over my head, which brought a laugh from everybody.

“I’m sorry man,” the giant said to me. “But I think it is a sign of respect. You got yourself one fine lady buddy. Good work.”

“Thanks,” I said. “Let’s all sit down and watch the game.”

The game started and the flat screen looked great. With the new speakers I bought it was the next best thing to being at the game.

I looked over at our new guest. He was one big mass of muscle. Even his head looked muscular; it was square, like the cartoon version of Superman.

I asked him if he ever played football. He said he had a college football scholarship, but failed out in his junior year. However, he parlayed his college notoriety into a job in sales for Tom’s company and was now doing quite well.

He was getting excited about the game as the Raiders took the lead early in the first quarter on a field goal. He said he became a Raiders fan after they had once given him a tryout.

Nancy came back into the room about half way through the first quarter and sat down next to me. She tried to watch the game, but I could see the Rocky’s loud enthusiasm for the Raiders was just pissing her off.

“I don’t like the Raiders,” she said. “They always cheat.”

“That’s what’s so great about them,” he replied smiling at her. “I think guys should always play nasty. It’s a real man’s football team. The Broncos are so corporate; they should be wearing suits and ties out there.”

“Well the Broncos always beat the Raiders, so maybe cheating doesn’t always pay off.”

“Want to make a little wager?” It was not unusual for us to make little bets during games. In fact, Rocky had caught on to our habit of making bets from quarter to quarter.

“Are you sure you want to bet? The Raiders have lost four straight games,” I said. “I don’t care. It’s Monday night and they’re playing the Broncos. They can’t lose. Well Nancy, how about it? Let’s say a $1,000 that the Raiders win the first quarter.”

“Whoa, our limit is usually only $100,” Tom said.

“Come on. You’re not afraid are you?”

“No. I’ll take the bet,” Nancy said. Wow, I thought, she never bets, and now she’s ready to bet a grand. But I wasn’t going to say a word. She doesn’t like it when I second-guess her in front of other. She’s got money; she can handle it, I said to myself.

Unfortunately, the Raiders scored on a 98-yard interception return near the end of the quarter. Rocky was now up $1,000 and Nancy was not happy about it.

“How about I let you get even?” he asked. “Let’s say we double it over the halftime lead.”

“OK.”

“Honey, can I talk to you in the kitchen?” I said. She got up and followed me.

“What are you doing? The Raiders are already up 10 points.”

“Don’t worry. The Broncos can go ahead with just two touchdowns.”

There was a silence between us for a few moments.

“I’m not going to let that asshole win, Dan,” Nancy said.

“He’s not winning; the Raiders are, and you’re just throwing money away.”

“Stop worrying. It’s only the first quarter, and the Broncos will come back.”

I didn’t push it. Again, she had the money to waste if she wanted to. The Raiders continued to add to their score with another field goal. But then things started to pick up as the Broncos scored on a long 13-play drive.

Nancy was really excited and jumped up and down when the Bronco running back took the ball in for the score. Rocky watched intently as her boobs bounced on her thin frame.

“I don’t mind loosing if you’re going to keep doing that baby. Did you guy see her rack bounce? Holy shit.”

Nobody dared answer as Nancy’s anger returned again. Rocky wouldn’t even let her enjoy the one Bronco touchdown. She sat back down and crossed her arms like a child with a temper tantrum. The game didn’t get any better and she was down two grand by halftime. I could see that she was thinking of a way to get him back. She stayed on the sofa throughout the halftime break. When the game started again, Rocky was ready with a new offer.

“Stop being pissed off Nancy. I’ll let you get your money back.”

“What’s the bet?” I asked.

“I’ll bet the Broncos don’t score another touchdown. If she wins, I give back the two thousand. But if she loses, she has to wear a cheerleader costume for the game next week.”

“OK,” she snapped.

“Wait a minute. It won’t be your college cheerleader uniform, but the ones the Raiderettes wear.”

“You don’t want to do this honey. Just give him the two grand.”

“Don’t tell me what to do,” she snapped. “I know the Broncos can score again. You’ve got a bet mister.”

By the beginning of the final quarter, the Broncos looked beat; however, they started a drive late in the game. This meant new life for Nancy who was now up on her feet. They got the ball down to the Raider 19-yard line.

“Do you want to make it more interesting?” Rocky said.

“What do you mean?”

“If they score a touchdown on this drive, I’ll get down and kiss your feet and admit the Raiders – you know that four letter work that begins with an “s.”

“And if they don’t score?”

“You have to sit on my lap during the entire game next week. In the Raiderette uniform no less, if they don’t score later.”

“No. Absolutely not,” I said. “I’m not going to let you do this.”

“There’re going to score right now,” she said.

“But what if they don’t.”

“They will,” she said enunciating both words slowly and carefully. She had a strange look of determination on her face. I had to relent because she was just so sure. That kind of blind faith couldn’t be reasoned with.

Unfortunately, the drive came up short and the Broncos kicked a field goal. With only five minutes left, time was running out. In fact, the Raiders scored one more time and that took the air out of their competition. The game ended 34-10.

Nancy ran off to our bedroom and I ushered our guests out.

“See you guys next week,” Rocky said with a huge fucking grin as he walked to the car with the other guys.

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Cuckolded on a Bet

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I’m Jeff and this is how I got cuckolded for the first time. At the time I was a sophomore in college and lived in three bedroom house with two other guys. Nick who was an easy going nice guy and Dwayne, an arrogant black guy who thought he was the greatest thing on earth, especially when it came to women.

I had dated my girlfriend Jen since our senior year of high school. After graduation we both went to local schools, me the local state university and Jen went to the local two year school to get some of her prerequisite classes out of the way while living at home.

Jen was raised in a religious household with strict parents and a strong sense of good girl behavior. When we started dating in high school Jen had never even been felt up. Although we didn’t really have a sexual relationship, we had a very intimate relationship. I respected her values and didn’t pressure her because she was special. I never met anyone quite like her before or since. She lit up the room when she walked in.

After a while she began to loosen up and we began to fool around more and more. Finally on our 2nd anniversary she told me she was ready to lose her virginity. It was the best sex I had ever had, it was the only time I ever loved the girl I was with. Not to mention Jen was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen too. She is 5’5″ with long straight golden blonde hair, blue eyes, soft silky smooth skin, perky b-cup breasts with big pointy nipples and a perfectly toned athletic body. She couldn’t be more perfect if she were sculpted by Michelangelo.

So anyway back to the story. Dwayne was always making smart ass comments and bragging about how big his cock was, He never came in that he didn’t talk about some girl that was begging for it. He even whipped it out and made comments to Nick and me about its size and how we probably wanted it too. In spite of his attitude Dwayne could be fun to hang out with sometimes and could be generous or helpful too.

Jen didn’t like Dwayne at all. She said he always looked at her like she was his prey and he was waiting for the right moment to pounce. Although he never said anything in front of her, he often made remarks to me about “did you see how Jen was looking at my cock? She wants it bro, she’s got a fever and nigga dick is the cure.”

Of course I blew him off when he would start up, it was just his way of having fun trying to get me riled up. Little did he know Jen found him repulsive? If she had a fault, it would be that sometimes she got a kind of high and mighty attitude with some people. Especially people she thought couldn’t control their urges. She viewed sex as very special and meant to be experienced in love, not animalistic lust.

One night after going out with Jen it was like Dwayne was waiting for me to come home to give me hell about her. As soon as I walked in the house he started, “hey Jeff, did you see how hot Jen was for me today? Man! I can’t believe she didn’t jump me right here on the couch.”

“Yeah whatever man, she really wants you, and you’re all she talks about.”

“If she wants me in her that bad maybe I should give her some”

“Dude, seriously. It’s kind of getting old hearing this all the time. She doesn’t like you, want you, or care anything about you. She thinks you are a jerk and is only semi cordial to you because you’re my roommate.”

“Jeff buddy, keep telling yourself that, but I can see these things in a hoe’s eyes, and Jen wants it bad. I could have her anytime I want, and she will beg me to fuck her harder and cum deep inside her.”

“You are so full of shit, not even for money, she’s not like the whores you always bring in here”

I have to admit, it was getting a little heated and I was losing my temper. Dwayne new it and loved every minute of it. The more he enjoyed it the more pissed off I got. Finally I without thinking first I blurted out, “I know she wouldn’t fuck you no matter what. I bet you can’t seduce her, even if the two of you are alone she won’t let you anywhere near her.”

“Really; then prove it. Get her sexy little ass over hear and we’ll find out which of us knows her better”

“Fine, what are the stakes? You name it”

“Anything I want?”

“I’m going to win, so name it. It don’t matter what you want from me cuz I won’t lose”

“Ok, if I can’t get up in her I’ll give $1000 and you can drive my convertible for two weeks. When I get done fuckin her you will owe me $1000 and I get you motorcycle for two weeks”

“I don’t have a $1000, you know that”

“Ok, since I’m risking a grand and my car, I want value for value. If I get my dick in her even for five seconds with her consent I get your bike, if she lets me bust in her cunt you owe me a bj”

“What! Fuck you”

“Come on buddy, what do you got to lose? You know for certain that I won’t be able to get near your precious perfect Jen. Don’t bitch up now, show your faith in her”

“Fine, it’s a bet.”

We shook on it and it was settled. If I was wrong he would get more than he knew, not only would I lose the love of my life, I would lose my dignity and self respect along with her.

Dwayne asked “when are we going to do this and how will you know what happens?”

“Tomorrow night and I don’t know. If you’re as great as you say I should be able to hear her outside your window”

“I have a better idea, come on and let me show you”

As we walked into Dwayne’s room he started to tell me how he was a real tech guru. He always got the newest and best of anything tech related. His newest toys were a set of high definition spy cameras that had a wireless connection to feed a recorder. He explained that the recorder could receive up to six different camera signals and record them all at once. The cameras were concealed in different things to make them inconspicuous. One was a smoke detector, another was a picture frame, and then he had various other hidden cams as well.

Dwayne proceeded to tell me his plan. I was to get Jen to wear something sexy and come over to go out with me to dinner and dancing. When she got there I would be in my room hiding with the recorder attached to my TV so I could see the “action” as he called it. Since I wouldn’t be there as far as Jen knew, Dwayne would have his chance to seduce her and I could see the whole thing from six different views. Of course the only action would be Jen shredding his ego with him not getting even a second’s worth of a chance to get her under his spell.

Just as we had planned, we put the cameras in place, one in the living room on the TV stand facing the couch and the rest strategically in Dwayne’s bedroom. I called Jen and made plans to go out and asked her to wear something sexy but not too sexy.

At about 7:00pm Jen texted me that she would be over in a half hour or so. I didn’t respond as part of the plan. When she knocked on the door I went in my room and locked the door. When I turned on the TV I saw Dwayne open the door wearing a pair tight white boxer/briefs and nothing else.

“Hey Dwayne. Is Jeff ready to go?”

“Jeff? He didn’t call you? He got an emergency call and had to take off”

“Whatever, I saw his car outside, where is he?”

“He’s not here, really. He told me he had to run out and that you were on your way and for me to tell you what happened and keep you entertained until he got back if you wanted to hang around and wait for him to get back.”

“Are you serious? He never called”

As she walked past to go to my room to check for herself she squeezed by Dwayne in the doorway. She noticed he was looking at her exposed cleavage as she went by.

“Really Dwayne! You don’t see enough from your whores? You got to look down my shirt as I walk by?”
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My Hot Wife has Many Secrets

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Before I married my beautiful and sexy wife, Julie, 10 years ago, we dated for over 5 years, though never exclusively.

I guess I should have known from her sexy dresses and outright promiscuous behavior from our dating days that she would stray outside of our marriage.

The difference is, back in the 1990s, when we dated, her behavior made me almost insanely jealous. When I learned not long ago that I was the husband of a truly hot wife, on the other hand, it turned me on immensely and the thought of her in action makes my cock twinge with excitement.

Julie’s looks are what can only be described as unique. At first sight, one might overlook her (unless she is dressed provocatively, which she often is). But upon closer examination, she never fails to turn heads. She has lustrous dark brown hair, eyes to match and a naturally tan complexion.

When we were dating, Julie’s trademark was short skirts. Her legs are incredible, not thin, but the nicely toned legs of a real athlete and, though she denies this, she has always loved to show them off in mini-skirts, including a micro-mini with fur trim she once wore on a date with another guy, along with ankle boots. On that particular night she showed up at a party that I was already at and every man in the place turned and gawked when she walked in. At the time, I was insanely jealous, but thinking back on it now absolutely makes my cock raging hard. I have no doubt that she fucked that lucky guy’s brains out that night. It drove me crazy at the time knowing that. Today, it drives me wild for a completely different reason.

There was another time when I got lucky with Julie that brings back sensationally sexy memories. I didn’t know what prompted this at the time, but one Saturday afternoon, Julie showed up at my apartment wearing very short cut-offs, cowboy boots and a leotard top. She also had her hair down and just the right touch of eye shadow, blush, eye liner and lip gloss. WOW.

One thing led to another and soon I was rubbing her wet pussy through those denim shorts and we fucked and sucked until Sunday morning, when she had to get ready for a date with another guy that night.
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Catholic Schoolgirl

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It was boring…damn it was boring. I’d been a college professor, for God’s sake. A Ph-fucking-D in American Literature & Writing. So what the hell was I doing teaching at Our Lady Of Mercy high school? Well, to make a long story short, it was money. Universities don’t pay assistant professors worth a damn and OLM (Old Laid Maids, to the cognoscenti), a conservative, full-student-uniform, old line Catholic private academy, had offered me a cool $10,000 more than Eastman City University to teach their “girls” about The Scarlet Letter and other tripe, oh excuse me, classics. So, I was bored.

Most of these girls were nice enough, maybe too nice, and not overly bright. 

They were at OLM because Mom & Dad wanted to keep them safe from boys. Naturally, while their parents paid a hefty tuition to get their girls ready for college and keep their virginities intact, the girls took every opportunity to mess around, both with boys and – oh shock, oh horror – each other. The rumor mill was constantly grinding out new salacious stories. Kirsten G had balled the football star from Cardinal O’Malley High School (better known as “Carnal & Manly”); Alicia S was in a lesbian tryst with her boyfriend’s older sister, and so on. It was enough to make you laugh out loud.

And the faculty — mostly older men, over 50 and married, or nuns & priests. There were only four of us who were under 50 and secular — myself, Sarah Jenkins (biology), Alex Fernandez (Spanish & French), and Molly Poulan (American History). Naturally, rumors had us all linked in a variety of wild sexual relationships. Naturally, they were all, all wrong. Molly was engaged, Alex gay, and Sarah only vaguely interested. We had gone out a few times, even slept together once, but nothing came of it. Me, Dr. Fisher, I was single and lonely and horny and bored.

Until (oh you KNEW there was an “until” didn’t you?) Megan Renzo walked into my English 12 class. She was a transfer from the public schools and acted like she didn’t fit in. The rumor mill had it that she had been “involved” with her music teacher and that the scandal got him fired and her packed off to OLM. Her Daddy was a lawyer and filthy rich, so Megan got in without passing an entrance examination and with the understanding that she would sail through OLM and get shipped off to a nice catholic girls college where she would stay to earn her Mrs.-degree. She had every likelihood to be trouble for us, and she knew it.

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Backseat Driving

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One of the things I truly enjoy the most in life is going on vacation with my wife.

It seems that every trip we take together is guaranteed to lead to some fantastic sex.

It was with that in mind that I encouraged my wife to come with me on my next business trip.

She was enjoying her usual summer off from work, and when I brought it up with her she was eager to go. I had scheduled a light workload for this trip so that we could enjoy some time together besides the long drive. The ride up was nice and I finished up my work early enough to get us a nice room at one of the local inns. We freshened up and spent the late afternoon and early evening shopping and walking the streets. The sun was setting so we decided to find someplace for a romantic dinner before we headed back to our room for a night of hot sex. We found a great bistro with a view of the bay and headed for the bar to wait for our table. We had a few drinks and then made our way to our table. My wife looked beautiful in the candle light and I was looking forward immensely to some intense fucking shortly.

One thing about my wife that I love; when she gets a few drinks in her, she’s an animal. She gets very horny and at times flirtatious. She is almost always very conservative and modest until she has some liquor in her. We were having a great time over our meal and I could see by the warm glow on my wife’s face that she was getting nice and juiced up.

During the meal my wife had been glancing over toward the bar a few times. She whispered to me finally that some guy was checking her out. I casually peeked over to the bar and saw her admirer standing there brazenly staring right at her. He was easily six foot four and from the size of his arms he was obviously in tremendous physical shape. I looked back at my wife and asked her what she thought of him.

Well she did not take half a second to answer. “Wow!’ was about all she could muster and she giggled into her drink. I found myself not all jealous but instead I was getting aroused. The rest of the meal I teased my wife about what a shame it was that she was married. We laughed and finished up our dinner. After I paid the bill I told my wife that we should have a nightcap at the bar before we headed for our room. I told her to go grab a seat at the bar and that after I paid the waiter I would meet up with her after going to the washroom.

She clumsily got up and made her way over to the bar. She was plainly on her way to being completely drunk and I was loving every minute of it. I watched her take a seat at the bar right next to the handsome stranger and he wasted no time in ordering her a drink and sitting right next to her. It was a while before the check came and during that time I sat back and enjoyed the show. This guy obviously knew she was married, as the ring on her finger was plain to see. He also knew that she was not alone, as he had been watching her all night. My wife was plainly enjoying the attention and she had turned on her stool to face him completely.

After I paid the bill I wandered over to the washroom. I passed my wife at the bar but did not say a word. She was laughing at some thing he had said and her drink was practically gone already. In the washroom I wondered at what was happening here. Sure I was turned on by the situation, it was something I had fantasized about for years. But here it was right in front of me, what should I do? I walked out and made my way to the bar. I found my wife and she introduced me to her new friend.

“Honey, this is Mark, he’s in town on business too.’ “Mister, you sure are one lucky man to be able to come home to her every night.’ Said Mark as he shook my hand. “I know Mark, she is a wonderful catch.’ I replied. Mark was plainly smashed and my wife was also beginning to slur her words a little.

“Honey we should go before you get anymore drunk.’ “It was nice to meet you Mark but we’re heading back to our motel now.’

Mark was plainly disappointed in this announcement but he quickly asked if there was anyway I could drive him back to his motel across town. He was in no condition to drive and it was more than twenty miles back to his room. My wife looked at me with sad puppy dog eyes and I agreed.

We headed for the parking lot and it was at that point that I knew my wife was tanked.

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Cum Party

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My girl friend Lisa and I rented several adult movies one night, out of boredom. One of the videos was multiple scenes of different women being completely covered in cum from multiple cocks. Lisa became very excited watching these women with numerous guys jerking off all over them. After the video was over, Lisa decided that she wanted to experience that! So, it had been decided that I would find ten or so guys to jerk off on her, no sex, just cum. So, I headed off to the local strip joint, thinking that would be the best place to find a group of horny men willing to jerk off on my girl. After floating around in the club for about an hour, I had twelve guys lined up to meet us at a local motel the next night. 

I picked up Lisa and headed to the motel. We took her massage table along, to have her at waist level. After we arrived, I sat up the table while Lisa showered. She came out naked, her tiny body glistening. Lisa is only five four and weighs just under 110 pounds. She has flowing red hair, deep green eyes and perfectly smooth white skin. She keeps her pussy shaved completely bare and her tiny ass is a perfect heart shape. 

We had about half an hour before the set time. I warned her that we may not get all twelve, but I was sure several would show up. Lisa loves toys, especially in her butt. So, I had her bend over and I inserted a small butt plug into her tiny ass. Then, I had her lay on the table, face up, and then I gently tied each of her legs to the frame. She hadn’t expected to be tied down, but I explained that no one could lift her legs and try to fuck her if she were secured. I then had her drop her arms to the side and secured them to the massage table frame too. Once she was secured, I took out a larger butt-plug and inserted it into her pussy, again explaining that no one could fuck her this way. Now with both holes filled and her tied tightly to the table, I began to massage her clit. Soon, she was cumming, I could see liquid oozing from her pussy around the plug. I continued to massage her clit, which kept her entire body shaking for almost ten minutes, and then there was a knock on the door.

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Elevator Ride

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Standing alone in his dorm room John pondered what his next move should be. It was Christmas break and there was barely anyone left on campus. Looking around he saw the picture of his family sitting on his dresser which was empty due to having no class over the break. Sitting to the right of that was his laptop which was open to facebook, his usual procedure to burn a couple hours while having nothing to do.

His dorm room was really quite empty, except for a Chicago Bulls calendar and some family photos, the walls were bare. He never really was the decorating type, he always thought when he found the right girl she would decorate their house for them. In truth he really didn’t care that much, he was fine with the walls being empty; it was always the people who visited him who had the problem, always saying how his room was so bland and boring, he didn’t care.

As he began to pace thoughts returned to what he was going to eat for dinner. Since it was Christmas break the cafeteria was closed, so he couldn’t count on that. There was always Burger King a couple blocks down he thought. With how cold it was outside in the dead of winter, traveling down the block really wasn’t appealing.

So with that in mind he was going to the ole standby and gets some food out of the vending machines. Crossing the floor he readjusted his sweat pants and made sure everything was in order. Opening the door he reached down and re-adjusted himself and started walking down the halls. With no one around he really didn’t have to worry about crashing into someone with his hands down his pants.

The walls were a boring white color, with every ten feet or so a new room with a corresponding number. His room was number 10, which was perfect because it was right in the middle of the hall which meant it was right across from the bathroom. Sure that meant hearing the door open and close during the night, but on those drunken nights when you have to get to the bathroom quick, nothing was better. His floor was completely abandoned; he was the only soul living there the entire month. He kind of liked it that way, but it also got lonely.

This was the first time he wasn’t able to go home for the holidays because his parents were on a cruise they book months ahead of time. They didn’t think about him of course, they never did. As he walked by room number six, he could smell the sweet scent of pot. His friend George lived in that room and was a huge pothead, always skipping class to go get high with his girlfriend, but naturally a straight A student.

Reaching the elevator he clicked the button and only had to wait a matter of seconds before the elevator arrived, another perk of being one of the few in the building. His building was newly renovated so the elevators were exceptionally nice, wood panels and carpeted floors. The amber colored floor brought out the wood of the elevator but looked strange next to the white walls of his floor. Each floor had different colored walls ranging from light blue, white, to brown and even red. He always thought he picked the right floor sense he was always told he had a boring personality.

The elevator slowly descended until it reached the lobby and he exited onto the ceramic tile. Walking across the floor he could hear his footsteps slap the tile, echoing around the corridor. With the lobby vending machines down the hallways on the right, he walked that direction. As he turned the corner he could hear grunts and heavy breathing from where the vending machines were. A metallic crack sounded off into the air as if someone was kicking the machine. With his heart beat quickened he picked up the pace to see if someone needed help. (more…)

My Wifes First Threesome

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It had been about six years since my wife and I had bought our house, and our guest bedroom was in need of a good painting. So, I hired a local painter to take care of the job. The guy had been recommended to me by a friend, and after doing a quick appraisal, he told me he could take care of the room in one day. “No problem,” I said, “we’ll be here all Saturday.”

Around noon on Saturday, the painter — Rob was his name — arrived at the house. My wife, Emily, greeted him at the door, and showed him up to the guest room while I took care of some work in the den. After leading him upstairs, Emily returned to the den to join me, sitting on my lap as I looked over some business reports. Nonchalantly, I grazed my hand across her leg, rubbing her thigh and continuing my reading. Emily was wearing this tight little miniskirt, and after a few minutes, my mind had drifted from what was on those reports to what was concealed underneath that skirt. I began thinking about the amazing sex we had had last night, and I was becoming increasingly horny as I relived those memories. Subtly, I slid my hand in between my wife’s tanned, juicy thighs, and began to edge closer to her nether-regions.

Upon realizing what I was up to, Emily quickly snapped her legs completely closed. “Jason!” she scolded, “the painter is right upstairs!” I rolled my eyes. Yes, sex with Emily was great, but sometimes, I wished she could be just a little less uptight. While she was by no means shy in the bedroom — she loved to suck cock and had demanded anal on multiple occasions — she was absolutely adamant about keeping our sex life entirely between us. She disliked PDA, wasn’t fond of nude beaches, and absolutely loathed porn. Basically, she felt sex and nudity should be shared between one man and one woman, without others seeing or knowing about it. Obviously, with this firm stance, a quickie with the painter upstairs was out of the question.

But, being a horny male, I persisted. “Come on, baby, just a quick one.” She frowned.

“And what if the painter comes down and sees us?” she asked.

I thought about this for a minute. Desperate to just get into those panties — sex or not — I compromised. “You just sit here and I’ll finger you,” I proposed. “If we hear him coming, I’ll move my hand, and he’ll be none the wiser.” To make my offer even more appealing, I slid my hand a little further up Emily’s leg, prodding her pussy with my pinky finger. Reluctantly, she spread her legs a few inches.
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World Cup Fucking

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World Cup fever was running rampart. Cars drove down the street flying their favorite nationality flags. My husband Rick had planned a “World Cup Party” for the guys to watch the final game on out big screen TV. He had invited fifteen of his buddies and spared no expense to entertain them while they watched […]

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