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Slut Wife With The Cop

“Well that’s just great,” I sighed, looking in my rear view mirror. The red and blue lights were a giveaway that this was going to be a bad night for me. I know I had been speeding a little bit but was he really serious about pulling me over for that?

“Just relax, Hun. It’s not that big a deal, it happens,” my wife said. It was easy for her to say, I knew she was loving it. She was certainly dressed for a little leniency. She had just gotten off of work waitressing at our local restaurant… which is known for it’s waitresses. The uniform was outrageous.

Her skirt was eight-inches long and straight up and down when she started working there but as the management realized their gold mine of truck drivers that went through they made a few adjustments. The skirt she had on was only five-inches long and flowy, which made my wife look like a real spectacle. She wore a thong every night, which was guaranteed to have her ass cheeks on display no matter if she was standing, bending over or walking. The high-heels also made that worse. Her shirt was a tight little tube top, and while it wasn’t mandatory, she insisted that a bra would be uncomfortable and would leave unsightly lines.

I knew any cop that saw her would probably think she was a hooker. It was at that point I heard a knock on my window. I didn’t even notice him walk up.

“Sir, step out of the car please.”

I was in shock. What had I done? I thought back and couldn’t think of anything. I opened up the car door and step out. I had a feeling I was in for trouble. The officer was much bigger than me, black and looked annoyed. His arms were huge, bigger than my neck was round and stood a good four inches above me. I was instantly intimidated.

“Do you know why I pulled you over?” he asked in a deep, commanding voice.

“I genuinely have no idea. Was I speeding?” The officer shook his head yes.

“Not just that, you were swerving around. Have you had anything to drink tonight?”

“One bottle of beer while I was waiting for my wife to get off work, that’s it,” I replied. The officer ducked his head down and looked in the car.

“Good evening, ma’am,” he said, tipping his hat towards her. I heard my wife squeak a reply back. He lifted his head back up to me. “You have a nice wife.”

“Excuse me?”

“She’s polite,” he replied. I couldn’t say much about that… but I was pretty sure I knew what he meant. I was going to find out I was right. “Sir, turn around and place your hands behind your head.”

“WHAT FOR?!” I yelled back. He didn’t take that too well. I was spun around in a second and slammed against the driver side of our car. Before I could say anything else cold steel slapped against my wrists and my cuffed hands were behind me.

“If you say a single word, you’re going in the back of my car and that’s the end of it,” he said in a low voice against my ear. I stayed quiet. “Miss, can you please step out of the car now and come around to this side?” I heard the car door open and my wife pranced around to our side. She looked like a spectacle with her short skirt and ass cheeks hanging out from underneath them. Her nipples were pressed firmly against her tight top and shot out like missiles.

“Turn around place your hands on the hood of the car,” he said, commanding. My wife looked at me and I just nodded my head. What else could I do, in reality? I didn’t want to get arrested. She did as she was told. The natural arch in her back made her ass stand out when combined with the heels, as the officer began to pat her down. I kept my eyes on her face as he began to slide down.

I saw her eyes go wide and I knew what he was doing. I looked down and saw him sliding his hand up and down her one thigh and then the other one. My wife had great legs and he was pawing at her… I knew this is what he wanted. His face was eye level with her exposed ass cheeks and he was staring at them as he went about his business. We were literally at his mercy. We both knew that no one was going to come down this road this late. We took back roads on purpose for that reason… no cops.

“I’m not going to mix words, sir. I’m either going to book you for drunk driving or your wife is going to do everything I say,” he said, bluntly. I was in shock!

Mimi Becoming A Slut Wife

My wife is one of those people who have managed to reach adulthood with no conception of the actual value of money or of the fact that it can sometimes be damned hard to come by. After several years of trying to get her educated and failing I was forced to take drastic steps if only to protect my credit and keep us out of bankruptcy. I cancelled all of her credit cards and closed our joint checking and savings accounts. When the inevitable outcry came, “What am I supposed to do for money?” I simply told her to get a job and learn to manage her own money. She whined, moaned and bitched, but in the end she did go out and get a job and this is the story of how this job turned her into a slut wife.

She got a job as a cocktail waitress at a down town lounge. I wasn’t supposed to know that – she told me she had a job cleaning offices after hours – but the guy who hired her was a very good friend of mine. Dale and I had served in the same unit when we were in the Army and about five years after my discharge I ran into him in a down town restaurant, we renewed the friendship and we usually see each other a couple of times a week for lunch. Mimi had never met Dale, but Dale had seen every picture of Mimi that she had sent me when I was overseas and he recognized her as soon as she walked into his office. He had given her an application and while she was filling it out he left the room and called me, “What do you want me to do?”

“Is there any reason she can’t work for you?”

“Well, kind of.”

“What does that mean?”

“Well, the uniforms, costumes really, that the girls have to wear are awful skimpy and revealing and along with the red high heels that complete the outfit the girls fairly invite sexual comments from our customers. Of course that is the effect we are aiming for. Our target clientele is the well to do businessman who stops off on the way home from work to talk business with friends and clients and the appearance of our girls is meant to be an inducement to get them to come here rather than go some where else. If Mimi comes to work here she will be hit on from the moment she punches in until the time she gets in her car to go home. I don’t know how strong your marriage is buddy, but I’ve seen a lot of happily married women come to work here and end up as sluts. She’ll make a fortune in tips, but the down side is that this place can have a corrosive effect on some marriages.”

“At least if she’s working there you can keep an eye on her for me.”

“Only partly true buddy. I go home at seven when the night manager comes in to relieve me so I’ll only be here for the first two hours of her shift. I can ask the night guy to keep an eye on her for me, but I can’t guarantee a thing.”

“Do the best you can Dale. At least I’ll know where she will be.”

Mimi got the job and every Friday after that she would come home with an envelope with one hundred and sixty dollars in it – her take home pay from her cleaning job. I knew that she was making a lot more than that, but so what? I’d told her to get a job and earn her own spending money and she had gone and done it so what she did with her money was her business. I’d check in with Dale a couple of times a week to see how Mimi was doing and he always told me that there were no problems that he was aware of, “Of course I’m only speaking for the two hours she’s with me. Lenny, the night guy, told me he would keep an eye on her and he hasn’t said anything about problems.”

Three months went buy and one day I called Dale and he said that he had heard that Mimi was doing a little ‘light hooking’ on the side.

Betting On My Wife

My wife Jen and I have been married for 5 years. Jen is a very beautiful 5 feet 8 inches tall and weighs 130 pounds. She has auburn hair and blue eyes and the greatest tits and ass I could ever ask for. My story starts 5 months ago when we moved into our new house.

On moving day we met our new neighbors John and Cathy. Cathy is a sexy blond and John is tall and athletic and has dark brown hair. John and Cathy came over as soon as we arrived at the house to see if they could help us in any way. It seemed that we became friends almost instantly. Over the last five months we have been have been closer to John and Cathy than we have been to any other couple since we married. We have dinner at one house or the other almost every week and often go out together.

Two weeks ago when John and Cathy were at our house for dinner, Cathy was helping me clear the dishes off the table while John was in the living room talking with Jen about a book he was reading. Suddenly Cathy leaned close to me and whispered “You shouldn’t leave Jen alone with John like that.” then she laughed. I asked her what she meant and Cathy said, “John wants to have sex with Jen.” The way she said it was as if she were saying John wants to go to the store. There was no emotion so I thought she must be joking so I laughed. Cathy said “I’m serious, John will be inside Jen the first chance he gets.

I said “That crazy. Jen isn’t interested in John in that way.”

Cathy replied, “She doesn’t have to be interested now. John will seduce her. He can seduce anyone in a very short time.”

I said “I don’t buy that, Jen would never fall for some line and then cheat on me.”

Cathy looked at me for a minute then said, “Are you confident enough in Jen that you would take a chance that I am right? Because if you are I would like to make a little wager with you.”

I don’t know what it was about her challenge but I suddenly felt both nervous and aroused at the same time. I said “How much of a wager?”

Cathy said, “Well if you win I will pay you $50 and have sex with you. If I win you pay me $50 and you have to promise that you won’t get mad at Jen or John because it wont be their fault. After all, I warned you that it would happen and it’s not like Jen is out looking to have an affair.”

The wager made Cathy sound all the more confident that she would win which made me more nervous and also more aroused. I agreed to the bet and asked, “Okay, how do we do this?”

Cathy said “We will have to leave the house for awhile so just follow my lead.” Then we went into the living room to join John and Jen. Instead of sitting down Cathy announced “Since you two are talking about books that I am not interested in I am going to drag Bill along with me to the video store and pick out a couple of moves for latter.” Nobody said anything so Cathy headed for the door with me following. We got in the car and drove around the corner and walked to the house and crepted in the back door and went up the back staircase and moved to the balcony that overlooks the living room. John and Jen were still on the couch talking. I couldn’t hear them well but I did hear John telling Jen what an attractive women she was. I could see her blush but she seemed to enjoy the complement. John continued complementing her although I couldn’t hear exactly what he was saying. Within just a couple of minutes he was holding Jen’s hand and talking about how lovely her skin was. I saw that Jen was getting uncomfortable and then she pulled her hand away from John and got up and walked to the window. I began to think I was going to win my bet and I actually felt a little disappointed.

On The Beach

My wife and I often fantasized about sharing her with other men, but we never thought it would ever really happen. In a way, I don’t think we wanted it to happen. We realized that it’s a fun idea when you’re hot and horny, but when it’s over, things might look a little different.

The problem is, what do you do when you’re presented with a golden opportunity to realize your fantasy just when you’re hot and horny?

My wife Claudia and I found out one afternoon a few years ago. We were on a long-awaited vacation up in Canada, on the west coast islands. It was the first time in almost 10 years that we’d managed to get away, just the two of us, with no kids. We intended to make the most of it.

We weren’t in our hotel room five minutes before we were in bed. First, we’d thrown open the balcony doors that looked out over the ocean, only a hundred yards away. It was an unusually warm day for May, but it was off season and the beach was empty. We had the feeling we were the only people in the hotel.

The fresh sea air seemed to fire our lust and we quickly undressed one another. I turned Claudia toward the balcony, slid behind her and lifted her tight T-shirt over her head. She’d already turned the heads of the few hotel employees in the lobby as we’d checked in. At 44 and a mother of two, she still had a great, curvy figure – full breasts, slim tummy and broad hips, with strong thighs and calves.

Her boobs were almost spilling out of her sheer black bra as I yanked the shirt over her head. I reached around to run the palms of my hands over the silky material and felt her nipples stiffen under my touch.

“You’re too beautiful to keep to myself,” I whispered, reaching for the clasp between her breasts that would undo her bra. “I’m going to show you off now.”

She turned her head to me and smiled. “I’m sure the seagulls will enjoy the show,” she said. She pushed her bum back into my hips and I rubbed my growing hard-on against her.

“I bet there’s someone out there watching,” I said, scanning the beach. There wasn’t a soul in sight. “Get ready, whoever you are, and enjoy my wife.” I opened her bra and slowly peeled back the thin material. Claudia’s tits swung free, wobbling gently, nipples stiff in the breeze.

My wife lifted her arms over her head and shook her boobs. “Look at me, stranger,” she said. “Do you like what you see?”

She was playing along for my benefit, but I sensed she was getting into a bit as well. “Show them some more,” I said. I sat down on the bed to watch. My cock was hard as a rock.

Claudia started to sway her body and slowly unzipped her skirt. She wiggled her hips a few times, keeping her hands behind her head, and the skirt started to slide down. She tugged it down over her hips. Her bum shuddered as it popped free of the tight fabric. The skirt fell to the floor and she stepped out of it. She was still wearing her heels.

She looked over her shoulder at me and smiled wickedly. “Do you want me to give him a show?” she said, then turned back and stepped out onto the balcony. My heart skipped a beat. Our room was on the second floor and it was easy to see through the narrow wooden posts in the low balcony wall.

She peered carefully down over the balcony wall and then to both sides. The sun cast a golden glow on her round tits. Her bum peeked out of her panties as she leaned over the edge of the balcony.

“There’s somebody out there, Bill,” she said. She was looking out to the left somewhere. She turned her body to face that direction. “He’s kind of good-looking. Tall. Nice broad shoulders.” She looked over at me. “He’s looking at me.”

She started to slowly peel her black panties down over her hips. She rolled them gently down her legs, over her strong thighs and round calves. She kept her legs straight the whole time. Her large breasts swayed from side to side as she slid her panties down.

Then she stood up again, hands over her head and kicked the panties to one side. She was nude except for her high heels. “He’s watching me, Bill,” she said. She turned herself from side to side, swaying her hips, showing off. Her boobs jiggled as she moved. I was almost passing out from my arousal.

I pulled off the rest of my clothes. My erection was throbbing. “OK, showtime’s over,” I said hoarsely. “Get back in here. You’re all mine now.”

Claudia looked over at me, her eyes on my rigid cock. She seemed transformed by her little show. She strutted provocatively into the room, the curves of her legs accentuated by the heels. Her nipples jutted out and she had an almost fierce look on her flushed face. Her tits bobbled with each step. She looked like she was going to devour me.

“I don’t know if my husband would approve,” she said. “He’s back at home, hard at work, while I’m up here with you, a complete stranger.” Her voice was a little hoarse.

She threw a leg over my lap and straddled my cock. She leaned down and whispered into my ear, “I don’t know your name, mister, but I want you to fuck me.” She lowered herself quickly onto me in one smooth motion. She was so wet, I slid into her effortlessly.

She grasped my shoulders and closed her eyes. We started to buck against each other, almost in a frenzy. I had only thrust into her a couple of times before she let out a loud moan between gritted teeth. Seeing her come so quickly sent me over the top and I immediately exploded inside of her.

We collapsed beside each other onto the bed. After a few minutes, I turned to look at her. Her eyes were closed and her breasts rose and fell with each breath. The sea breeze blew gently over our skin. I reached over and squeezed a breast. She smiled, but kept her eyes closed.

“Your husband’s a lucky man,” I said.

Her smile broadened and she opened her eyes a slit to peer at me. “I’m glad you think so.”

She turned to me and cuddled up. “I hope you don’t think I do this on a regular basis. My husband is actually a great guy. And a great lover.”

I closed my eyes and smiled, listening to the wind and the waves.

“That was fun,” I said after a few minutes. “Imagining you with another guy, I mean.”

She hugged me. “You’re a pervert.” Then she looked up at me and stroked my hair. “I don’t want anyone but you.”

I kissed the top of her head and looked out the balcony doors. I could see the tops of some pine trees. The sound of the surf reminded me of summer days at the cottage when I was a teenager. Sometimes when I got horny, I’d go for a walk in the woods and take off my clothes. I’d hide them somewhere and then head off through the trees, my hard cock bobbing in front of me. When I’d get to a road, I’d wait until the coast was clear, then step out and quickly jerk off, my excitement fired by the idea that I’d be seen by someone.

I looked back down at Claudia, at the curve of her hip pressed against me. I realized I was disappointed that there hadn’t been anyone watching her, that it was me that she’d fucked and not a stranger. The idea was absurd, now that my lust had been satisfied … my wife dancing nude for a stranger on a hotel balcony and then making love to him. Still, part of me wished it had really happened.

***

We spent the next several days on the beach. It seemed to stretch for miles in both directions. There was no one else around, and we didn’t do much other than read and work on our tans. Sometimes we would take long walks and settle down on a part of the beach far away from the hotel. The weather held … it was sunny most days, if not always warm.

On the third day, when we were on one of those isolated pieces of sand, I suggested to Claudia that she sunbathe topless. “You won’t have many chances like this,” I said. “A beautiful beach, the sun on those great tits of yours … and no one to see you. Unfortunately.”

Claudia smiled at me, then sat up and undid her bikini top. She pulled it off and her boobs jumped out. She lay back and closed her eyes. The cool breeze off the water quickly stiffened her nipples.

She took a deep breath and sighed. “You’re right,” she said. “It feels great.”

I tormented myself with fantasies of her being watched by other men, but there seemed to be nobody within a hundred miles of us. After a while, I got bored and picked up my book again.

That was our routine for most of the week, but things changed on Saturday. It was about three in the afternoon. Claudia was lying dreamily beside me, her big boobs naked and shuddering from time to time as she shifted positions on her towel. I was sitting up, taking a break between chapters of my book when out of the corner of my eye I saw a figure walking along the beach, a couple of hundred yards away.

My pulse picked up. I glanced down at my wife and her round breasts, then back up at the approaching figure. After a few minutes I could see that it was a man. He was tall and slim, skinny really. He was wearing red swimming trunks and a white T-shirt.

I couldn’t decide whether to tell Claudia and risk having her put her top back on, or just quietly let the guy get an eyeful as he walked past. If he kept going, he would pass within a few yards of us. I picked up her bikini top and stuffed it under my hips.

“There’s somebody coming,” I whispered, “but don’t worry, he’s a long way off. Can’t see a thing, I’m sure.”

Claudia quickly put her arms up over her breasts and lifted her head, looking up and down the beach. “Where is he?” She sounded slightly panicked.

“Take it easy,” I said. “He’s down there.” I pointed across her chest. She peered out over the beach.

When she caught sight of him, she relaxed a little. “Oh, Jesus, Bill, I thought he was right here or something. You scared me.” She sat up, still trying to cover her breasts. “Where’s my top?” Her boobs were squeezing out from under her arms.

“Relax,” I said. “He won’t to be able to see a thing. Just roll over onto your stomach if you want.” I tried to give her a winning smile. “But it might be fun to give this poor guy something to remember.”

Claudia looked at me sideways for a moment, then shook her head. “You’re nuts, Bill. You really want me to show my tits to a complete stranger?”

“It might be fun,” I said. I looked down the beach. The walker was about 100 yards away now. He was looking down at the sand and didn’t seem to be paying any attention to us. “Think about the little show you put on the other day on the balcony. That was hot. Here’s a chance to make it happen for real.”

“You want me to dance nude for this guy?” she asked. Her face said it all: are you completely insane?

“No, for Christ’s sake,” I said. “I’m just talking about lying here topless. Let him have a look at those beauties.” I reached over and gave one boob a squeeze. She tried half-heartedly to pull away, giving me a scolding look before smiling again.

“It’s no big deal,” I said. “People sunbathe topless all the time. And you’ve got a lot more to show than most.” My enthusiasm for the idea was growing along with my cock. “You’re hot. Give this guy a little.”

Claudia looked at me, then back down at the approaching stranger. “What’s he look like?” she asked, still peering at him.

“Who cares?” I said. My dick was pressing up against the inside of my swimsuit.

“I do,” she said. “I’m not giving a show to just anybody. What if he’s some old guy or something? That would be creepy.”

He was about 50 yards away now and we could at least see that he was not “an old guy.” He was maybe in his thirties, it was hard to tell exactly. My wife took a deep breath and looked back at me. After a second she smiled, like she’d smiled at me on the balcony.

“Too bad my husband isn’t here,” she said, and my heart pounded harder. “He’d like to see this.”

Then she turned back towards the walker, who was now just 20 yards away, and lowered her arms to her side. Her boobs wobbled free. Her nipples were stiff … like my cock. Just then he glanced over at us. He looked at my wife and slowed down for a split second, but then resumed his pace and looked back down at the sand. As he passed us, just a few yards away, he lifted his head. He was pretending to look straight ahead, but he kept glancing over at my wife through the corner of his eyes.

Claudia lay down and lifted her arms over her head, closing her eyes. Her full boobs jiggled a little.

“He’s looking at you,” I whispered. “And he’s enjoying what he’s seeing.”

Claudia smiled. “I hope so,” she said. Then she stretched her back a little, which lifted her breasts up slightly and set them wobbling again.

I looked back at the walker just in time to see that he couldn’t resist … he was staring at her hard. But then he quickly looked away. I smiled at him, but I couldn’t tell if he saw me or not.

Then he was past us. He didn’t dare look back. I wondered how long it would be before he returned.

I looked down at my wife. “You’re a hotty,” I said. I reached over and squeezed one of her tits, flicking my thumb over the thick nipple. “You’re husband must be crazy to let you out of the house alone.”

“He’s crazy, alright,” she said, smiling. Her eyes were still closed.

The walker was almost out of sight around a curve in the shoreline.

After a moment, Claudia said, “Hey stranger, why don’t you touch me again?”

I reached over and stroked her tummy, then slowly ran my hand up over one breast. She squirmed slightly.

“That feels different than when my husband does it,” she said. “I like it.”

I leaned down and took a long, stiff nipple into my mouth. She moaned quietly. Then she lifted her head close to mine and whispered, “Let’s fuck. Right now.”

She kissed me hard, pushing her tongue into my mouth. Reaching down with her other hand, she grasped my raging cock through the thin cotton of my swimsuit.

I ran my hand down into her panties. She pushed her hips back against the pressure and I slid a finger into her. She was soaking wet.

“Strip me and fuck me,” she panted. “Right now.”

I was amazed by the effect this little show had on my wife, but I lost no time taking advantage of it. I leaned down and ran my tongue over her nipples. Claudia moaned again and pushed her hips harder against my hand. I now had three fingers pumping into her.

I was blind with lust and ready to swing myself on top of her when I remembered where we were. I turned to look over my shoulder. The walker was returning.

“Shit,” I said, quickly rolling away from her. “He’s coming back.”

Claudia looked down the beach and let out a sigh of frustration. She let her head fall back onto her towel. “Damn,” she whispered. She closed her eyes.

My cock was pulsating. Claudia was breathing quickly. She reached down and stroked herself between her thighs with both hands for a moment and kind of growled, lifting her knees. The effect was to squeeze her boobs together. They seemed to have stiffened with her arousal and barely shook at all.

Then she put her legs back down and lifted her hands back over her head, resigned, it seemed, to a missed opportunity. “Damn,” she said again.

The walker was getting closer. He looked in our direction. This time, he didn’t bother looking away. I watched him watch us for a few moments. My cock was throbbing in my swimsuit and all I could think of was my wife begging her “stranger” to fuck her.

On an impulse, I reached over and squeezed Claudia’s breast. She gasped slightly, but remained still and kept her eyes closed.

My head was spinning. “I want you to strip for this guy,” I said.

I squeezed her tits together and let them fall back again. I pinched her nipples, a little harder than usual. Claudia squirmed.

“I want that guy to fuck you,” I said.

I looked over at the walker. He had slowed down and was staring over at us. I held his gaze for a moment, then turned back to my wife.

Her mouth was slightly open and her face was flushed. Her eyes remained closed.

“He’s coming over now,” I said. I squeezed her tits again, then ran my hand down between her thighs.

She seemed to shake her head ever so slightly, but then she whispered, “OK.”

I thought I was going to pass out. The walker had stopped and was watching us. I slid my hand into Claudia’s bikini bottoms. She again lifted her hips to meet the pressure.

“You want him to fuck you, don’t you?” I said. I could hardly get the words out of my mouth.

My wife hesitated for a moment, but I could see the excitement in her face, the coloring of the skin on her chest.

“Yes,” she said.

“Take off your panties,” I said. “Show him your body.”

Claudia hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her bikini bottoms and slowly tugged them down, lifting her hips.

I gestured to the walker with my head, indicating that he should come closer. He didn’t move. Claudia had gotten her panties about halfway down her thighs. I reached down and pulled them over her knees. She kicked them free. Her eyes were still closed. She was breathing heavily.

Again I gestured to the walker. He began to walk toward us. As he got closer, I could see the bulge in his swimsuit. The sun was behind his head so I couldn’t see his face very clearly. There was some kind of Asian writing on his shirt. I noticed that his arms and legs were dark and hairy.

Then he was standing over us. He looked down at my nude wife. I returned my hand between her legs and again slipped a finger into her wet slit. The walker knelt down on Claudia’s other side. After a minute, he reached down and gently stroked her tummy. She stiffened at his touch and stopped breathing for a second. I bent down and kissed her, running my tongue over her lips. She opened her mouth, took my tongue and relaxed with a quiet moan.

The walker moved his hand up over her breasts. I continued to run my fingers over my wife’s stiff clitoris as I kissed her deeply. The walker was massaging her breasts with both hands now, and she pressed herself back against his hands and my fingers. She was literally writhing against the two of us, occasionally moaning as we continued to kiss passionately.

My wife lowered her head back onto the towel. She was panting now. I nodded my head to the walker. He looked up and down the beach, but there was nobody in sight. He stood up and quickly pulled off his swimsuit. His cock bounced up, long, narrow and hard.

He knelt down at my wife’s feet. When she felt his touch, she spread her legs. The walker lowered himself between her thighs, supporting himself with his hands on either side of my wife’s head.

He looked down at her slit and pushed the head of his erection gently against her. She lifted her hips in response and he slid quickly into her. She gasped and he moaned at the same time. One part of me knew this was crazy, watching my wife being willingly fucked by a complete stranger. How could this be happening? But my lust was overpowering. I thought I was going to explode.

The walker slowly withdrew his long cock, then pushed back in. He groaned loudly with every thrust. My wife bit her lip and gasped. I bent down again and kissed her furiously, squeezing her tits roughly, pinching her nipples.

I sensed that the walker was going to come soon. I sat back for a moment and pulled off my shirt and tugged down my swimsuit. I looked up and down the beach … nobody there.

Just as I looked back, the walker inhaled sharply and pushed hard into my wife. He held that position, his eyes squeezed shut. As he let out a loud groan, Claudia lifted her head up, looked down at their bodies locked together. She grasped the walker’s shoulders, squeezing hard.

She yelled out as her orgasm crashed over her and the walker pumped his sperm deep inside of her. I got up on my knees and closed my hand around my rock-hard erection. The pressure behind my balls seemed immense. I didn’t know what to do. There was no room for me.

Then my wife pulled the walker’s head down and kissed him. Her mouth opened wide as he drove his tongue into her and pumped deeply into her a second time.

I couldn’t hold back any longer. First a few drops of semen fell from my twitching cock. Then a long jet of cum shot out and splashed against her shoulder. She released her grip on the walker’s head and fell back onto the towel just as two more blasts of cum pumped out of me in quick succession, leaving thick stripes of sperm across her face.

I stumbled forward on my knees as more semen shot onto her arms and into her hair. But she paid no attention. She was grinding her hips against the walker’s thrusts as he filled her with his sperm. They were both groaning and grunting in raw pleasure.

After a few more moments, it was over. The walker remained between my wife’s thighs, his shoulders and back heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Claudia lay panting beneath him, eyes still closed, chest and face flushed, my semen dripping off her cheek and into the hair above her ear.

I fell back onto the sand. I was in a state of shock. What had we just done? I panicked for a second, thinking this would be the end of our marriage.

I looked up and down the beach, but there was still not a soul to be seen. Who would by the first to speak, and what would they say, I thought. Just then, the walker lifted his head and looked around. He slowly pulled himself out of my wife and sat back on his haunches. He ran his hand once through his dark hair. His long cock fell limply against his thigh, glistening in the fading sunlight.

Then he stood up, got dressed and, without looking at either one of us or saying a word, walked away.

After a few moments, my wife turned to me. I tried to smile. “Well,” I said. “That was … something.”

She grinned. “Yes, it was.” She sat up and put on her bikini top. “That was crazy,” she said, as she slid the bottoms up over her bum. She glanced over at me and lifted her eyebrows. “And it was fun.”

I smiled, for real this time. “Yeah, it was really fun.”

We collected our stuff and made our way back to the hotel. We spent the rest of the vacation indoors. We wondered whether the walker was a guest there but we never saw him again. We spent a lot of time talking about our little escapade and how it had happened, whether we would do it again.

It seemed like a dream. And every time we talked about it, we ended up in bed … or on the floor, on the balcony, in the bathroom. We were like horny teenagers again.

Then we went home and back to our normal lives. That was three years ago. We still talk about it but we’ve never repeated it. It would be easy, if we wanted to. We still pretend to do it, sometimes.

Who knows, maybe one day we will.

Sherry and the Stripper

Sherry took a deep breath. She wasn’t ready for this. How could she be? Nothing she had experienced before had prepared her. Why was she doing this? Would she regret it? Would Harry? Every last minute doubt possible was confusing her, frightening her.

Another deep breath. It was time to go. One more glance in the full-length mirror in her bedroom. She looked just as Michael had asked. Pink blouse, low, low cut. Charcoal skirt not tight around her ass and legs, 4 inches above the knee. Garter belt holding hose high, high up her thighs. Hose as tan as her shapely legs, almost invisible, so erotic, so seductive.

On her right leg, Sherry wore a gold anklet purchased at her request by her husband Harry. It was a symbol to those in the know of a “hot wife.” Under her skirt, pink thong panties to match her pink bra. Never had she considered wearing a thong, but as she slid them up her silky, waxed smooth legs, she felt a slow throb in her clittoral region.

Michael would never see the underwear, but Sherry felt obligated to wear it just the same. The knowing it was there, knowing he knew it was there made it soooo erotic. Her only concern was whether it would hold back the building flood.

Harry was already in the car as she walked out of the house. The short skirt rustled against her legs as she walked, caressing them. It felt good, really good. As she slid onto the leather passenger’s seat, Harry watched her legs as they spread apart when she entered, watched the skirt ride high when she sat down, then lower again when she brushed the hem down.

Sherry’s husband moved his hand to her thigh and tried to stroke upward. She caught it and said, “Not for you.” She smiled, but her grip was firm and Harry removed his hand.

“Well,” said Harry, “this guy really knows how to establish an exciting scene. Then they rode to the hotel in silence, listening to radio, lost in thoughts of their own. Each re-living a private fantasy for the last time before it finally collided with reality.

Five years ago Sherry turned forty and a confluence of events began leading to her journey to the hotel, and farther. Her only child, Jason had left for the Navy, she took her first job outside the home since she was nineteen, and her husband Harold, Harry, received the promotion he’d worked his entire career for.

Perhaps the promotion was too much for him; perhaps he’d reached his level of incompetence. Before that could be established conclusively though, Harry launched himself into a workaholic’s schedule to prove himself.

All this left Sherry with new friends and far fewer family commitments. The first seed was planted about eighteen months after she began work. One of the women she’d become friends with suggested a girls’ night out – to a strip club.

Wife Cums To His Office

The Morning

Lauren and Joe arrived early at work. They said goodbye and each left for their respective office. They both work in neighboring buildings just across a sidewalk. So close that they could see into each other’s offices and today was their first day back at work in two weeks. For two glorious weeks they had walked along sandy beaches, snorkeled with marine life, and fucked on every available piece of furniture in their hotel room. It was going to be tough getting back into their regular work routines.

The Afternoon

Lauren turned to look at the clock on the wall for the third time. The day seemed to go on forever and she was anxious for it to end so that she could go home to her husband. She couldn’t help it. She was still a newlywed. They had returned from their honeymoon on Sunday. So they could start back at work on Monday.

Since her return back on the job Lauren had trouble concentrating on her work. She yearned to leave the endless mundane office tasks and spend some quality time with Joe.

She stood and walked towards the glass wall that let her look unimpeded into the building across from her office. She smiled as Joe lifted his head from his paperwork and noticed that she was looking at him. This was how their romance had started. With him watching her work and she doing the same to him. With both of them trying not to let the other know that they were watching.

Until one day he waited for her as she left her office building after work and asked her to go out on a date with him. That date had evolved into a relationship that had eventually led to marriage. With a sigh she returned to her desk and tried to concentrate on work.

Caught in her memories of the past months she was startled when the phone rang. Lauren sat at her desk and reached for the phone.

Monday had started out as an ordinary work day for Joe. He had worked through stacks of paperwork since the morning and wasn’t anywhere near finished. Two weeks out of the office had left him with considerable amount of work piled up. If he worked straight through lunch for the week and took work home he’d be done with the stacks of papers. A week full of work wouldn’t kill him. He wasn’t going to spend much time with Lauren while he worked but after the one week he’d be caught up with work. Then he could go back to his regular work routine and spend his free time with Lauren. He smiled and turned to look out the window. Lauren stood in her office watching him.

Joe watched her for a few moments and when she went back to her desk he decided to give her a call. He could use a break.

“Hello?” She answered.

“Look outside your window.”

Lauren looked to her right and saw stacks of papers crowded Joe’s desk. Joe sat comfortably at his desk talking on the phone. He didn’t seem in that much of a hurry to get off work and go home. In fact he looked very calm and comfortable seated at his desk. While she’d been anxious to get back to him he didn’t seem to be missing her at all. “Busy?”

“Yeah, I’m swamped.” Joe admitted. “Taking two weeks off for our honeymoon caused all my work to pile up, but it was worth it.

“The work day will soon be over.”

“Not for me.” Joe explained. “I’m going to bring work home for the next week. It’s the only way to get caught up.”

“A whole week?” Lauren could picture an entire week of Joe engrossed in his work and she didn’t like it.

“It will take at least a week to catch up on my workload.”

“And after the week?” Lauren asked.

“After I’m all caught up on work. We’ll have more time to spend together.”

“When will you start?” Lauren hoped that they could at least spend time after work together.

Joe had anticipated the question. He knew that Lauren wouldn’t like knowing they wouldn’t spend much time together and hoped that having some time together after work would mollify her. “Tomorrow. We have this evening all to ourselves.”

Drunk Wife Cheating

My name is Tom and I am an Australian guy. And just had to tell you all about the best sexual experience I ever had.

I spent a couple of years living and working in London, sharing a 3 bed apartment with my best friend Jamie and his black friend Mick.

I and Jamie worked together in the same department in a large company, working with several women of all age groups and had a great time working and flirting with the women there same of whom were married.

We’d spend time with them after work in the pub on a Friday night and because we were the only men in the department we would always flirt that little bit more with them once we’d all had a few beers, they certainly seemed to enjoy the attention they got.

Anyway lets bring you to the night in question, it was the departments Christmas party, set in some trendy restaurant in London not to far from where we lived.

The night started slowly but after the meal, and several drinks later everybody was up dancing away on the dance floor. Jamie was dancing slowly with a married woman from the office called Terri. They seemed to be dancing very close and Terri seemed to be enjoying the attention Jamie was showing her. Now Terri is an attractive lady in her 30s married for about 10 years, slightly chubby but all in the right places, big tits about a 36d and a sexy mature butt. Anyway once the song had finished they came back to the table and Terri looked a little flushed, and headed straight for the toilets, I asked Jamie what happened up there on the dance floor and he just said he’d just had a little fill, and told me to dance with her next and try my luck, so once she returned I grabbed her arm and took her to the dance floor, we danced to a slow song and she was certainly getting turned on as she kept squeezing my butt so I kept rubbing my hands over hers and holding her very close to me so as I could see down her blouse and look at her cleavage.

After some more drinks and dancing between the two of us Terri was now flirting with us and grabbing us onto the dance floor, dancing very seductively between the two of us.

The party was almost at a close and I suggested to her, to come back to ours for a night cap as we lived so close. To which she agreed,

After finally saying goodbye to everyone we headed back to our place, all three of us arm in arm, both myself and Jamie grabbing and stroking Terri butt all the way home.

Wifes Great Holiday Party

So my wife Ann had a holiday party three years back. It started at two in the afternoon so I knew she was going to get drunk but not everything else. Ann called me and let me know that she was on her way I asked her that she not get to drunk as we had plans after. Ann has a great body by the way 5 foot 9 inches, B-sized tits, slim waist, and a great 40 inch ass.

At the holiday party she had started drinking and then double fisting her drinks having a good time talking with her co-workers. Soon Ann and her co-workers started talking about their party days and how they would fuck anything that moved Ann laughed out loud and said the she hasn’t even stopped. They all looked at her confused “how do you do it Ann?” one of her co-workers asked. “Like this said Ann!” She went on the dance floor and started dancing soon guys from the bar were watching and she looked at one and called him with her finger on to the dance floor while her co-workers were watching.

Once the guy got to her she asked him his name. “Todd” he said. They danced and then Ann lead him to a booth in the back corner of the bar and ordered drinks. When the drinks were served Ann challenged Todd to a drinking contest he accepted and on her go he started slamming it when she saw that she started rubbing his cock and he stopped and looked at her with a horny look. Ann moved closer and lifted her skirt up for him grabbed his hand and shoved it against her pussy and whispered into his ear “you want this pussy?” Todd nodded his head.

Ann got out of the booth and told him to follow her. She lead him into the bathroom and waved at her friends, they were and when they say the door close they all went to the bathroom to see. Once in the stall Todd ripped Ann’s blouse opened and saw her bra-less tits and started grabbing at them. while she was getting her tits ripped off she unzipped Todd’s pants and pulled out his 10 inch cock and started sucking it she tried to take the whole thing in and started gagging on it so as she went to pull it outm Todd noticed it. He grabbed the back of her head and slammed it on his cock making her gag more and caused her eyes to water smearing her make-up.

Todd was fucking Ann’s mouth so hard she was making noises with the back of her throat. her friends were all listening and giggling. When Todd was done with her mouth and throat he pulled her head back and looked her in her watery eyes and told her to bend over the toilet she got up and as she was bending over Todd grabbed her hips and shoved his cock towards her pussy he missed… as his cock went into her ass Ann screamed out in pain and Todd kept on fucking my wife in her ass.

Her friends heard and started banging on the door yelling at him to stop, Ann told them to stop that it was ok he just shoved his dick in her ass and that they need to leave so she can enjoy herself. As her friends were leaving Todd started fucking her again Ann told him that she was going to cum he started fucking harder Ann started to rub her pussy and started cumming and squirting all over Todd that pushed him over the edge and he came into Ann’s ass, giving her a totally messy creampie ass.

When they were done Ann looked down and saw that she was stepping on her purse she looked in it and saw that her phone had called me. Ann picked it up “Hello? Hello?” no answer so she hung up. I saw that I missed a call from her, being that I was in my car with the music up going to pick my friend up when I got to his house I saw that I missed her call without even seeing that there was a message I called her back. She answered and I could tell that she was hammered and she asked me to pick her up.

I told my friend that she was plastered and I had to go get Ann he said he would come with me I agreed and told him we can just drink and jam out in my man cave. when we got to the bar I saw Ann smoking and talking to some guy. I pulled she got into the car not even noticing that my friend was in the back seat and we drove away. I asked who the guy was and she giggled. I got upset and asked again Ann told me everything that happened. I called bullshit and she said “Check your message baby.” I did. While I listened she started to pull my zipper down and pulled my already hard cock, due to the message, I hung my phone up and told her to stop because my friend Tim was in the car she looked in the back and said “Hi” and flashed her tits to him then got on her knees in the passenger seat and went back to my cock and started sucking it taking the whole thing down her throat.

It was feeling so good I had to pull over while she was doing it I told Tim to finger fuck her I told him it was fine and that she wanted it he said no and then I asked Ann if it was ok she just gave a umm humm. Tim sat forward and started finger her pussy and said Ann was super wet I told him to stop with her pussy and start fucking her ass. He started with one finger and felt that she could take more so he went with three and hammered her ass to the point of her starting to cum. When she did I came in her mouth she swallowed all of my load and cleaned my dick up. After that we dropped Tim off and went home. I fucked Ann so hard that night.

Vice Cop Wife

My wife has been a cop for three years. She joined the force about a year after we got married. Peggy really loved her job until recently when she was assigned to the vice squad. She didn’t want the transfer and hadn’t asked for it. She didn’t even think they were supposed to be assigned to vice until they had at least five years on the job.

When she first received the assignment she was so mad she was going to quit, but I convinced her to give it a try first. She said she didn’t want to deal with the scumbags that vice cops had to deal with. We talked about it for a while and she finally calmed down and agreed to give it a try.

Right away she found it wasn’t as bad as she had expected. She didn’t do anything but watch the other officers. They told her to watch and learn. She wouldn’t be actually working vice until they were satisfied she knew the rules of the game.

One night several weeks after she had been working vice I took her to work as her car was in the shop. When I went to pick her up she was all excited. She had made her first drug buy and arrest and her team was going out to celebrate.

Lieutenant Margie Blank, the vice team leader, invited me to join them for the celebration. I agreed and we all went to a small bar where the vice team held their parties. They said they were the only cops that used that bar and that way they didn’t have to worry about some other cop identifying them as a cop.

The vice team consisted of four guys and Peggy and, “call me Margie”, their boss. We all settled in and started drinking. I was happy to find myself sitting next to Margie. She is a hot looking woman in her mid-thirties and I wouldn’t mind having her join Peg and me for a little romp.

I guess I should tell you that it has long been a fantasy of mine to have Peg and me and another woman form a threesome. I had hoped Peg’s college girlfriend would join us some time and I was pretty sure it was going to happen eventually. Peg told me they had almost got it on once in college but were interrupted by some other people and they never got beyond some deep kissing and feeling each other. I knew that sooner or later they were going to do it and I told Peg that I just wanted to be included.

Well now, here is another woman that I wouldn’t mind joining us. I could see Margie was looking at Peg like she was a tasty tidbit.

At The Swimming Pool

My wife and I have always enjoyed having sex in unusual places. Before we were married we would swim regularly at my parent’s house. On a warm day as we lay in the sun we would both get “hot” and venture down to the back shed where a table or makeshift mattress would be put to good use. Anne likes to moan as she nears climax so this added to the thrill and risk of being caught.

We are now in our late thirties and still enjoy the thought that we could be surprised at any time as we make love. Anne is a natural blonde, has good sized breasts and even though she is short at 5 foot 2 inches her well rounded figure is perfectly proportioned. I especially like her bottom which has a great wobble as she walks along.

One of our favourite places is the local indoor swimming club. We have been members for years (for obvious reasons given the old days) and we have found that late on Saturday afternoons is the best time to have the pool to ourselves. The attendant does the rounds to close up at around 5.30 and in the half hour he is normally away we get to play. Well, this particular Saturday there was one other person at the pool when we arrived. Anne went to change and as she came out of the change room she got both my and the strangers attention because she had on a white one piece bathing costume. I had seen it before but I was willing to bet the stranger also knew what to expect because as soon as Anne jumped in the water the bathing suit was almost see through. I could clearly see her nipples and the suit clung to her like a second skin.

I had never mentioned this to Anne so I still don’t know if she was aware that we could see everything she had to offer. I looked across at the stranger who was swimming about 20 feet from us. He was in his late forties, not the best looking man, pretty much bald with a big stomach that overlapped his small bathing costume. Anne motioned to me that we should move to the far end of the pool and as she climbed the steps and stood waiting for me her thick bush was clearly evident. The stranger was, by now, not hiding his admiration for my wife as he edged closer for a better look. I have always enjoyed other men looking at my wife as I know that they want what I have. I was getting excited watching my wife’s apparent indifference at being ogled and this stranger’s blatant lusting stare.