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Tracy and I hadn’t been out in a while, as our demanding work schedules tended to take their toll on our social life. Consequently we were both looking forward to our planned Friday-night outing. We just wanted to go somewhere different, with no plans and no structured activities, just having fun.

Tracy, my wife, is a hot and sensuous woman with long dark hair, large tits and a very sexy body, and on this night she looked great. After hitting a couple of “happy hour” spots, we had dinner and then decided to go to a new sports bar that we had heard was a pretty cool place. However, we were disappointed to find that there were only a handful of people there. Undaunted, we sat at the bar and ordered a drink. Tracy finished hers rather quickly, and we decided to order one more and then head home.

As I was about to pay the tab, a man sitting at the bar struck up a conversation with us. He was a large, rather good-looking black man, about six feet two and about two hundred pounds. He was watching a college basketball game, and he told us his nephew was the star of one of the teams that were playing. He offered to buy us a drink and we moved down next to him. He said his name was Frank, and that he’d been recently divorced. I got the impression that he was kind of lonely and looking for companionship.

He bought my wife two shooters and me a beer, and as we were about to leave he told us about a small, quiet bar he knew near the lake, and suggested stopping there for a nightcap on the way home.

I wasn’t really up for it, but Tracy wanted to do it, saying, “Oh, let’s go, honey, this is our night to have fun, remember?” So off we went.

We found the bar, ordered some drinks and went out on the deck to enjoy the warmth of the evening and listen to the waves. When we finished our drinks I said it was my turn to buy, and I headed for the bar. The bartender had gone to the storage room to get some supplies or something, and it took me ten minutes before I returned to the deck with the drinks.

As I approached my wife and our new friend, they seemed to get awfully quiet, but I assumed they were listening to the lake beating against the shore. As I gave them their drinks I had a funny feeling that something was wrong. Then I noticed that Tracy’s lipstick was a little smeared, and looking closely at Frank I could see a trace of lipstick on his mouth, I couldn’t believe it! My beautiful wife must have been kissing this black man, who we had only just met, while I was gone!

Tracy had never showed any interest in black men or fulfilling any fantasies with black men without me present, certainly not with a stranger. I started to think that I was mistaken, but it didn’t look that way. I was confused and upset, but also, for some weird reason, aroused. Then Tracy took off her jacket. Her large, full tits, encased in a tight, silvery satin blouse, were quite visible in the moonlight. She was braless, and her nipples were sticking straight out toward our black friend. He was obviously impressed with her tits; he stared right at them and smiled.

I looked at my wife, and she was giving him a sexy smile, as if to say, “How would you like to get your hands on these big titties?”

What Got Into Her

My wife’s name is Cyn. Her black hair, warm brown eyes, copper complexion, long shapely legs that are inches apart as they reach her slim hips and firm cupped buns, her erect posture and lovely upturned nice sized breasts, her quick wit and sexy smile, her high cheekbones and her soft but well defined jaw-line, her smooth almost silky skin, the black hair of her pussy, her soft abdomen, her outward conservatism combined with her hot and uninhibited sexuality…these attributes have emotionally overwhelmed me for twenty-one years of marriage. I am hopelessly in love with her.

I have always suffered with a streak of jealousy, a possessive element in my personality. I am also idealistic, habitually putting girlfriends (before marriage) on a pedestal…it therefore always shocks me to learn from some high school buddy that years ago in high school some girlfriend of mine had been promiscuous…I had never dared to even attempt a sexual move on these girls.

But Cyn had been different. We met in college on a blind date; I had been told that she was hot so I tried to fuck her on our first date. Sure enough, she loved making out and dry-hunching…I even got her down to her underwear without much trouble, but after three years of trying I could never get her to go any further.

She would massage my penis in my jeans, but it wasn’t until that third year that she pulled off my underwear and masturbated me, a relief for me to cum in great explosive shots that rained all over both of us instead of unloading in my pants during our dry-hunching. This experience brought a new intimacy between us in which she confessed to me, after much questioning,her sexual experiences with past boyfriends.

She admitted handling the dicks of two boyfriends in high school though she denied ever witnessing an explosive ejaculation as we were by then sharing; she denied ever having intercourse with anyone though she had dated two boys in college before me…one who had claimed (so I had been told)to have fucked her; she vehemently denied this. I accepted this but today, 20 years later, I suspect she had been fucked regularly by at least this one boyfriend though she still claims I was the only person to have fucked her when we married.

Yes, we had been fucking for a year when we married. From the beginning she seemed far more sexually experienced, more comfortable and uninhibited than me. I learned from her, not vice versa. She was very holsum, a good and serious student, a church-going Catholic, and very popular. She never dressed provocatively, but she was a knock-out with a natural sexuality about her.

There is a careless lack of self-consciousness about her…for example, I often saw her breasts and nipples by easily looking down her blouse long before I ever got my hands on them. By her senior year, she discarded bras permanently and hasn’t worn one during all the years of our marriage.

She never had much patience with my jealousy. She doesn’t have a jealous bone in her body, probably a result of her formidable self-confidence. Her refusal to wear a bra was probably an early challenge to my jealousy during our marriage. Just as I so often got a full view down her blouse, I witnessed other men getting an eyeful. It disturbed me but it was also titillating to witness other men looking at her tits. I knew it was titillating to our male friends…her breasts and nipples are gorgeous and defy gravity. Wives would joke with me about how their husbands found Cyn to be so sexy, some of my male friends even joking about her fine breasts.

I said nothing to her except in our love-making…I’d confess what I’d seen and she would tease me, asking if I liked men seeing her nipples, even asking what I’d do if she let them squeeze her breasts, kiss and fuck her. She knew she was using my jealousy against me. Once when we had gotten drunk with a group of our friends, finding ourselves at a nightclub then driving home (all drunk) with Cyn in the backseat with a male friend (who loved her breasts) and the friend’s wife up front with me, I saw them french-kissing in the backseat with my friend’s hands on her tits.

Sarah Sucks

My wife Sarah and I have been together for six years and married a year ago – We are both 26 years old and are very much richer for being together. Happy is an undertsatement, but let’s not go into all that, as you all know there is a reason why I have posted this story and that reason is more interesting to the average reader…

Sarah and I go on a couple of holidays a year – we love to get away from it all and have visited most places. It’s just nice to forget about work for a while and relax and have loads of sex and drink way too much.

Last year we went to Amsterdam which, looking back, was a sign of what was to come on our recent trip to Mexico…

Our weekend in the Dutch capital was hot, even by our standards. Sarah has dark hair down to her shoulders, and has the cute, small body with beautiful pert little tits, a titght ass and a well groomed pussy that can suck the cum out of my cock at will. She’s always enjoyed sex and we don’t need anything to get our rocks off other than each other. Still, need and want are two different words.

On one night out at a dance club, we ended up very drunk and two men began to dance with Sarah. She was wearing a short demin skirt and a white top than clung to her body. Anyway, that night, as the men began to grope at her body, she kindly defended herself and returned to me, but the drink had kicked in and I told her to return and at least let them rub her tits. She did just that, then cut away as they became a bit too rough.

We both loved the experience and jealousy wasn’t an issue. I liked the idea of her pussy getting wet as she was touched by strangers.

Nine months later and we’re on a beach in Mexico. The sun was high and we spend the first two days of our trip on the beach, drinking in the evening and sleeping quite early. Sarah sunbathed msotly topless on a beach near our resort which was mostly full of young Americans, quite a few Germans and a mix of other natives and holiday makers. In thoe two days I must have seen two hundred sets of naked tits, something that my wife noticed and reminded me that staring was rude! I informed her that if men could stare at her then I couldn’t see any harm in it. Besides, I had noticed that she loved th attention. She smiled and returned to sunbathing.

Whore Night

My wife is petite, blonde, 45 years old and looks mid-thirties. She and I have been married six years and have lived out our fantasies for the last three years. We are constantly making bets and Cherie uses her body as her wager. When she loses five times in a row I win the jackpot, and we play a little game we call “Whore Night”. Cherie likes this game because I “make” her do things she wouldn’t do otherwise. She can be a real slut without having any guilt.

Last month I won big, and told my darling she would be dressed to thrill by 7:30 because I had big plans for her. I have a particular fascination with watching my little whore display her body and suck off several men. I had a friend with a nice house and several friends very ready to meet Cherie. At 8:20 we pulled into his driveway.

Lee met us at the door and led Cherie and I back to the den. Three men in their late 40’s or early 50’s were waiting for us. Lee made introductions and I told the men that Cherie was there to entertain them. I had Lee put on some music and told Cherie to do a striptease for us to start the evening. Cherie had on high heels and a long dress that buttoned up the front. After one song she was out of the dress and dancing in her black “merry widow” corset and stockings. After the second song I stopped her and had her pick a number between 1 and 20, then had the men guess the number. She picked 4, and two men guessed 3 and 5. I told them 4 was the number so they could both help her out of her panties.

Lee grabbed one side of her panties and Jay grabbed the other, then both slid the panties off her hips and down her legs. All the men leaned forward to look at her shaved lips and the little tuft of hair above her clit. I had Cherie walk around the room and show her pussy to each man. I stopped her after the first man and told her she was to put one foot up on the couch or chair next to each man so they all had a good look at her pussy. I also encouraged the men to stick a finger in her pussy to see how hot dancing naked made her.

Playing Pool Proves Dangerous

To have sex with someone that you aren’t married to is perilous and dangerous. When you are lusting after another man, it can be hard to deal with, but it’s easier when that person is on the road and you don’t see him very often.

It became a dreary week and I needed a release, so going out with the girls for a few drinks sounded great. We got to Mad Anthony’s when it was winding down at the pool tables. Now you must understand, I hadn’t planned on going out and playing pool, so I hadn’t really dressed in the appropriate clothes. There I was Mini-dress and no stockings or panties and the dress was low-cut! We decided that none of us were really dressed right but since it was just us, a little show couldn’t hurt anyone. Besides our egos needed a boost!

We proceeded to challenge a couple guys to a game of pool. Despite the fact that we stunk we always seemed to be the winners. Maybe because the guys like the view? We continued playing when all of a sudden there were some co-workers that had arrived and HE was with them. The key to my lust had walked through the door and wearing a pair of tight jeans and a t-shirt. Now, you must know that he knows about my feelings and that if coerced in the right way he could have HIS way.

I sucked in a deep breath and exited the room to the ladies room to regain my composure. He looked damned good, as usual and I had had a few beers. To say nothing of the fact that playing pool and making the other guys horny made me horny as hell.

When I came back to the table, the other 2 guys were playing pool with the other women I was with. He just sat at the table with his shit-eating grin on his face and a beer for me in his hand. He moved the chair closer to him for me to sit next to him. We sat there talking, while in my mind I was questioning what was going to happen, would I succumb to him or what. He then said he had to check into his room, would I help him with his things. I said no, but he made me promise to stay until he got back, I said OK. We all began to take turns playing pool, I hadn’t noticed his return until I had won the game and he started playing the next game against me. Every time it was my shot he stood behind me, and whispered, “nice view”, which I loved. Then 1 of the women had to leave to go home to her husband, had I not had quite a few beers I would have left also. The other 2 guys said they would share a room if the other woman and I wanted to share the other room, they didn’t notice what had been going on between him and I all night, but the other woman knew. She said yes we would, and proceeded to call my husband and told him the situation W/my State of drunkenness and that she would look after me.

HE just sat there staring at me, driving me wild and I knew then my resolve to stay faithful was being tested. Since the other woman and I didn’t have clothes the guys offered us t-shirts, but she said, nah, we sleep naked and stared at HIM! The other guys were tired so they wanted to go to bed, the other woman went up with them to help them clear out the room and then bring down an extra key for me, when she did, she said “You don’t have to use it if you don’t want to”, she winked at HIM and me. I denied anything would happen and HE snickered “it’s up to her, but I will try my best or worst!”

Anal Massage For His Prim Wife

Judi and Jim had been happily married for over 15 years but as with many couples, their sex life had hit a snag. Jim wanted to be adventurous with Judi but his wife didn’t seem really interested in anything other than the vanilla sex life they continued to have.

Nonetheless, Judi was an extremely attractive woman, even for the age of 42. Her long black hair gave a certain sex appeal matching still firm breasts, large nipples and a round, voluptuous sexy ass. She still turned heads when in public.

One night, Jim suggested to Judi that they spice up their life, and start “living out our fantasies” a biy.

“What do have in mind?” Judi asked. “Well, for one thing, you always seem so tensed up, so uptight. I’ve been looking on-line at some ways to liven things up a bit and I think I may have come up with something which would be good for us.”

“Such as?” posed Judi.

“Well, you know how you are always telling me that you need a massage? Well, I saw this ad on-line which offers a full body massage by an attractive couple. Guaranteed to make you feel great. Soft music, candlelight, a romantic atmosphere, everything to make you relax and feel like you never have before.”

“I don’t know about that,” remarked Judi. “I don’t think that I could ever really relax with two complete strangers putting their hands all over me. Besides, where would you be during all of this?”

“I think that I’ve always had this fantasy about watching you with another man. I mean, this would be a couple, of course, but…I don’t know, but the thought does kind of turn me on.”

“Would I be nude, do you think?” asked his wife. What about the two of them? Would they have their clothes on?”

“The ad states that clothing is optional but recommends that for 100% total relaxation and satisfaction, that you be nude as well as they would be without clothes. Besides, you want to really unwind, don’t you?” replied Jim.

“Do you really want to see this…me being touched by another man and woman?” asked his wife.

“I’ve given it a lot of thought, babe, and yes, I would like to see this happen. In fact, I was waiting for your OK so I could call them tonight. They recommend a week’s notice as evidently they are usually booked well in advance. I’m not even sure when they could even get us in.”

“OK, go for it. Call them and see what they available for next weekend.”

Jim immediately reached for the phone and called the number in the ad Then, he realized something he had forgotten.

“Hey, hon. I almost forgot. It says that you have to be the one to first call—I can’t do it as it specifically states, “women must call first for scheduling appointments.”

“OK, but what do I say to them?” “Just say that you and your husband want to schedule an appointment for next weekend, that this is your first time doing something like this, that you are a bit shy and nervous…you know, just be yourself.”

“Alright. I’ll try.”

Judi punched in the number and was surprised to hear a man’s voice on the other end.

“Hi, my name is Judi and my husband and I, well, we were wondering if..”

The man quickly interrupted. “Hi, this is Ken and I can kind of sense that this might be your first time calling? Is that correct?”

Judi responded, “Yes, and I guess you are right and I am a bit nervous as I’ve never done anything like this before.”

“Relax, Judi, and thanks for calling,” Ken replied. “OK, take a deep breath and listen to me for a few minutes, OK?”

“OK, I’ll try.”

“Good. Now I take it that you saw our ad for a massage, right? OK, we offer various types of massage, all professional and all performed with my assistant, Carla. We offer a full body massage, totally relaxing and guaranteed to make you feel totally free and wonderful. We invite your husband to watch. Clothing is optional however, for a true fulfilling experience, we recommend being free from any garments. Carla and I do not wear clothes as we are constantly using oils and lubricants which can get a bit messy. We have been in business for nearly 5 years and have established quite a successful clientele. If you are not satisfied, Judi, then we are not satisfied. Does that sound good, Judi?”

“You sound very sincere and professional,” answered the 42-year-old wife. “Can you get us in next weekend?”

“Hmmm. Let’s see. Yes, Saturday at 8:00 p.m. is open. Please try and be a bit early so we can all have a glass of wine, unwind and relax before you begin your session. I’ll give you our address. Any questions?”

“Everything sounds good. We’ll see you Saturday,” said an excited but still shaky Judi.

“Wow, I can’t believe that I did that!” said Judi to her spouse. “I’m nervous, but yet, well, it does sound kind of exciting.”

Jim embraced her with a smile. This was going to be an evening he would never forget and he couldn’t wait for Saturday night to be here!

Around 6:00 p.m. Saturday, Judi took a bath. As she lay back in the tub she began to fingle a tingle she had long since forgotten. Was she really going to go through with this? What did this couple look like? What if she got turned on by them? What would her husband think? So many thoughts whizzed through her mind as she was as nervous as a high school girl on prom night.

Around 7:30, Judi and Jim drove to the address via directions Ken and Carla had supplied. As they approached the house, they noticed that the large house was set back from the street and appeared to have many rooms. It looked quite elegant from the outside, very spacious and quite impressive.

Carla greeted them at the door. “Hi, I’m Carla and you must be Judi and Jim.” The married couple entered the living room and immediately were greeted by a tall, well-built, muscular black man who wore only a pair of skimpy trunks and no top.

“Hi guys! I’m Ken and I see you’ve already met my assistant, Carla. Won’t you come in?”

Wife At The Strip Club

My wife never did mind me going to strip clubs whenever I felt like it. She actually would tell me to go. One day I asked her why?

She said that when I come back home, I really put a good pounding to her.

I told her that the reason why is because I always imagine her dancing on the stage and doing private dances with guys in the back rooms of the strip club. She looked a little shocked but thrilled at the same time.

She said, “that she couldn’t do that…. that she wasn’t built good enough to be interesting to any of those guys.”

I told her, “are you crazy! You’re built a hell of a lot better then any of those strippers….that she has a huge set of all natural tits while they have fake boobs…. that she was built like a brick house with just enough meat on her bones for a guy to really put a nailing to her.”

She just laughed and blushed. We then went to bed and fucked or brains out better then in years while talking about her being a stripper. In the end I just told her to come to the strip joint and see for herself.

Since I was a regular costumer of the strip joint, I knew the owner and manager and most of the people that worked there.

I approached the manager and owner about my idea of getting my wife to strip at their club. Both of the guys were egar to help out saying, “that they were always looking for new talent”.

It was arranged that I would bring my wife in on Friday night in which in the place would be rocking and packed full, and that after a while of getting my wife full of booze, that a stripper would come off stage and lead my wife onto the stage and strip her butt naked. Then we would see where things would go from there.

I never said anything to my wife, but I did tell her that “Friday night we were going out someplace new and exciting”.

That day I took her to dinner with more then normal drinking on her part. She also dressed extra sexy that day as well. She had on a dress with deep cleavage showing her huge set of tits, no panties, with a garter holding fishnet stockings, and three inch heels.

When we left to go to the strip club, she kept on asking where we were going. I never told her but in the end she said that she knew.

I asked her where she thinks that we were going and she nailed it on the head. I asked her how she knew.

She said, ” I just thought that after all the talking and the sex that we had after the other day, that it was just a matter of time before you would take me here.” Besides she said, “I’ve got nothing to loose with you and everything to gain afterwards.”

I just smiled saying out loud, “this is going to be a very interesting night after all”.

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!

The Big Party

Jenny Craft was on cloud number nine! She couldn’t believe her good luck! Having met Charlie only a month ago, and now he was taking her to a party that would include his best and closest friends. They were having what once was described as a whirl wind romance. Introduced by a friend of a friend, they had become almost inseparatable. From the very first night together the sex and been beyond phenomenal! Charlie was hung like a horse and knew exactly how to use it! This was the first time that Jenny had ever had a man with over sized equipment, and she now was a true believer in the saying that size DOES matter!

The first time she saw Charlie’s cock she nearly fainted at the thought of trying to get that monster into her tight little pussy, but Charlie was so sweet and considerate the way he made the tenderest love that first time! Making sure that she was totally lubricated and turned on, he ever so slowly inched his organ into her pussy. After the initial shock of having her pussy stretched farther than ever before, she just relaxed and tried to enjoy it. After a few minutes, however, the feeling of being really filled up overwhelmed her! Just thinking of that huge organ inside of her brought her to a shattering orgasm! Charlie hadn’t even started pumping her yet and she was cumming like a little cock hound! After that she was hooked! Even when it was soft, it was as big as most of the erections she had seen in the past. One time Charlie was in the shower and Jenny came in to get her makeup. While washing his hair, he had his eyes closed and didn’t realize she was there. Watching the water and soap running down his chest and belly and then cascading over his low hanging cock was an incredible sight! She plopped down on the toilet and frigged herself to orgasm right then and there! Only when she let out a loud moan did Charlie even notice her sitting there!

No matter where they were, Jenny would try to get Charlie into a private spot where she could get him to show her his cock. When they were riding in the car she made him pull it out of his pants so that she could hold it while they were driving! In private, he kiddingly referred to her as his “little cock hound”. Although she could be a real nuisance, Charlie took her over dose of attention with a good sense of humor, because after all, she was a beautiful woman he was lucky to have for his own!

A few times since they first met, Charlie mentioned a private club he was a member of. He didn’t go into many details, but Jenny got the impression that it was a rather exclusive club that was hard to get into. For this reason she was really excited when Charlie announced that his club was putting on a party the following Saturday night, and that he was inviting her to come along as his date. Dress was to be casual, and she should be ready for just about anything! She tried to get him to tell her more, but he just would smile and say, “You’ll find out soon enough!” Finally the big day arrived and her wait was about over. Driving to the party, Jenny asked where the party was being held? “At a private home,” answered Charlie. Jenny thought that was a little strange, as most clubs met a restaurants or had their own building. She didn’t say anything, however, and they rode in silence for the rest of the drive. The house they finally pulled up to wasn’t really a house at all, it was more like a mansion! There must have been fifteen cars parked in the huge oval driveway!
They parked Charlie’s Lincoln and headed for the front door. As they were walking, Charlie told her that this was a very special kind of party, and that she might be shocked, but that he thought that she would like it! Without knocking Charlie opened the front door and ushered Jenny into the large foyer. Laughter and music could be heard coming from the next room. With his arm around her waist, Charlie led her into the living room. What she saw made her headspin! Around the room were a variety of couples in various stages of undress! Most were just laughing and talking, but some of them were in the early stages of love making! Jenny couldn’t make a sound although her mouth seemed to be trying to ask, “What kind of party is this?!?” Charlie, seeing her reaction soothed, “Jen, this is a meeting of the “Walking Stick Club”. The only requirement for membership is that you have at least an eight inch cock when erect!”

“We meet once a month here at Gene’s place because it’s so secluded, and also because it has enough room for the thirty people who usually show up.” Finally able to speak, Jenny asked, “Do you have to, you know….,” “You mean do it in front of everyone,” finished Charlie? She nodded her head yes. “Of course not,” he answered. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. Nobody will pressure you to do anything. It’s entirely up to you!” “Let’s get a drink,” he offered, leading over to the open bar. While sipping her rum and coke, Jenny took a more leisurely look around the room. “Well Charlie was right about one thing,” she thought, “every man there had a huge cock!”

Some of them were even bigger than Charlie’s!!! All of the women seemed to be knockouts, and Jenny all of a sudden felt a little intimidated! As she wandered into the back of the house, a blonde woman with a large naked chest came up and introduced herself as Donna. “First time, huh,” said the busty blond? “Yeah,” answered Jenny. “Well, it’s the best time you’ll ever have,” gushed Donna! “My husband Bill and I have been coming to these things for four years now! I’m addicted to them, if you know what I mean?!?” Jenny smiled and asked, “Do you do it with just anyone???” “I’ve done it with every man here at one time or another, but usually just with one or two at any one party,” she answered. “Come on, let me show you something,” said Donna, leading Jenny down a long hall. Stopping in front of an open door, Jenny looked in and saw an awesome sight! On a huge king size bed, a black man with at least twelve inch cock was taking on two white women at the same time! He was lying on his back as the two women gave him a blow job! He smiled at Jenny and Donna and asked them to join in, but Donna told him maybe later and showed her to another room. This one had a little tiny red head sitting on a cock that was threatening to rip her wide apart! It was quite obvious that she was feeling no pain, as she was in the middle of a screaming orgasm! “I usually can’t wait for the third Saturday of the month,” Donna said. “I’m so used to having these hung guys, I don’t think I could do without!” “Another thing,” she offered, “they’re all real nice fellas too. Not a bad apple in the bunch! Really a lot of fun to be around!” “What about the women,” asked Jenny? “Well, said Donna, “Some of them come and go as the men change partners, or there’s a divorce, you know!” “Most of them, however, are good people.”

Jenny thanked Donna for the tour and went off to find Charlie. He was sitting off in the corner talking to naked man about politics. Seeing her coming, both men stood up to meet her. “Jen, this is Frank Elliot, a good friend of mine,” said Charlie. Frank stuck out his hand and said, “Nice to meet you, Charlie said some good things about you!” Shaking Franks hand, Jenny couldn’t help but notice the jumbo set of genitals that hung between his thighs. Frank and Charlie both saw her peeking, and Charlie winked at Jenny and excused himself to go to the john. Frank and Jenny then stood talking, she in her dress and him totally naked. As they talked, Frank’s cock began to slowly become erect, and Jenny by now was starting to feel that empty ache between her legs! Frank could sense that she was now getting very turned on and suggested they check out one of the back rooms. Jenny said, “Sure, why not,” and started walking. When they finally found a vacant room, Frank was now fully hard. “I love big cocks, Frank,” Jenny said, “how long is it?” “Ten,” was all he said. “Take off your, clothes,” Frank said, “let me see your body!” Jenny did a slow strip tease, hanging first her bra then her panties on Frank‚Äôs erection.

By the time she was naked, she was leaking cunt juice down her thighs! Dropping to her knees she took the head into her mouth and sucked Frank to a quick orgasm. He shot it down her throat, grunting loudly as his cum filled her mouth. Lying back on the bed with her legs spread wide apart, she begged, “Ride me, please, ride me hard!!!” Needing no more invitation, Frank got between her legs and guided his big hammer into Jen’s burning cunt. “A little at a time, or all at once,” he asked? “Bury it,” she ordered, and with one hard plunge Frank impaled her tight pussy with his huge ramrod! Since he had just cum in her mouth, Frank had to build up to his next cum. This meant that he would probably have to pound the helpless pussy for a good ten minutes or more to get off his gun! Jenny wrapped her legs around Frank’s back and held on for dear life! This was exactly why she was addicted to monster dicks! They filled her up like nothing else could! While Frank was driving hard to his orgasm, Jenny was in the throes of a seemingly endless string of earth shaking cums!

Her tight pussy gripped the big shaft, trying to draw it in even farther! As his orgasm neared, Frank was now thrusting in and out with piston like precision! Screaming, “I’m cumming,” Frank unleashed another torrent of goo into his new found fuckmate! Collapsing on top of her, Frank stammered between gasps of air, “You are unbelievable!!!” All at once in the back ground they both heard the sound of clapping and cheering! Standing in the doorway was a naked Charlie and Donna. “Bravo! Bravo!” the two voyeurs yelled at the two spent lovers.

On the way home Jenny snuggled up against Charlie and rested her head on his shoulder. “Happy,” he asked? “Very,” she answered! Slipping off to sleep, she could only dream about the next third Saturday of the month! “Next time,” she thought, “the black guy……!”

Model Wife

My wife loves posing for my camera and we have taken some very daring shots, but she never envisaged doing so for anyone else, although her figure is good enough.
A colleague from work, who is also a keen photographer, complained to me that he was finding it hard to find a model. Without thinking about what I was saying, I said that my wife would love to pose for him and I showed him some of the tamer photos I had taken of her. He was very impressed and asked me to arrange it.

When I told Rosie what I’d done she was cross, but I flattered her and talked her round to at least try it. She was very nervous and she had had three rum and cokes before we got to Peter’s flat. Peter is a very smooth talker and he soon put Rosie at her ease. The generous measures of gin and tonics also helped.

He started by taking portraits. By the glazed look in her eyes I realised that Rosie was tiddly and I suggested that she take her dress off and pose in her undies.

To my amazement she agreed and I helped her take off her dress. Beneath she was wearing a suspender belt, black stockings and the sexy underwear I’d bought her for her birthday. The bra consistes of straps holding together two small triangles of material that barely cover the nipples. As my wife has rather large, firm breasts, it made them look more naked than if they had been.

The knickers consist of a triangle of material covering her mound but leaves her bottom completely exposed. Her rather profuse pubic hair could not be contained and it lined the triangle. Peter’s eyes glistened as he surveyed the delectable sight in front of his camera. He took a couple of rolls and then asked me to pose with her. Watching her posing for another man had made me so randy that I jumped at the chance and moved behind her.

My cock was as hard as a rock and I pressed it in between her bare buttocks. She responded by pushing her bottom back so that my cock was trapped between her cheeks. For a moment, forgetting where I was, I cupped her heavy breasts and nipped the nipples between my fingers. A bright flash reminded me that we weren’t alone.

Rosie had closed her eyes and she was resting her head against my shoulders. She was breathing heavily and I could see she was very aroused. Holding my breath, I quickly undid her bra and took it off. She did nothing to stop me. I cupped her bare breasts and shaped them for the camera. Peter shot away as I tweaked the nipples into hardness. Then I undid the thong holding her panties together and it slipped down her legs, exposing her pussy to his eager gaze. Again, she didn’t stop me, not even when I peeled her pussy lips back to expose the inner folds to the camera.

Peter knelt in front of her and took close-ups of my fingers pinching her clit. She was moaning and gasping and her bottom was squirming constantly against my erection.

Peter had to reload the camera and I took the opportunity to go for a pee. When I came back, I came to a dead stop and stood at the door with bulging eyes. My wife was stretched out on a table with her legs wide apart and, between her legs stood Peter, easing a colossal prick into her exposed cunt!

Before I could do anything to stop him, he buried the entire length of his rigid cock inside her. She moaned, gasped and raised her legs so that her heels rested on his shoulders. Her eyes were closed but by the expression on her face I realised that she was loving being taken by another man.

He grabbed a breast in each hand and used them as handholds to shuttle her back and forth on his cock. Although jealous, I was also very excited and I approached her. She turned her head, opened her eyes and smiled at me lovingly. She raised her arms and pulled me down to her. We kissed, our tongues mingling together as Peter continued to fuck her cunt.

I could tell that she was climaxing, her body shuddered and writhed as she sucked wildly on my tongue. Her nails clawed at my back and she almost suffocated me with the intensity of her kiss. Only when she’d finally released me did I realise that Peter had spunked inside her cunt.

I was so randy by the sight of her open cunt, filled with his spunk, that I whipped off my trousers and rammed my cock into her slippery pussy. My cock went all the way in, in one stroke, as her cunt was so slack and so very wet. Peter’s spunk dribbled onto my balls as I fucked her as hard as I could. It only lasted a few moments before she was climaxing again as she received my spermy donation.

I rolled off her, panting, my limp cock dangling. I went to get a towel to clean us up and when I came back I discovered that Rosie was kneeling on the settee with her arse up in the air and that Peter was ramming his dick into her pussy from behind. Loud squishy sounds accompanied his strokings. I could see trickles of spunk running down her legs, his and mine.

I picked up the camera and started taking photos of them fucking. It was the most exciting thing I’d ever experienced and I urged him to change position. He did, many times, and I took a load of photos of her being fucked from different angles.

By the time he squirted into her for the second time, I was ready for more. I fucked her hard, frequently changing positions so that Peter could take photos.

Rosie was exhausted by the time she received my second offering. I helped her to clean up in the bathroom and took her home. She was rather embarrassed by her lewd behaviour but I put her mind at rest by telling her that it had been the most exciting evening of my life. Two days later, Peter came round to our house with the developed photos. They were terrific and made us so randy that Peter and I ended up fucking Rosie at the same time, one at each end. She loved it and it was the early hours of the morning before we were too exhausted to keep going.

Since then Rosie and I have invited other men to photograph her and I have watched enraptured as they fuck her brains out before I join in for some hot and slippery seconds.