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Hot Wife Loves To Swallow

Callie was sitting at her desk at work, her mind wandering back to the previous night with her husband. Paul, her husband of two years, was three years her senior at twenty-six years old. They had met when she was just nineteen, he had proposed to her less than a year later and they were married just a month after her twenty-first birthday. Their sex life was both active and satisfying for both of them, and last night was no exception. Paul had just returned from a week out of town on business and the young married couple had sucked and fucked for almost three hours before he rewarded her with the load he had been saving up over the past several days. She had swallowed it greedily, the mouthful of cum triggering her own orgasm as it usually did.

Callie was fully aware of how unusual it was to be able to climax simply as a result of swallowing cum. She could trace it back to her teen years and her first sexual partner. One afternoon when his parents weren’t home they were in his living room on the couch, fooling around completely naked. He was sitting on the couch with his cock pointing straight up in the air, while she was kneeling beside him. As she leaned over him, sucking his cock, he was reaching between her legs to finger her pussy. He had warned her that he was about to cum so that she could pull away, but she had decided that it was time to swallow his load for the first time. She ignored his warning and continued to suck, and it was only a couple of minutes later that he started to cum in her mouth. Coincidentally, it happened at the exact same time that he made her cum with his fingers. From that point forward, any time she swallowed a guy’s cum it triggered an orgasm as though it were some kind of Pavlovian type response.

From that point forward she had always finished guys off with her mouth. She hadn’t been with a lot of different guys, but the ones she did hook up with her thrilled to find someone so eager to swallow their load. In fact, she was fairly certain that it was one of the reasons why Paul had been so eager to marry her. To this day, every time they would fuck he would finish off by shooting his cum into her mouth. Last night had been especially good for both of them because it had been over a week since he had last cum and had therefore given her a nice big load to swallow.

She snapped out of her daydream, remembering that she needed to go talk to her boss. She and Paul were hoping to take a trip to Belize later in the year, and she needed to clear the holiday time with John, the owner of the company.

My Wife Is a Dirty Girl

After my in-laws arrived for a night of baby-sitting, I climbed the stairs to the second floor. My wife, Helena, was standing nude in the bathroom while blow drying her hair. She had just gotten out of the shower and left the door wide open. Fog clouded the mirror as I took in her flawless form. Two child births hadn’t done her body any wrong. Her ass was still firm, and her tits larger than when we first met. She smiled at me as I entered the bathroom.

“I see you left the door wide open for me.”

“In more ways than one,” she replied. I put my arms around her and kissed her on the back of the neck, the blow dryer whipped her blond locks into my face like strings of spaghetti. She turned off the blow dryer as my cock grew hard in my jeans. She spun around and we found each other’s tongues. “That’s nice,” she commented.

We continued kissing as I pressed my body against her nude form. I reached down and cupped her cheeks in my hands and separated them a bit so one of my middle fingers could tease her anus. “Whatta you doing?”

“Hopefully making you wet.”

“You’re succeeding.”

“Remember how we used to fuck in your parent’s house down in the basement? They’d be sound asleep upstairs while I’d twisted you more ways than a treacherous highway.”

“Yes, those were hot days.”

“I think it used to turn you on; getting laid while your parents were in the house.”

Wifes Secret Party Slut Job

“How did it go tonight?” I asked my wife as she returned home.

“Okay.” She replied, trying to muster up a smile as she did so.

Of course I knew how her night had went. I knew exactly where she had been and exactly what she had done, because I had watched her doing it. She had been fucked by at least seven different guys. 

I should have been livid, I should have packed my bags and left her, but I now knew that she had been a reluctant participant in the events I had witnessed. And I knew that she was doing it for us. Sounds strange, but it was true.

The whole thing started a few months ago, really when she lost her job due to the economic downturn. We were struggling to pay the bills, even with the little extra I was making in over-time; when her friend Kelly suggested that she could make good money working with her as an events organiser. Initially Susan was enthusiastic, especially when Kelly told her how much she could make, but after one night when she went with Kelly to an event she decided that it wasn’t for her. I couldn’t draw her on what the problem was so I left it at that.

A couple of months after that first event, Susan told me she was going to help Kelly with her next party, she seemed hesitant and again I asked her what the problem was, and again she was non-committal.

The night of the event came along and I could sense that she was almost dreading going out to it, of course now I know why, but at the time it all seemed very odd, I put it down to first time nerves and a lack of confidence. She made £1000 that night and I was ecstatic. 

Looking back I can see it was then that things started to go sour between us. She lost her interest in sex, and she seemed to be more and more depressed. In the months that followed she helped Kelly at three more events and earned another £3000, but sank deeper into the gloom that had enveloped her.

I eventually came to the conclusion that she was having an affair, stupid I know, but how could I have guessed that the problem really was that she was working as a high-class call girl.

I came to the conclusion that the man she was seeing behind my back must work with her, so I decided to follow her to the next event and find out exactly what was going on.

Kelly picked up my wife shortly before 8pm that Saturday night; I was already outside the house, waiting further down the street in a rented car, so when Kelly pulled onto the street and drove past me, I discreetly followed them. After about 30 minutes they pulled into the busy driveway of a large detached villa somewhere in the suburbs. The house was brightly lit and was surrounded by trees set back from a small lawn. The property was enclosed by a high wooden fence, but I scaled it easily enough and waited, hidden in the trees to see what I could make out from the outside.

I could easily discern that a party was going on in the house and since Kelly and Susan had arrived without any bags or boxes, or anything that you would expect people organising an event to have I knew that my suspicions were correct. I thought about storming into the house and confronting my wife, but I had no proof. After a few minutes waiting in the darkness, I crept up to one of the windows and peered in. 

The room was well lit and it appeared to be a dining room, a very large table ran the length of the room, set for ten places, the plates and remains of the meal still sat on the table. I heard a cheer from deeper within the building, so I crept around to the back of the house and found another window to look into, this one was the kitchen. Just as I looked in two men came into the room and I jumped back into the shadows.

“You’ve got to hand it to Eric, he certainly knows how to throw a bachelor party.” One of the men said.

“I was at the last one, for the rowing team, same thing. I had a piece of the blonde one that night, but the one with the curly black hair is on the menu tonight.” 

“Yeah she’s really sexy. You want to double team her?”

“Hell, why not, just so long as we switch after a while I want to fuck her and have her blow me.”

Cucked by My Wifes Gym Trainer

I guess that you could say that I am one of thousands of men married to a beautiful sexy wife and who desires to see her pleased and ravished by a man with a large penis. My wife Yvonne and I have been married for 19 years and she is more beautiful today, than she has ever been in our whole lives. It is attributed to her natural good looks, but also to the way we eat healthy and workout regularly.

She is Latina, born here in the USA, but of Central American parents. Her skin is a beautiful brown tone, making her look tanned all year long. She has a wonderful full head of hair that women always compliment her on and men stare at. Her face is beautiful with her small dark eyes, nice cheek bones and full pink lips. Oh and her body…she’s petite in height at only 5′ tall, but she wears a 34C bra, has a nice waist, with a full round Latina ass. Her tight pants and jeans accent her ass…to the point where the average man will go out of his way to take a look, even in public, even in front of me at times. 

Well, one day, as we were making love, she said to me, “Honey, do you think that we could put on an adult video on the computer and watch it as we make love?”

Now I’d been asking her to do this for years. Like most married men, I watch adult videos regularly, so of course, I agreed! To my surprise, she kept making me look for one that showed men; lots of men around a beautiful porn star, all naked and all taking turns gang-banging her. My wife’s pink cunt, became as wet as Id ever felt it before, and she would tell me how lucky that girl was and how good it looked like she felt. She went out of her way to point out how big the men’s cocks were and how they turned her on! 

Bachelor Party Fill In

One of my old college roommates back east who remains a close friend called me to let me know he was finally getting married. After several long relationships he finally felt he met the right woman. Ben asked if I would fly in and be one of the groomsmen in his wedding. I had not been back to my old stomping grounds for over 10 years and thought it would be fun so I agreed.

My wife Pam and I had reservations to fly in on Friday morning of the wedding weekend. The rehearsal was scheduled for Saturday evening with a dinner after and a Sunday wedding. He also mentioned that a few of the participants would be meeting Friday evening at 8:00 pm at the church for an informal walk though and mentioned that his best man had a bachelor party set up for Friday after the activities.

Pam and I flew into town Friday, checked into our hotel and then drove around town so I could see all of the changes. As the afternoon wore on my wife said she was getting hungry so we stopped for a small bite to eat and then went back to the hotel. Around seven I asked Pam if she was going to get ready and go with me to the church. She told me to go ahead and enjoy the evening she would meet everyone tomorrow. She said she might just go down to the bar and have a couple drinks and go to bed early.

When I got to the church it was good to see Ben and I met Jimmy his best man and the rest of the guys in the wedding. We went through about 30 minutes of planning and then spent a little time arranging the reception hall. Jimmy got a phone call during our preparation and did not look to happy. He called several of the guys together and told them that two of the three strippers canceled on him and the last girl would not work the party alone. He asked everyone if they had any ideas or knew anybody to contact. The guys sort of meandered around discussing options.

I asked Jimmy for his cell number and where the party would be held. I told him I would call him in a while and meet him at the party. All kind of thoughts were going through my head. After our Christmas party Pam had said what an exciting time she had but she kind of indicated she probably would not do anything like that again. We used it during our sex to spice things up but even when some of the guys from work hinted at a repeat we played down the idea.

When I got to the car I called Pam and asked what she was doing. She indicated she was at the hotel bar having a drink. I told her to wait there and I would be there in about 10 minutes. When I got to the bar Pam was sitting in a booth having a drink in some casual clothes. I told Pam what had happened with the girls and she just looked at me with a blank expression on her face.

My wife asked me to get her a shot of rum. When I returned she took the shot and then asked “are you wanting me to work the party?” I had a million dirty images racing though my mind and I just smiled at her. Pam looked at me and smiled back and said I’m going to need a couple more drinks……

We devised a plan and I called Jimmy on his cell. I told him I found a hooker working our hotel bar and she was interested in the job. Jimmy told me to tell her there was $1500 for her participation and the party would be ending about 2-3 in the morning. We looked at each other, Pam nodded her head and then I told Jimmy she agreed. He told me to bring the girl and meet him and the other stripper and the party hotel bar. I told him it would be about 30 minutes before we could arrive.

Pam and I went to our room so she could change. She put on her garter belt and stockings but purposely didn’t put on any panties. She hadn’t brought any nasty cloths so she put on her tight black knee length dress and her heels. We walked toward the car I asked her if she was sure she wanted to go through with the evening and she just gave me a kiss and kept walking to the car.

Wife Back Seat Black Cock

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.

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”.