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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.

Nude Dance

This is a story about what happened a few years ago when my wife was 34 years old and I was 40. My wife and I are nudists and we have belonged to a nudist club for years. It is a family oriented club and not a swingers’ club and we are not swingers. The ironic part is that for years the dances were clothed and it was against the rules to be nude at the dances. Nude dancing was frowned upon because it could be considered sexually suggestive.

Let me tell you a little about my wife, Sue. She is only 5 feet 2 inches tall with 36B tits that are very perky. She has nice tits! She also has a nice little bottom that is nice to squeeze. Sue has always been an exhibitionist. I’m sure that’s one of the reasons why she enjoys going to the club.

Fortunately, the club has relaxed its rules concerning the dress code at the dances. The dress code is now “clothing optional.” That means you can basically do whatever you want. In other words, you can be dressed, topless, bottomless, or totally nude.

This story takes place one Saturday night at the dance at the nudist club. Sue and I arrived at 9 o’clock and made ourselves comfortable at one of the tables with our friends. We were all clothed. We enjoyed the conversation and shared a little wine. It’s typical for most people to keep their clothes on at least for a little while.

What I did this evening is what I usually do. I usually take off everything except for a blue long sleeve shirt that I unbutton. I don’t wear a T shirt or anything else. I’m bottomless. I love that feeling of being bottomless because I love to show off my dick. I admit that I am an exhibitionist. When I am on the dance floor nude with my sexy wife, it is difficult for me not to become aroused. Part of the arousal is due to a lack of control. I have only so much control over whether or not I have an erection and when I am bottomless and dancing close to my wife and she squeezes my butt, my dick starts to stand up whether I want it to or not and everyone can see it!

On this evening my wife was still sitting at the table fully dressed. After a couple of glasses of wine, though, I did manage to coax her into taking off her blouse and bra so that we could admire those beautiful tits. If you saw my wife’s tits you would have noticed how hard her nipples were. Her tits stood out even more because of the cool air in the clubhouse.

Exposed Wife

I had been living with my wife for over a year. She was quite tall and slim and pretty too. Very sexy, very smart, but best of all, she loved to party. Being in a huge city, bars, people and music were never hard to find. Sitting at a bar drinking beer was one of our favourite pastimes.

So we were out one night, drinking, laughing, dancing to crap music, looking at sexy girls bodies swaying to the beat. She was in her early 30’s and I was 12 years older so we both really enjoyed looking at younger girls moving sexily to music.

“Do you like looking at them?” she insecurely asked.

“You’re much sexier baby” I told her, I knew this game. And, at my age, was a master.

“Ha ha….I’m ten years older than those little girls.”

“Yes, but there’s not a man in here that hasn’t taken his eyes off your arse.”

“Who? Where?” I pointed them out. All of them were looking. It was something about the way she moved her body: so tall yet so graceful and the sex just flowed like a river of porn. I had gotten used to the staring of other guys, and over the months I had relaxed about it, evolving into somewhat of a quiet voyeur from the angry douche bag I used to be when I had first started living with her.

“And why do you think they are looking at me at my age when there are all these tight little teenage pussies available?”

I played the game, convincing her she was gorgeous and it wasn’t really her unavailability that was the attraction to us asshole guys. We carried on drinking and talking, with her dancing attracting ever more daring partners — one even putting his hands around her waist as they danced. A year ago he would’ve received the death stare.

We got drunk and left in the middle of the morning, sleeping through Sunday until mid afternoon. Oh the joy of no children. We snacked until early evening, when I suggested the movies. The game started again.

“What shall I wear?” I didn’t play this time, but tried a different tact, knowing she was still on a buzz from last night’s attention.

“Why don’t you see how much attention you can get tonight honey?” I teasingly asked. She bit. I was smug. I selected a normal top, with a matching short skirt. No panties. I convinced her no panties. I suspected she liked the idea of sitting in the movies, being able to open and close her legs as she wished, exposing herself to the darkness.

She dressed and we walked to the elevator. I didn’t mention that I was trying to get her horny as hell. Now don’t misunderstand, she had her moments, but they were rare. We had a lot of sex for sure, but that dirty stuff that we pervs oh so enjoy, well, I hadn’t had one of those sessions for some time.

The elevator arrived and we entered. I couldn’t resist it — I kissed her full on the lips, entering her mouth with my probing tongue, circling my fingers around her arse cheeks. I knew she was wet.

“Stand still.” I commanded, and pulled her skirt down to her knees, her freshly shaved dripping vagina exposed to my hungry eyes. Her shocked facial expression intensified to sheer horror as the elevator slowed three floors from the bottom. She glared at me as she pulled it up hastily trying to re-arrange herself as a neighbour stepped in. He was in his fifties and I wasn’t sure he couldn’t smell her dripping cunt. However, had he gazed down, he’d have noticed her skirt on the wrong way round. Just as I had had that thought, he gazed down, and smiled. She blushed. Cool.

We spent the night flirting with each other, and, as she walked around the mall to the screens, she deliberately walked up a glass staircase, exposing to anyone below a cunt that I just couldn’t wait to eat. I noticed one middle aged man looking up, hurriedly looking to each side to ensure his fat wife wouldn’t catch him. His fat wife should thank us; she’d be getting a good pussy pounding tonight for sure.

We enjoyed the night. I didn’t want to spoil it getting ejected from the movie for finger banging a girl I’d be cock banging a couple of hours later. I wasn’t 17 after all, was I?

We got home and fucked like the 17year olds that we weren’t, and I waited for the weekend, hoping I could use my not so ingenious methods to make her hot again.

Friday night came, and we played the dressing game again. Not wanting to repeat last weekend’s trick I selected an even shorter skirt but with ultra tight black gloss leggings. I nearly came in my pants as she pulled them on and they went right up the crack or her arse.

We finished a bottle of wine and left for our local bar. We didn’t know anyone there except the barman, who set us up some drinks as we walked in.

She was already tipsy, and after a couple more and some flirting with the barman she wanted a dance. Damn she looked hot; my cock started to twitch watching her move. There were a lot of eyes on her too, men, boys, and horny girls. I wanted to fuck her there and then.

The drinking and dancing continued for a few hours. I limited myself as the whole point of showing her off was to get her horny enough for a dirty session, something that wouldn’t happen with too much alcohol.

She was getting wilder, arms around guys’ necks, their hands on her hips. She came back to finish off yet another glass and said she was sweating and asked if it was ok to take off the leggings. I suggested no and that perhaps the skirt removed would cool her somewhat and still retain some dignity. She agreed and went to the toilet and unclasped the skirt, putting it in her handbag.

Watching her walk back I realized I was getting anxious with nerves at everyone looking. Her leggings showed everything, even pulling tight up her vagina. Camel toe gold medal; and the girl did have big pussy lips.

She gave me a slutty kiss and told me to check her bag as she went off to dance. I opened it — the tiny skirt was folded, and on top, her wet string. I’d been chatting most of the evening to a nice middle aged couple at the bar as the drunken babe danced with everyone and anyone. They asked me what she’d put in the bag, so, in my drunken haze, I opened it and showed them, getting a nervous heartbeat as a strange man looked at my girlfriend’s soaking panties. His wife giggled, looked up, and jokingly suggested he go dance with the girl with no pants on. He did. There were men all around her, staring at her arse and prominent cunny lips.

He walked up to her and put his arms around her neck, softly grinding into her. My cock jumped, his wife placed her hand on my knee and smiled at me with a slutty drunken look. She was about my age, way too old for me, and slightly chubby, in a sexy way. She rubbed up my knee as she watched her husband, who by now had lowered his hands to my wife’s hips, and found my throbbing cock. I swallowed dryly with surprise and tried to ignore her by taking a huge swig of beer, as I watched a strange man, who knew she was wearing no panties, grind his obviously swollen tool into my wife’s crotch. I couldn’t wait to get her home.

She came over for a drink and told me she was drunk but oh so horny. Really darling I hadn’t realised.

“Why you so horny?” I wanted to hear her confession.

“He’s got a hard on, I think he went to the toilet to wank.”

“How do you know he’s erect?” I asked, again with a dry throat and a throbbing cock. His wife was trying to listen above the music.

“He was rubbing it on me…”she drunkenly confessed… “…I couldn’t help it.”

She finished her drink, gave me a fake look of shame, and went back to dance. A different guy grabbed her, equally as drunk, and started to kiss her. She responded to his kiss with too much vigour for my liking and I knew it was approaching home time. I had enjoyed the show so far but kissing was taboo.

When hands dropped to her arse she turned around and ground into him, bending to touch her toes in time with the pounding music as he held her hips dreaming of his own pounding. The couple had gone onto the dance floor too, drunk and in their heightened state of sexual arousal.

I rubbed my cock through my jeans. It felt good. I need to cum. I thought about visiting the toilets but decided, even as perverted as I was, public toilet masturbation wasn’t part of my lifestyle; besides, I wanted to see how hot I could make my slut because I wanted to achieve my objective.

My dirty unfaithful lady staggered back when the song finished. She didn’t have to speak, I knew she needed cock. As I paid up and walked to the cloakroom, the middle aged couple also left. They walked along with us, and the conversation revolved around the hot little girls dancing in their little skirts. His references to wanting to see their tight young bodies were obviously aimed at my wife, who bit and asked was she as sexy, turning and pushing her arse up for us to assess. A unanimous “Gorgeous!” from the three of us rubber stamped my impending hardcore session, and we continued our short journey, as apparently they lived in the next apartment block.

I started to feel relaxed, thinking of all the illegal things I wanted to invent to do to this slutty bitch, when I heard myself ask:

“Come up to our place, I got some beers kicking around” like we hadn’t had enough and as though I didn’t really just want to strip my slut naked the second I entered the elevator.

The offer was gratefully received by our new acquaintances, and we went up and entered the apartment. As we took off jackets and shoes, my dirty cow once again bent right forward so we could all see her arse and, unknown to her, those very wet and prominent lips, which had soaked her leggings, making her look incontinent. She didn’t know that we all knew the truth.

The middle aged man took it as another queue to have an uninvited play and stepped in, held her hips and started grinding into her arse and pussy, simulating thrusts and dragging a finger across her lips.

“Oh that’s rude, and we have guests….!” she cooed sweetly, thinking the throb was mine.

He let go and stepped back, and the three of us grinned drunkenly to each other as she tried to stand up straight, regretting bending over in the first place. I don’t know why I didn’t try to stop him…perhaps it was because he was a nice guy, ten years older than me, and, strangely, it was turning me on.

We travelled to the kitchen and I put on a bit of music, quite but danceable. I grabbed cold beers and some more wine and we all started to dance, my first with my own girl for what seemed like hours.

“You’re not hard like you were 5 minutes ago!” she stated openly, putting her hand to my cock.

“It wasn’t me grinding you.” I told her. The look of shock was great. She looked over to our dancing friends and said to the professor look-a-like: “You rubbed your cock on me…how rude!” and we all laughed, and swapped dance partners. I could see where this was going, and wasn’t sure how to stop it.

It was hot in the apartment, and the middle aged wife decided she had nothing to lose by dropping her jeans and pulling off her top. Actually she looked quite horny in her satin underwear, and I pulled off my top in approval (at my age, I rarely needed an excuse to expose my hard-fought-for six-pack.

Not to be outdone, and turned on by the sight of his underwear clad chubby wife, Mr. Horny Old Dude unbuttoned his shirt and almost instantly dropped his trousers, his huge hard-on poking up inside his underwear. Impressive. I was glad he kept his boxers on though.

Well, there was one left, and she keeping clothed. She also wasn’t wearing panties, and we all knew it.

She walked into the middle of the kitchen, looked me in the eye, pulled up her top, unclasped her bra, and dropped it all, standing topless with her huge nipples erect and breasts swinging freely, Smiling and rubbing them, pulling her nipples out hard.

I was so hard and just wanted to suck them. I loved sucking her tits. I stepped toward her but was beaten by a guy 20 years older than her who was determined to have a feel before someone intervened.

“No!” said my babe, but not because she didn’t want the attention, evidently she wanted to get her cunt out. Would I let it happen? I didn’t have a choice. I stood transfixed as she turned around, hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her leggings, and slowly slowly started to pull them down. When half her cheeks were exposed, the underwear clad middle aged mum dropped her bra off to reveal a nice pair, and as I stared at them, her husband dived straight in, pinching, suckling, massaging, his obvious excitement encouraging them both on toward something that I had neither planned nor in my naivety, anticipated.

I shouldn’t have been, but I became somewhat shocked as she dropped her panties, right there, right there in front of me, us, right there in my kitchen; and her husband’s excitement quadrupled.

On seeing the shaven older pussy, displayed so openly, my angel bent forward, again, right over this time, and pulled the leggings down and out of the crack of her arse and away from her sticky pussy, dropping them all the way to the floor. Her wet lips had come into view, as had her sweaty anus.

I couldn’t fully grasp the scene: a stranger of a man with his erect penis throbbing inside his boxers and his middle aged but by now very sexy looking naked wife were looking at my equally butt naked wife in our kitchen, and, as I thought the surrealistic images couldn’t get anymore more surreal, Mr. Fifty dropped his boxers, his cock pointing directly at my sluts exposed holes, pre-cum dripping, big head purple and angry.

She was looking over her shoulder at him, looking at his cock, just staring, drunken blurry eyes transfixed to a tool 20 years older than her. That cock had been ejaculating before she was even born.

She wasn’t alone in her staring: I was embarrassingly transfixed to only the second live cock I’d even seen, and his wife was the third unavoidable voyeur, aware, as we all were, that this impromptu evening had evolved beyond drinking and grinding and flashing tits and ass.

Sensing an imminent un-discussed insertion into a much younger pussy, the sexy wife dropped to her knees and made oral love to that cock. Her actions broke the voyeuristic spell that had befallen us, and my honey, still bent to an almost touchy toe position, began pulling her nipples as she looked over her shoulder at the blow job action unfolding in her kitchen.

Quite why she continued to expose her inner most sexual parts instead of turning was slightly perplexing me, as not only had my voyeuristic side had been fulfilled, I had no desire, perverted or otherwise, to watch her being taken.

Despite it all, my cock was so hard; I wanted to drop my jeans, after all I was the only one not fully exposed, and I loved showing off my knob. What man doesn’t?

What was in my mind at that point was that I was going to drop my jeans, show the fellating lady my nice looking tool, then stick my cock up my woman’s cunt and fuck her whilst our two guests did the same. I didn’t mind them watching; after all, it wouldn’t be the first time I’d been watched. What wasn’t in my mind was that the woman would un-impale her head from her husband’s cock, reach for mine, and thrust it to gently into her mouth, moving it toward the back of her throat before I could react.

It felt so good, her warm soft mouth around my aching helmet. She tickled by balls too; damn I loved that.

My baby was watching. By now rubbing her dripping cunt lips openly for all to see, and running her finger over her anus, still looking over her shoulder.

I couldn’t take anymore. I really needed to cum, but wanted my own woman to have it and I so needed to smell her. She’d been rubbing her vagina on other men’s cocks all night and I knew it was soaking and sweaty; I just had to smell it.

I was about to pull out of that warm willing mouth and drop to my knees behind my wife, wanting to smell her arsehole, when, as if a scene form a porno, Mr. Horny stopped tugging his big cock, dropped down behind my slut, and just stared into her much younger pussy.

His wife was an expert cock pleaser, and I involuntarily started to shaft her head as the voyeur started to smell my woman’s sweaty arse crack. My god it was so horny to see, she loved it too, and started to gyrate her bottom as he nuzzled his nose into the crack of joy. Would she let him fuck her, I found myself wondering, as I watched from another world, not knowing what to do, leaving it up to my slut to call the shots.

It didn’t take long, as she placed a hand on each buttock and pulled herself wide open for this man’s pleasure, exposing her pink gaping hole. He didn’t disappoint her; he pushed his tongue, oh so slowly, deep into her anus, her arsehole, her tight secret hole of lust. If it hadn’t have been for the amazing mouth wrapped around my swollen tool, I would’ve stopped him, I told myself. But I knew I wouldn’t. It was too horny, too sexy to stop. Far too filthy dirty.

As I watched I realized his wife had stopped sucking my cock and was watching her older husband tongue fuck this young woman. She wanked me rhythmically, kissing my head softly, running her tongue around on it, almost lovingly.

It was incredible, watching my previously loyal wife getting her anus and pussy eaten out by a relative stranger as she bent forward and touched her toes.

This man had seen, smelled, and tasted my wife’s anus and vagina, and I hadn’t stopped him, and right now, as I watched, she was dropping to her knees in our kitchen to suck on his big cock. I couldn’t believe, but any anxieties vanished as his wife returned to deep throating me.

This double swapped over fellatio continued for a few minutes. God women were sluts sometimes.

My wife stood up and demanded cock:

“I need fucking.”

His wife agreed:

“My cunt needs cocks.”

I wasn’t sure I wanted her, but I knew I wanted my wife.

We walked to our bed, a superb Super King size, not purchased for this purpose. I lay her down on the bed and entered her. At that moment I didn’t care who could see what, I just wanted to be inside her vagina. I thrust in an out, almost oblivious to the scene next to me. My face was buried in my wife’s neck and I was kissing it softly. I wanted to tongue her mouth passionately but didn’t quite fancy the obvious taste of cock. The other couple were on our bed too, her wanking and sucking his cock. She turned around and offered her rear end to him as I watched. The site of her cunt and dark arsehole staring and winking at me brought me an excitement I couldn’t control. I fucked my slutty cock sucking wife’s flooded cunt faster and faster, slowing as my baby lifted her head to try and see.

As the guy started to enter his wife, mine reached for his balls and massaged them, pushing her thumb against his arsehole. It was dirty of her, and I thanked the beer for preventing my ejaculation.

He fucked his wife wildly, and mine asked for doggy style too.

There we were, two couples, neighbours and strangers before tonight and now players in an incredibly hot sexual game, which was consensual and hadn’t gone too far.

I reached under and started to massage her clit as she buried her face in the bed and lifted her anus up high. She started to finger her own arsehole, one then two fingers, knuckle deep, and started to cum. The anal fingering display pushed him over the edge, his orgasm starting with a grunted “Mmm” and he became more vociferous as his wife joined in. She started to push back harder on his weapon, looking over her shoulder as she came with us also reaching climax. As if previously agreed but totally spontaneous, my big cocked friend and I withdrew, grabbed our respective erections and furiously fisted them as spurt after spurt of hot cum sprayed of the dirty cow’s backs. I turned slightly to look at his wife’s cunt as I came, staring into her winking hole as I wrung the last droplets from my softening penis.

I sat back, my wife lay collapsed, semen dripping from her skin, and our friends lay down to recover.

When the heat of sexual excitement cools, the atmosphere equally cools; but, in a friendly way, our guests, no doubt due to their maturity, comforted each other lovingly. I stood and pulled a cover from the dresser, and offered them the couch. They took the cue perfectly and rose to leave. She came to me and kissed me full on the lips, rubbing my cock as she did so; he turned to my wife and bent over to kiss her on the cheek goodnight.

It was so relaxed, so mutually respectful. We haven’t repeated the event up until now, but sure as hell we fucked a lot that weekend after our guests left the next morning.

If you’re thinking of sharing with another couple, oral only and same room sex is definitely a comfortable way to start.

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.

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!”

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!

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.