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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! 

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.

Whore Night

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

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

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

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

Playing Pool Proves Dangerous

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

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

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

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

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

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

Anal Massage For His Prim Wife

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

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

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

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

“Such as?” posed Judi.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Alright. I’ll try.”

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

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

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

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

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

“OK, I’ll try.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Betting On My Wife

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

On The Beach

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Your husband’s a lucky man,” I said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes,” she said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Who knows, maybe one day we will.

Vice Cop Wife

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

At The Swimming Pool

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

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

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

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

First Hotwife Experience

I’ve always been a very sexual person. My husband realized this and since then has encouraged me to continue to have fun as along as I let him know what I’m doing and even let him watch (smile) if he’s around. I was very reluctant at first because I felt I was happy with my sex life.

One day when we were coming home from a friends wedding and staying over night in a hotel, we struck up a conversation in the hotel bar with a salesman, who happened to sell wine, yum. The guy seemed nice enough and was very funny. He was a much older man though, probably in his early 50s, a bit over weight and balding. He had us laughing from the minute we met him though. After many drinks the bar closed and the guy asked if we wanted to grab another drink. He mentioned that he had a bunch of samples and why spend more money at another bar and cab fare when we could join him on his balcony. We both thought nothing of it, at least I didn’t think of anything else but another yummy glass of wine. We were having such a great time his idea sounded great.

We went up to his room and he asked what I wanted. I said that I loved Ice Wine and knew he wouldn’t have it. My husband being drunk and bad said that the last time he gave me Ice Wine, I gave him head in return, True Well he had a bottle in his fridge. Oh boy, so now he’s asking what he gets. The same? I looked to Erick to defend me but he just said, “Well how bad do you want it honey?” Haha well I was pretty drunk and he was looking kinda cute, much older and not totally my type but what they hey. So I told him to sit down and I proceeded to give him a very thorough blow job. Wow was he thick. I’d forgotten what other cocks were like. Mmmmm nice. I was wearing the sun-dress I have in the picture and was leaning over next to him on the couch. He was rubbing my ass and working his thick fingers into my pussy as I sucked his lovely cock. He then unbuttoned my dress and pulled my tits out of my bra and basically started milking my nipples. He started calling me names and telling me what nice big nipples I had. I was more turned on then I can remember. I was so close to cumming when he surprised me by shooting a big shot of his cum into my mouth that I swallowed as much as I could but a lot spilled out of my mouth back all over his cock. He then surprised me again and pushed my mouth back down over his cock groaning to clean it up. I was choking a little but I didn’t have much choice and did as he said. Once he released me I quickly looked over at Erick wondering why he hadn’t said anything. He was sitting there asleep with his cock all shriveled up and cum all over it. The man said he saw Erick cum only a couple minutes into it.