My name is Carol and I live alone in a small two-bedroom apartment in a suburb of a big city on the east coast. One of my best friends is a girl named Lisa. Recently I invited Lisa to stay with me. We hadn’t seen each other in a while, and I thought it would be a good time for a girl talk. We work on different jobs and are far enough apart to make it a long-distance conversation when we talk, so we usually don’t talk long.
I was a good Catholic girl and didn’t allow sex before marriage, despite having many boyfriends. That’s why I was shocked when my husband showed me a contact magazine, and showed that a man offered to buy used panties from every married woman in London, where we live.
However, we had little money, and husband, Jonathon, said what harm it could do to sell my panties, so he convinced me to have him answer and arrange a meeting in a local saloon bar. We met the guy, and he seemed very nice, and complimented me on my looks, and we had a few drinks, and I got really excited about this guy’s idea with my panties, to do with whatever he wanted, however naughty. Eventually, when we drank more drinks, I got bolder, and when he invited us to his house, I easily agreed to go along with the plan.
When we were in bed, I looked at my sleeping wife, Crystle. She was exhausted. I lost the number of times. By the end, it looked like she had a constant orgasm.
Me? I could only come twice. No, I wasn’t the one causing all her orgasms. No, it wasn’t one dick. There were four dicks next to mine she enjoyed. One after the other. While one she fucked another to get it hard again so it could fuck her again and add another load of hot sperm to that already in her tight well fucked cunt.
Another time, around 1995, several families went camping on the beach with all our children. My wife isn’t exactly a swimmer, so when I was snorkeling with a bunch of kids, she kept looking at the beach. I noticed that she was sitting with one of our friends’ husbands, a man who hadn’t kept a secret about his admiration for my wife, and who had come under her shirt and taken her tit when he kissed her last New Year’s Eve. He pulled her chest out of her bra and played with her nipple under her shirt for a few minutes while everyone sang “Auld Lang Syne.” Several people saw the movement under my wife’s shirt. The year before, when they were driving in the backseat… back from a beach outing late in the evening, he put her hand on his erection. She said she felt it up and down, “squeeze once,” and then she pulled her hand away. He pulled her hand back and pulled a blanket over it. Under the blanket he opened his pants, and my wife felt his smooth hard penis. She whispered “this is not a good idea,” but everyone in the car, except the driver, seemed to be asleep. She caressed him up and down for a few minutes, feeling he was thicker and harder, and a little pre-cum came out to help with lubrication. He started breathing heavily, and she thought he was going to shoot pretty quickly when the other resident in the back seat, the husband’s wife, woke up. My wife quickly pulled her hand and took the blanket off her, so it covered the man and his stiff. In both stories I suspected there was something more than she told me.
My wife, Andrea, is still a knockout at 35. Dark, burning red hair, green eyes, great skin and a fantastic body (36C-24-35). She’s as close to a nudist as I’ve ever met. After we were married, I realized how much she liked to wear nothing or as little around the house as possible. And I loved it.
One day I came home from work and arrived at the front door at the same time as the newspaper boy. He’s a nice, handsome guy about 18 and we said hello and he gave me the paper. At the same time I opened the door, and there was Andrea, staring naked! The paperboy got a huge grin on his face when his eyes took in my wife’s big body. Andrea slammed the door and the newspaper boy left with a big smile on his face.
Elaine and Bob have been my friends for years. I flirted with Elaine and her back but nothing ever happened in real life and Bob never got jealous, he thought it was part of our good friendship.
One night they got bored and invited me to dinner and drinks. I went straight off work and was warmly welcomed by Elaine who gave us both a drink and we sat and talked. She was wearing a short skirt with a dumbbell top and curled up in a chair across from me. “Fuck! She’s a sexy bitch,” I thought myself feeling my dick stirring between my legs.
After the exciting kiss and makeup you introduced me to, how can I ever be mad at you for long? Even for me, it was stupid to be mad at something so stupid. And the sweetness and love you showed me warms my heart even more. So later that night after we dine on steak, I grilled you, and wine I bought especially for tonight, I’m gonna keep you close, deep in your eyes, in your soul. Given the sweetness that lies there, I hold you close to me, my hands on your ass they squeeze firmly, with passion. I pressed my lips against yours, my tongue searched for your tongue, reached for your soul. As our mouths melt down… I had my hands loosen your pants and pushed them to the floor. Carol, your skin is so soft, so warm. I can feel your heat rising from your panties. My fingers track your moist cut through your panties, push them gently, reddishly, with love. You groan in my mouth and start moving your hips in time with my finger. Baby, you’re so sexy… You move your hands from my ass to the front of my jeans and you feel the passion I have for you. So swollen and hard for your touch, help me by letting go of my hard cock and dropping my jeans and underwear on the floor. I’m stone hard and in your hand as you stroke me back and forth, at the same time I rub my fingers up and down your slit on the outside of your panties. If I want to feel you… I move the leg of your panties aside and drink my finger into your hot wetness… Honey, so wet and hot. I walk with my finger back and forth in your damp valley of femininity, feeling you move. It gives me so much pleasure to see you excited about my actions, and I think I’m getting harder in your hand. We caress each other with such passion that feels the heat burning with an inexhaustible flame. Soon our lips will split and we’ll look each other in the eye again. Our thoughts do not need words, we know what the other wishes are. I reluctantly move my fingers out of your hot cave and I place them on my lips, licking the sweet cream collected there. You move my hard rod and place it at the entrance to your pussy. You rub the tip up and down your height, imitating the action my fingers did on you. Our eyes are on each other and our breathing is irregular because the feeling is so intense.
Last Friday night I was with my good friend. Larry, go home and have a few beers and watch a movie. His wife Lynn was out with some of her friends from work. Around eleven we had just finished the film and switched to a poker program at ESPN.
Lynn walked a few minutes later and it was clear she wasn’t feeling any pain. It’s obvious her night out drinking with the girls took her toll. Larry, Lynn and I are old and dear friends, so we talked for a while about what happened in our lives.
My company had put me at the Wentworth Hotel for my course, very nice of them I thought. My course was just around the corner, twenty of us were introduced to a new computer program that was supposed to be the best in the world at that time. The majority of my colleagues were just not my type’s life seemed to revolve around their job, I enjoyed my work, but I had other interests. At the end of the first week I missed Peter my husband, I also missed sex that was very sexy, something I couldn’t do without. Saturday I did some shopping and did sightseeing, one thing I didn’t want to do was hang out with the rest of the crew of the course. That night I put on a new dress that I bought that day, black, cut low, short, and it clung to me like another skin. I have no problem with stockings my brown looked good enough on his own, just some nice high heels court shoes to finish the look. I ate at the hotel restaurant before I moved to the cocktail bar, it must have been popular if it was quite busy. I sat at the bar and ordered myself a Daiquiri, looking around the room I noticed one or two attractive boys who were very attractive to me. There were also one or two other women, clearly well dressed with their husband or boyfriend, I turned out to be the only one on their own. I’m thinking of drinking my drink and leaving when the bartender put another Daiquiri in front of me.
About six years ago I went on a trip to a resort sponsored by my employer. I had heard countless stories about people, married people and others, and found sexual adventures there.
The resort was on a California beach and was very picturesque. In the living room lived 3 sex workers. Our trip lasted 3 days and 2 nights. While I was flirting with a woman I thought might be interested in. Our group consisted of women with different racial and ethnic backgrounds. Being single made me feel I had nothing to lose.