It all started on Saturday afternoon when I came in after mowing the lawn. Mom jumped me from behind the door and started tickling me without mercy.

“Gottcha!” she screamed and put me against a wall. I started giggling and trying to fight Mom’s fingers off their torture. I know if I didn’t get away soon, Mom would make me laugh in tears.

We’ve been doing this since I was seven. ‘Cause Tomorrow she woke me up for school by jumping on the bed What I slept in and she started tickling me until I begged to stop. But I usually even came on the next weekend, because when Dad had to leave for work very early, so Mom slept late. While she was still asleep, I flew out of nowhere and landed on her bed… And I bounced us both high in the sky. In the past we went upstairs to drop ice cubes together, water balloons coming from nowhere and when we trained in the backyard, we sprayed each other with the garden hose (although we were never outside when that happened. What a mess!). We behaved more like best friends than mother and son.

Erica’s first year after college turned out to be very disappointing for romance. She had made friends, but she didn’t find any boys to play with. She went through her wardrobe and chose an outfit for a night in town. First the black stockings attached to a satin garter. Then a pair of almost luminous white panties, followed by a loose silk blouse and one over the knee skirt. Finally some medium heels, a custom jacket, some light make-up and perfume. Erica decided to go to the Max Club, a northern bar that wasn’t too crowded. That night, the crowd was alive as small. It wasn’t long before she drew the attention of a tall blonde man. He was wearing a leather jacket and black jeans. He walked to her table with another bottle of beer she drank.

My husband and I had always fantasized about other men. If we fucked he’d tell me How much he would like me to be screwed by four or more guys at once. In return I would tell him about the times I fucked before we were married and he would get really excited to hear me describe how their cocks felt going in me and cumming in my mouth and pussy.

Before I start, I have to give a brief description of my wife, Julie. She is 26, stands a slim 5'3" 105lbs with flaming long red hair (a real redhead I can add!), blue eyes, & a set of pouting red lips made for dick sucking. She also has a nice sturdy pair of 38Bs that just ask to be sucked & squeezed. Her lower half is even better, measuring on a beautiful 36 centimeters with a pussy that has been carefully cut to expose her soft and tender pussy lips. Julie also like to give head & get fucked doggy style. My wife can be very submissive sometimes. One of my fantasies is to see my wife serve more than one man at a time. Next is what happened a few weeks ago.

We’ve been swinging for a few years Tom my guy started talking about me attacking a black man. I forced him to convince me, but deep down, I couldn’t wait to feel a big black dick inside me. It had always been taboo growing up in a small town in the south. I’d always heard black men hanged well and my husband was a little small in that department. I finally agreed to place an ad in our swingers group to see what we could find. We both went through the answers and picked someone who came through our city often since he was a stop driver. We had a meeting with Gene to get to know each other a little bit and to see if we really wanted to meet. We met him for a drink the next time he was in town and decided to set a date for next week. I knew as soon as I saw this man I wanted him to be my first black lover. He was very muscular, tall and handsome and also very nice. When we went out to say goodbye, he asked husbandly if he could kiss me and he agreed. He took me in his big arms and gave me the most passionate kiss I had ever felt. I felt his dick getting hard in his pants and it felt huge. I wanted to fuck him there in the parking lot… But I didn’t want manly to know how excited I was, he might back off. Finally Tom said funny: “You better cool off or we won’t make it till next week.”

I am the middle child, with sisters, an older and a younger. Both my parents are still married. My story happened five years ago when I was 15. My older sister Susan was 18 and my younger sister Sara was 14. My sisters looked good back then. (They’re knocked out now) My eldest had nice tits, long legs and a nice round ass. My youngest sister began to bloom at the age of 12, and had beautiful big tits for her age.

I love my husband. He’s a good father to my children, he’s attractive and a good friend. We have a good relationship and we enjoy each other. Our sex life is amazing. I never thought I’d cheat on him, but sometimes things just happen.

Keith travels a lot in his work. On such a trip, the kids were at school, and because I had to work, they stayed with their grandparents. After work, a number of colleagues decided to go to a local bar for happy hour. Lance, one of the new associates, was unfamiliar with the area, so I offered him a lift. In retrospect, I wonder if there was anything Freudian.

I get along with my apartmentmate Martha, but since we’re both working women and active on weekends, we don’t keep the apartment as neat and clean as we’d like. We never seemed to be able to find the time to put it right and clean it that really needed it, so that we despaired to ever get it back together. I heard a colleague of mine talking about a friend who had hired someone to help with the cleaning and I immediately realized that we should. I discovered the name of the cleaning lady and arranged to hire her for a Saturday that Martha and I would devote to our task. With three of us working, we should be able to do miracles in one day.

This story started more than a year ago. My husband and I had arranged to send our 15-year-old son to a summer camp where he wanted to go for a few months. Then my husband came up with the idea that we should also go on vacation. We chose Cyprus as our place to spend a few weeks.

We did all the planning, bought the tickets to fly over and made reservations in a beautiful hotel on a picturesque beach. We wanted to exchange our passports, cheques and money… When my husband told me he was going Japan had business to do.

My name is Jackie, I am blond-haired with a 36DD bust (which many men find attractive). This is a true record of my first affair, I was 39 years old then.

I worked in an office like Sales Manager when a new director came to work for the same company. My work was about traveling to meet clients in their office, and sometimes my director also came to the meetings.