Leslie and I had a party for some friends. Leslie is 24, 5'9" slim, but shaped, very sexy with long blonde hair bright blue eyes and 34B perky tits and fantastic legs and ass. She often blinks with her tits after a few drinks and we even had a threesome recently with my friend Steve when we fucked her for hours. She had felt a little guilty in the cold light, but soon she got over it when I assured her again.
One night late driving from work to my boyfriend at school… I followed a white truck. He didn’t pass fast so I him, and then he tried to pass me Turn on the light in his cab so I could see what he looked like. He was cute and I followed him for a while and decided what hell was going on, I passed him again and this time I did the same and waved to him as I passed. This wasn’t like me at all, I don’t know if it was just late and I was bored or what but I liked it. After a few minutes he passed again with his light on, but this time he pointed to something straight and drove through me. Then I was a resting place sign and knew what he wanted. My heart started pounding when I didn’t want to move on. I saw him blink. In my mind I wasn’t going to stop, but if I race closer my heart and I couldn’t stop pulling myself in and stopping next to his truck.
I’m mid-20s and my girlfriend’s mom is really hot MILF. Every time I visit their house, I usually find her looking at my crotch as I look at her breasts. A few times I caught her and smiled. At first I thought she liked me… When she bumped her ass every once in a while into my big member. She didn’t withdraw immediately and I confirmed I was interested. Her husband is a little nerds, tall, has thick glasses and very workaholic, maybe that explains why they’re good to do. He doesn’t look like someone who can take care of his wife.
We were at McDonald’s talking while she was eating her double cheeseburger. We talked about everything from George Straight concerts and Garth Brooks concerts that he had worked as a guard, to things that we’ve all been through. He was a perfect gentleman to compliment her with her napkins for the catch-up that dripping out of her hamburger. Finally after a while he asked if we wanted to go somewhere, and she reacted quickly with yes! We got in the car and drove to the motel and he followed us.
I have and you know what an imagination is to waste a terrible thing. I came home from work one night. My husband was more interested in dating his friends and asked me to wait until he got home. We couldn’t hurry and I wanted to make it up to him, but now he really pissed me off.
Frustrated as hell, I decided I’d leave when he left and find my own pleasure. I was convinced that son of a bitch was cheating on me and I was tired of playing second violin. After all, I was too horny to sit at home and turn my thumbs. So I took a shower and did a low cut blouse (sheer bra), short skirt and 4 inch fuck me pumps. You know those who say, “Come fuck me now!”
I found out my new friend Evelyn wasn’t that moody. She didn’t get upset easily. One day I was a little surprised by a small but sudden change in her mood. We were at the mall, and she asked me to go to one of those fancy women’s boutiques where she was gonna leave a dress she bought earlier. She kept me waiting at the register while she went back to the dressing room to drop off the dress. When she left she was in her usual pleasant, cheerful mood, but when she returned she suddenly seemed distracted and nervous. I was wondering why, but she didn’t say. She just said that the tailor was there, and that he would change the dress but first had to measure her. She said she’d be right back and then walk back to the dressing room. It’s a little funny, but when I saw her walk away, I thought about her body.
It was my first year in college when I got my first Big Black Cock. I remember the day vividly looking in the mirror in the bathroom and smiling at what I saw. A beautiful face with full lips and blue eyes and a head full of large blonde curls. I was dressed in a tight new skirt I had just bought and a cute little tank top. How pathetic that I wasted such a nice outfit on a boring night at my friend Neena’s house. I wasn’t wearing a bra and yet my great tits were perfect without a hint of sag. I ran my hands over my shirt and over my nipples. I was so horny and stuck here without a man.
My wife is a beautiful woman, with long, fiery red hair and crystal green eyes. Her name is Karen and she’s six feet tall, shapeful legs. Her figure is perfect with full, sturdy tits of 39" that require a D-cup bra. Her hips are also 39" but not a gram of fat. She’s got the smoothest, tightest, rounded ass you’ve ever seen. Although her broad hips give her a big ass, her little 24" waist ends from her hour glass figure.
I met my current wife Jane on the Internet. Then we were married and very unhappy. My wife was very conservative and unnecessary to say that my sexual energies were unimaginable. An occasional jerk in the shower and sex maybe every two weeks was par for the course. Jane was also married to a very conservative man who actually wanted missionary sex twice a week.
Jane and I had an online affair for three months, and in those three months, we’ve been exploring our wildest sexual fantasies online. I think we thought we’d never meet, so let’s go online. I write Jane e-mails that start a fantasy and ask her to finish them. Boy, did she ever kill them. One of my fantasies was to be dominant over Jane and let her do slutty things. A fantasy I started was Take Jane to a shady club and let her suck a guy in front of everyone in the club. Jane finished the fantasy by sucking everyone in the club.
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.