It was a cold, rainy, October day when I was sitting by the photo window waiting for the errand boy to deliver my order. I was thinking of my husband, who served in the Navy, aboard an aircraft carrier. He’d been gone five months and I thought about how much I missed his company, his conversation, his dick. We were only married a month before Ed’s tour started and we made sure every minute counts. We fucked six times a day in so many different positions in that month.
Lalitha was unaware of the laughter around her. The call she just attended was like a ghost from the past, a ghost she thought was gone for good. It belonged to a colleague of hers from her first workplace. Five years ago, almost in another life, Lalitha had borrowed 20,000 from her. She promised to pay it back in a month, but she wouldn’t have been able. The colleague would have been good enough not to force her to repay the money immediately and the debt would have remained. A few months later, the girl’s marriage was restored in a hurry to a man who worked in the UK. The girl resigned and was caught in the middle of the crazy rush that usually accompanies an Indian wedding. In the middle of that, she called Liitha and gave her account number. She said to put the money in the account. A week later, the lady had left India with her husband. Lalitha wanted to pay the lady back. But she kept putting it off until she forgot everything. From time to time it would appear in her memory and then disappear for a long time.
My wife and I had another one of our legendary fights and I decided to just go to sleep in a hotel for the night and just relax. The clerk stared at me strangely when I checked in at 9:00 and had no ID. I explained to him the fight with my wife and how I left my wallet at home and the story about my emergency supply of money in the car and, with a $100 tip, I quickly had a room without asking questions with double queens.
Have you ever wondered what your wife does when she’s at work? Will she come home later than expected, and hurry upstairs to wash and change before you have the chance to exchange a few words? Is she avoiding intimacy as an excuse for having a rough day at the office? Is she wearing inappropriate underwear for work? If this all sounds familiar, you got to keep reading.
I would like to share a story with you about a situation that developed at work a year ago. At the time I worked in the busy service department of an electrical retail company. There were about ten men operating all kinds of household appliances. We had a few girls working at the helpdesk and customer reception down the stairs, but our floor was almost a male dominated environment, so you can imagine the fun among the boys when our service manager employed a really young cleaner. She only worked part-time, but saw her breasts wiggling as they struggled with the electric floor polisher every morning became quite a distraction. At 11:30 she made tea and coffee and brought it to every desk on a tray. The boys could always hurt her, tickle her when she had the tray and was generally messing around. She was a little embarrassed at first, but it wasn’t long before she gave back as good as she got.
It was a great New Year’s Eve party we did at our house. We invited 30 couples and 26 of them. We’d been drinking and dancing and, of course, eating something. The party celebrated a costume party last year and welcomed it to New Year. There were all kinds of costumes, surprisingly, most of them were on the revealing side.
It was surprising what women were wearing costumes that even showed their bare chest and a lot of them even their nipples. Their skirts were so short that if they leaned over their panties that was barely a noose that had covered their backs and their pussy lips.
I caught Tina cheating on me and I left the marriage. Tina cried a lot and confessed several cases and somehow I got excited by what she said, and we had the most intense sex ever. At some level, I always knew Tina was a slut.
Since we’re playing this game where Tina goes out every weekend and she’d pretend to be screwed by a man in the bar. When she comes home, she tells me about a guy who picked her up and how they went crazy. It was fun, and she’s getting more verbal about it. Tina’s 5-3" 145, black hair and a nice set of tits. Tina’s Italian and has these sexy Italian characteristics.
I’m a 42-year-old married woman. I’ve been married 17 years, with two beautiful children. I’ve never been unfaithful to my husband so far. I work for a public relationship firm, which is next to a large mall. Two days ago, it happened unthinkable. I was walking around the mall after work, looking for some running shoes. I went to a woman’s gym and wanted a comfortable pair of shoes. While I was walking around the mall, I saw this man, considerably younger than me, staring at me. I’m a very beautiful woman, 1.10. I wore a black silk dress, black snake and black heels. I’m a brunette and pretty attractive. At first, the staring was annoying. But then I just thought it was funny. I went to an athletic shoe store and this guy followed me. I was looking for a pair of shoes when this guy walked up to me and like he could help. I was a little confused, not thinking he was actually working in this store, but I thought he might have done it and I saw him on pause. I asked him if he worked here and he said, no. I said then how he could help me. He said I was a very attractive woman and that he was immediately drawn to me. I thanked him for the compliments, but I told him I was married. This man was very nice, I should say. I asked him how old he was and he responded 24. I told him I was 42 and very married. He said he thought I was married, pointing to my wedding ring, but I thought I might have some fun. I asked him something nice and he said he wanted sex. I was stunned. But I have to say, his words touched a part of me that I never knew. I was excited. But I said, no, I’m not cheating. This man, who later identified himself as Doug, said, would be very exciting to have sex with a stranger and no questions asked. I got really excited and I could feel my panties got wet. I said I was very excited about his offer, but I never cheated on my husband and I didn’t plan to start, especially with a stranger. I walked away and started looking for a pair of shoes. I found a few and sat in a chair and tried them. Doug came to me and said, wow, you have beautiful feet. I thanked him for the compliment and told him they were a few, in a joke. He saw me look after both pairs. He looked at me and he turned me on. I bought the shoes and walked out of the store. I stopped seeing Doug until I walked to my car. This time I saw Doug with another man behind me. I got scared right away to see these two guys. Although my car was parked in a covered parking lot, it was a remote area near the outside, second parking garage. When I approached my car early, Doug me if I thought of his offer. I said, yes, I did, and I said I wouldn’t cheat on my husband. Doug walked to me, grabbed my left arm and turned me to him. I was stunned, but not really afraid. Doug kissed me very passionately then. I was really excited back then. Doug started feeling my boobs, which really made me feel good. I realized when I was gonna do what he wanted. Doug took the keys and gave them to the other guy. Doug opened my car and the three of us came in. Doug and I in the backseat and the other guy in the front. Doug started feeling my couch and kept kissing me. I could feel my pussy got really wet. Doug pulled my dress and took off my shoes. He kissed my gut and sucked my toes. Wow, that was about so excited and exotic that I’ve ever felt. Doug pulled my panties and pantyhose snake down. He threw them away and gave them to the other guy who started smelling them. Doug dropped his pants and exposed a big penis. He asked him to suck it up a bit, and I did. I blew him, which isn’t really my thing, but I was so excited that I wanted to blow him with six. After sucking him for a few minutes, Doug came in with his dick. He started fucking me hard, I mean really hard. I was so involved, I didn’t know the other guy was sucking. I was so excited that I got caught in that sexual atmosphere that forced me to do everything. I never thought about safe sex and cared. Doug’s not really in my pussy. I realized he probably would, but I was close to an orgasm. I came as if I didn’t come for years. Doug told me when he was going to clam and that I had two choices he could clam in me or pull out and inject my face. I just told Doug to get inside me. I felt Doug exploded in me. It felt like a fire hose that went off in me. I kept coming back. Then I was published. Doug rolled me off and I was there. This other guy showed me a penis in my face. This guy was older, a little fat, but pretty. He asked me if he could fuck me. I looked at Doug, a little confused, and Doug said, let him fuck you. He’s divorced and never gets anything. I said yes, but let me clean up a little. This guy said I didn’t have to and then put his dick in me. This guy started fucking me, and I came back. This guy fucked me longer than Doug and gave me multiple orgasms. I heard him say I’m going to clam. He did, he combed almost as much as Doug. Wow, I was full of cum. Then I felt really sexy. I found a towel in my car to clean up my pussy. I dressed up and got out of my car. Doug kissed me and said it was great, right? I said, yes, it was great. The older man kissed me and said good-bye.