Couple

We’ve been seeing each other for a while. Literally, it was as innocent as that. I was passionately in love with Sandy, but unfortunately she was married. Even though she knew how I felt, we’ve had lunches free of obligation for months now. A while back we went to various parks and had nice talk. I enjoyed several foot massages and some hand massage to release tension. I even massaged her. And several times we shared a delicious, but chaste and platonic hug. We both knew there was more to our feelings than these “meetings,” and we each hungered for more in our own way. But we were at least loyal, physically loyal.

I’m sleeping. I wake up from the sound of my bedroom door. But I’m not moving, knowing who’s here. I hear her undressing and feel the covers being withdrawn. I feel her warm body next to mine. She follows her finger behind my right ear and kisses my shoulder. Her hands move through my body. When they fish in my underwear (jungle boxer shorts)

I’m rolling on my back. We share a deep kiss while I lift my ass so she can facilitate my only clothes. I kick them out, the kiss isn’t broken. After a few passionate minutes of kissing, she kisses her way through my body. When she comes to my stomach, her hands touch my thighs, starting at the knees. When she gets closer to my erotic center, which stands proud and long, with her mouth her hands work all the way up there. While using one hand to stroke my dick and balls, she licks my dick and uses her other hand to massage where my thighs meet my body. She takes me in her mouth, deeper and deeper, and gives me enough tongue action. Her hand pumps what’s not in her mouth as the other goes on is the work in my joints, moving to my balls and ass too. Harder, longer. As I go over the edge… Slow them down and lick me like a lollipop. I moan, and she continues this blessed torture until it becomes too much. I fill her mouth with my coming. A little shaking along the side of her mouth. She kisses her way back to my body and we share a soul kiss.

My wife looks like a slut. She’s always looked like this to me. She’s a little over a meter tall with big breasts. The kind that needs a bra to hold them up and avoid unnecessary wiggling. She’s no eye-catching beauty, but she has that look that boys know. That I might be a bad girl for the right man. Her big mouth and pouty lips contribute to her slutty look. She wasn’t acting like a slut when I met her and then married her.

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.

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.

My new friend asked me to go to dinner with two other couples at his friend’s house. He said they did this occasionally, and they try to change for it. I wore a nice “base black” with a v front that my friend Dave liked to look down.

The party was fun, but nothing spectacular. The only thing that was really interesting was when our host, Jim, talked about studying hypnosis while taking some psychological courses at university. He asked me to get hypnotized, and to feel a little wild, I let him. He held up a diamond pin, and he flashed the light in my eyes. He told me my eyes would follow it as he slowly moved it back and forth. His voice kept talking to me quietly and quietly, and told me I was very relaxed and calm. Soon I floated, I wasn’t worried about anything, I did what he said. He put me on the usual stage hypnosis tricks, quacks like a duck, unable to bend my arm. He even hardened my body and put my head on one chair and my feet on the other, had one of the other girls standing on my belly. Very strange.

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.

John, that was beautiful. How’s your day going? Still a bad day?" I giggle.

“I’m having a beautiful day,” you mumble gently, a soft breathing colors your voice.

“Wait till you see what night you’re going to have!” I’m giggling.

“UH oh,” you smile in response.

“Oh dear!” I’m sighing. “I forgot. I brought work I have to read by tomorrow. Why don’t I clean this up from dinner, and I’ll start with the work. You can relax, read the paper, take a shower or something. Sorry, honey, it’s just a few hours of reading. I’ll make it up to you later if you’re patient.” You sigh too, but smile when you see the naughty brilliance in my eyes. “The nite is not over,” you think to yourself.

Linda and I were looking forward to the party. We’d been there before, so we had a pretty good idea what to expect. They had a dance every other week, and many of the couples got a room at the motel for some playtime after the dance. The last time we left, we were invited to a room, but this time we had our room.

We got there early and registered for the room. Then we went to see the room. The motel is one of those two stories that seem to be everywhere. Linda turned into her short red mini dress. She wore it without a bra or panties and when she bent over her breasts almost fell out. She can perform a show in two directions at once.

“This man and his wife love key parties” Emily said it. “The boys throw their keys in a pile and the women pull a set and go home with the man who belongs to the keys.”

“What? That’s not how they do it, is it? I asked her. I was intrigued, stimulated, really. I read and dreamed about this, but I never believed they were true. I thought people were just telling stories, wishful thinking, I’d say. My wife, barely 28, let me meet one of those “key” people. Apparently, when I talked to Emily about these things, I made an impression, and since Emily has a nice pussy, I think she was herself excited by the thoughts, especially knowing I’d give her permission to fuck other men.