Couple

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.

Oh man! Her mouth feels good on my dick! If she keeps this up, she’ll get a big mouth. That’s okay. She likes to swallow. She can never get enough dick and who am I to deny her? I tell her what I type and it’s really excited her, the more I type, the harder she sucks.

Before I tell you what she’s been up to, let me tell you about us. It’s my girlfriend. Kathy sucking my dick. She’s 42 years old but doesn’t look a day older than 30. She’s a natural redhead, but I couldn’t prove it because she shaves completely. She’s in good shape and has a smile to die for. My name is Frank; I’m 42, I’m training three days a week, and I don’t want to brag, but I’m pretty well hung; eight centimeters to be exact. I met Kathy through a mutual friend almost a year ago and I moved in with her about a month ago.

I had decided that a bath would help me relax and I had to shave and it always helps if my skin had a chance to soak in the warm water. After about 10 minutes in the bathtub I thought I heard something in the living room but I rejected it because I heard things. Then the shower curtain opened and there he stood in all his glory. As usual, I didn’t know he was in town. A pleasant surprise though!! I had him a while ago for this reason. A key given! !

I’m watching my wife’s bus leave town, and since I have a three-day weekend now, I think: “I’m gonna watch porn, just like old times.”

I feel my dick stirring over the prospect of being someone’s sex toy for a couple of hours. I’ll get in the car and go to 30. Fenton Missouri, I gently rub my dick and think of hot mouths I’ve fed in the past. “Think I better get something to calm down,” I say, in the liquor store for a pack of cigarettes and half a pint of whisky. “This should calm me down and concentrate. I can’t come here…” and I step into the remote parking lot behind the adult theatre and arcade complex, and drink the whiskey

“Honey, you’re not serious, are you?” Connie Gasp after he heard what he wanted her to do.

Yeah, honey, I’m serious. You said you were wondering what it would be like, I want you to find out." He said she looked her right in the eye.

She couldn’t believe it. She’d only said it a few times, fantasizing him, and now he told her he wanted to do it so she’d know and wouldn’t ask. Should she do it? Now she wasn’t so sure. What would he really feel and do if she did it while he looked? That was one of the demands that he could see her do it.

Ever since she had a day off, they went to lunch. Out of the shower, she opened the closet to see what she should wear. Jeans, turtle neck, sweater - hold on!

She smiled at her reflection in the mirror, an idea in her mind. A little bite started in her kitty and she put the clothes back in the closet. A little temptation was fine, she decided. And she should get dressed.