Voyeur

My wife, Andrea, is still a knockout at 35. Dark, burning red hair, green eyes, great skin and a fantastic body (36C-24-35). She’s as close to a nudist as I’ve ever met. After we were married, I realized how much she liked to wear nothing or as little around the house as possible. And I loved it.

One day I came home from work and arrived at the front door at the same time as the newspaper boy. He’s a nice, handsome guy about 18 and we said hello and he gave me the paper. At the same time I opened the door, and there was Andrea, staring naked! The paperboy got a huge grin on his face when his eyes took in my wife’s big body. Andrea slammed the door and the newspaper boy left with a big smile on his face.

Elaine and Bob have been my friends for years. I flirted with Elaine and her back but nothing ever happened in real life and Bob never got jealous, he thought it was part of our good friendship.

One night they got bored and invited me to dinner and drinks. I went straight off work and was warmly welcomed by Elaine who gave us both a drink and we sat and talked. She was wearing a short skirt with a dumbbell top and curled up in a chair across from me. “Fuck! She’s a sexy bitch,” I thought myself feeling my dick stirring between my legs.

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.

“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.

Our car was in the garage for repair and they didn’t have a spare loaner, so my wife, Angel, (who is a beautiful, little 26 years old) and I had to take the shuttle train into town. We were grumbling that the train was full and had to stand. We didn’t know how good we were, at the next station dozens of people arrived and we were full of sardines.

Although I wasn’t looking forward to having friends tonight… I had to admit the food went well. My ribs were mildly painful from laughing at Steve tell us about how he tried to get into his football uniform and wide open the cross. You suggest that we feel more comfortable in the living room, so we all filled our wine glasses and moved to the living room. Dimly lit and soft music play the furniture filled quickly so I sat on your lap. Brian (who is never without a story) starts to tell us about the problems he had in chemistry at university and requires tutoring. He told us that all he learned from his teacher was the right way to fuck and we all laughed. This naturally leads to the exchange of our erotic school stories.

It was an accidental meeting with the neighbor. It didn’t happen on purpose, I didn’t want it to happen, it just did. About two months ago, me and my wife Dorothy were invited to celebrate their 19th birthday with our neighbors. My name is Jack and I’m 29. My wife is a cute redhead and her name is Dorothy. She’s a year younger than me, and right now we don’t have any kids. We talked about it, but we kept postponing it because of both our jobs. We have great jobs and right now we weren’t ready to give them up so we could start a family. We didn’t want kids until we could actually spend the time we needed with them.

“Oh my God, what are you doing?” cut my sister. Lita breathed when she entered the bedroom.

I was on top of the older woman with my hard dick pounding in and out of her tight hot wet cunt. She had her legs around my waist and fucked me back as hard as I fucked my dick deep inside her. The woman wasn’t fucked for a while and she was hot and horny and longing for a dick in her mouth and cunt. She didn’t care if she got pregnant or not. She just wanted to bury a dick in her and want to spray hot fertile sperm into her hot cunt and uterus.

Angie didn’t like it. There standing in front of her boyfriend Rick and his friend Luke, exposed her breasts, and her voluptuous 36 inch D cup breasts pulled away from their bra and sagging on her chest every so slightly she was not particularly happy. At least she wore pantyhose, naked in color to prevent her from being completely naked, yet her 38-inch hips were clearly defined as the tiny piece of pubic hair on her pussy. From the waist up though her narrow milky white 32 inch waist was exhibited as her big red nipples. Still, it wasn’t too bad that she only had to serve Rick and Luke a few drinks in this half-naked as part of a bet. At the age of 25 and in the bloom of her life, and proud of a body that just drank sex Appeal Angie took it in her step.

For a long time, I’ve had fantasies to be tampered with by my wife. The whole idea of her sexual pleasure from someone else’s dick drove me crazy. I played with the idea to convince her to take new loved ones so she’d experience the joy that she had a bigger and better dick in her. But I believed that this would be a pointless attempt because she wasn’t the type of woman who would accept this. She needed the gentle loving relationship we’d developed over the past few years and probably wouldn’t be able to relax and feel comfortable enough to enjoy the experience. I was also afraid that if she was playing with someone else that he or they would interfere with our daily lives. I didn’t want this. But at the same time the fantasy that she shares her body with others raging in me. I wanted her to have sexual encounters and pleasures that I couldn’t offer and replaced as her sexual partner.