Saturday, 19 April 2014

Mother's Secret


It happened in January, basketball season. It was that reason I knew my mother would be in the locker room and why I went to find her. Of course, I'm getting head of myself. My name is Liz and I'm an eighteen year old senior in high school. I'm not some star student or athlete, but I'm in the top ten percentile and I have won some awards due to my field hockey and track years.
Track actually is one of the reasons for this story. For one thing, I got my body from track; all that running gave me a killer ass that was firm but bounced with every step and a flat stomach that was contrasted by my large 34DD tits. Those tits I had inherited from my mother, who told me she had 36DD for most of her life, only recently getting to be 38DD. The tits also got me attention from the star sprinter, Devon. He stood at 6'1", with dark skin and a killer stride. Watching him race just made me stare and he noticed. We went out for a while, stuff happened, it's not important...

What is important is that I went into my mother's office after the basketball game to see when we could leave. She was the school nurse and the athletic trainer, meaning she took care of the athletes when they were hurt. When I found her office empty I knew she would be in the locker room, probably tending to some poor, lucky boy who's ankle was twisted. You see my mother is without a doubt the most attractive woman in the school. Besides her tits, her ass was fabulous and while she wasn't creepily skinny in the waist there was almost no trace of baby fat from when she was pregnant with me.

As I walked the few steps from her office to the boy's locker room my pussy tingled as I realized I was thinking about my mother's body once again. I shook the feeling off as I opened the door and walked inside. I didn't call out to her or make any noise at all when I heard her talking from around the corner.

Friday, 18 April 2014

Wife's Fun on the Side


My wife Teresa and I have been married for 21 years. We're in a good place in life -- good jobs, two wonderful children, and a reasonably active sex life. At 44 years old, we're both in good shape; Teresa has nearly-black medium-length hair, brown eyes, and the most sensuous lips a woman can have; a little exercise has kept her slim body in good tone, and her medium-sized boobs are still firm.
We have in-laws that live fairly close by -- my wife's sister and brother-in-law (Annie and Mike) live about two hours away, and our children are very fond of them. As a result, we visit quite often. This is about one of those visits.

We'd been at Annie and Mike's for about a day and a half. We'd eaten out the night before and gone shopping for the kids that morning. Back at the house, the kids had headed for a playground down the street, and the adults were relaxing in front of the TV with some unmemorable movie on DVD. It was mid-February, and the house had a bit of a chill. My wife and Mike were on the couch with a blanket across the two of them, sharing it with my in-laws' three lap dogs. I was on a big, cushy leather chair in a sweatshirt, while Annie was in the chair next to me, a small blanket across her legs. Annie almost always wears tight shirts without a bra while at home, showing off a set of spectacular boobs of which she is rightly proud -- that they're largely the work of her plastic surgeon really doesn't matter. Both Mike and Annie are in excellent shape, and I've had many fantasies about what Annie and I might do together. As often happens, I spent as much time glancing at her boobs as I spent watching TV -- the chill was doing a wonderful job of keeping her nipples perky. The sun was shining through a huge den window, and we were all pretty relaxed.

Thursday, 17 April 2014

Sex Club: Best Fuck Of My Life

When she stood in the doorway of our swingers club upstairs playroom, she literally took my breath away. I had never seen anyone as beautiful as her in real life. Here was a vision of photo-shopped perfection right out of a fashion magazine in our humble Chicago den of pleasure. She was wearing a knee-length light pink chiffon designer dress with matching dainty high-heels. Her clothes could easily have graced a movie star on a red carpet. Our playroom is somewhat dark and the light behind her on the other side of the doorway shone through the thin fabric of her skirt, showing off her perfect feminine figure and slim legs. I have heard of people dying and seeing a figure in a light that calls them, her perfect figure called me. She had Nordic blonde hair just long enough to touch her bare shoulders. The cleavage of her dress was dramatically cut low almost to her navel with two strips of satin fabric tied at the top behind her long slim neck. This showed off a tantalizing amount of her perfect, braless breasts. I could imagine dipping my hand in that deep V of bare skin and slipping my hand under the soft fabric and cupping a small, firm breast. Sexy but classy. She could have been any age from early twenties to thirties; simply young, fresh perfection. I am sure every man in the room was captivated by the sight and every woman envious.
Standing beside her was a man, no to be more accurate, a gentleman, dressed in an expensive grey tweed suit jacket and tan slacks. He was tall, athletic and handsome in a refined way like the type of rich thoroughbred horse owner that you see in the winners circle after a big stakes race. A sportsman, possibly in his late forties with just a touch of grey in his otherwise black hair. He was looking about the room like a wolf looking for prey and ignoring the beauty on his arm. As he gazed brazenly around the room, the girl held on to his arm with both hands and gently stroked his suit-covered bicep. She then leaned her head into his upper arm and closed her eyes and waited. This struck me as incredibly erotic. I could not take my eyes off of her.

Wednesday, 16 April 2014

Wife's Brother Takes Advantage

Everything was going pretty swell. I'd recently got promoted at work and was now heading up a new investments department. As a consequence, we'd been able to move to a much larger house in a better area and were now starting to really enjoy the good things in life. That included a lovely new 4x4 car for my beautiful wife.
Louise, my wife, was over-the-moon with her brand new Range Rover and although the monthly payments were ridiculously high, she looked every-bit the part of the yummy-mummy in it. At 38 she looked stunning. She certainly worked at it though. Every morning, without fail, she'd work out in the gym to ensure her 38 year old body still resembled at 28 year olds. She was quite petite, very slim but with perfect size breasts. Pert and very firm breast too, all thanks to those gym work outs. The gym was another monthly expense though but hey, we could afford it. The new home meant moving to a new gym. Somehow, the new gym cost three times the cost of her old one but I never understood why.

Our only daughter, Sarah, was now 19 and at University, yet another huge cost each month. Hopefully, that was money well spent though. Louise's monthly credit card bills were also increasing vastly as she started to do more 'lunches' with our new rich neighbours. Although my new salary was excellent, it was already starting to feel the strain.

Then everything wasn't so swell. The company I'd spent the last 20 years with, working my way up each year, suddenly goes into receivership. Within a few weeks I'm out of work and without a wage. I wasn't too worried to start with, I had an agency looking out for me and I suspected I'd have a new job any time soon. A few savings but not much. But the new job didn't come. Apparently, at 48, I was 'a little too old' to secure a new position elsewhere.

Tuesday, 15 April 2014

Novel Part of Me


It is Sarah who is back again.
Since last time I wrote about me and my lovely man Thomas, it has been a tremendous happy time. After our marriage we have had some very lucky years. Staying at home has been valuable to me. The possibility to return to the university for improving my knowledge in foreign languages has made me feel more confident. Thomas is very supporting to make me feel great in my role as a house wife as well. I think he had made up his mind to try to make me forget the time as an assistant at the construction company. Not at the least my hot feelings for Oscar also.

We have made new friends here in the residential district. In particular we have been together with a neighbor couple. Ruth and Arne lived in the house next to ours. Once a month at least we enjoyed the social life together by eating and talking.

Rather soon I found that Ruth and I had the same interests. We often discussed literature. She also attempted to learn foreign languages. For the moment her favorite was Spanish.

Thomas and Arne acted more as brothers with different interests. Thomas was more of the tranquil and meditative type. Arne was often the one who came out with cracks and got us to laugh. He was easy to get on with.

Monday, 14 April 2014

A Weekend at Dean and Michaela's Ch. 01


I've known Dean & Michaela for years. Michaela is a petite strawberry blonde whose knickers I've wanted to get into probably from when first we met, but have never tried to for a variety of reasons. Even though they're very broadminded and if I asked they'd either say yes or say no and not be offended. Once when she stayed at mine I did wrap a worn candy-striped cotton thong around my cock and wanked while she was out. And over the years, Michaela has teased me knowingly and unknowingly a number of times. I've seen her in a school uniform when she and Dean were on their way to a fancy dress party AND she flashed her knickers at me - twice; she's put my hands on her (covered) tits and once when she and Dean stayed at mine she went to the kitchen to make a morning cup of tea wearing just the t shirt she slept in, she reached up to a high shelf and her t shirt rode up exposing the bottom of her bum cheeks and some pubic hair through the gap between her legs.
Of my many 'kinks', one is pregnant women and another is women who are lactating. Well, having had a baby about a year ago, Michaela is currently breastfeeding. On the way to stay with them a few months ago I couldn't help but recall a conversation we'd all had a number of years before. For some reason we started talking about human milk and all of us kind of wondered what it would taste like. Well, I decided to remind them of the conversation.

On the Saturday afternoon, Dean's mother came round and insisted on babysitting until the next day so we could go out. Time was getting on, so getting ready was a bit of a rush job. I showered and shaved first and then while Dean used the bathroom I went downstairs to ask Michaela if I could use their iron. I'm fairly light on my feet and they have the quietest staircase I've ever known. The living room door was ajar and for some reason I looked through the gap between door and frame before I entered the room, to see Michaela sat watching television with a double electric breast pump milking her as she held her top up. I stood there mesmerised for what seemed like hours as the machine pulled on the nipple closest me, my cock hardening. The bottles on the pump were nearly full, so I crept back upstairs and lay on my bed gently wanking for five minutes being sure not to get sweaty and determined not to cum. By the time I noisily walked through the door, I was hiding my erection with my shirt and Michaela was pulling her top down.

Sunday, 13 April 2014

Cocksucking Competition Ch. 03

"I'm really glad you're here," Aaron said as he surveyed the scene at the hotel bar.
"You kidding me?" Anthony said. "I wouldn't miss this for the world."

Aaron was grateful that there had been no awkwardness between them since that night in his kitchen. In fact, to his relief, Anthony hadn't mentioned it again. It were almost as if it had never happened.

"How's she doing?" Anthony asked.

"Nervous," Aaron replied, "but I think she's okay. She's up in our room, sleeping. She has a big day ahead of her tomorrow. She's meeting with wardrobe in the morning, and then the media team in the afternoon. And tomorrow night are the preliminaries."

"That's wicked important," Anthony said. "You get a bad seed in this tournament, and it's a tough fight to the top."

Aaron merely nodded his head, and took another sip of beer.

"How are you doing?" Anthony asked.

"I'm nervous for her," Aaron replied. "She's worked so hard for this, and I'm so proud of her. I know she'll do well."

"I gotta give you props, man. I don't know how you do it. What's it like to watch your wife suck all those cocks?"

Saturday, 12 April 2014

Cocksucking Competition Ch. 02

Anthony stood, hesitantly, and fidgeted with his hands. Rochelle rose from her chair and dropped to her knees in front of him. She looked at her husband, as if giving him one last chance to back down. He simply nodded and smiled. Then she looked up at Anthony.
"You have to take it out for me," she said.

Anthony looked at Aaron, who instinctively looked away. Although they had seen each other naked before, this was different than the locker room way back in the day. He reached down, unzipped his pants, reached inside, and pulled out his dick. It was already becoming engorged.

Rochelle simply stared it at for a moment. It had been more than twenty years since she had seen another man's naked penis. She wrapped her hand around it, and it continued to grow. Her eyes shifted to her wedding ring, and she looked again at her husband. He gave her a reassuring nod.

At last, she moved closer to the now nearly-erect cock in her hand, and placed her mouth over it. It felt different than her husband's, and she suddenly felt her panties moisten. Normally, she would take her time and enjoy the experience, but she knew she was auditioning for a race, so she swallowed his cock entirely to the base and used her powerful tongue to milk it to full hardness.

"Holy fuck!" Anthony groaned.

Friday, 11 April 2014

Cocksucking Competition Ch. 01

Rochelle's soft and plump lips inched slowly down her husband's shaft until his cock head grazed the back of her throat, and her nose pushed firmly into his pubic hair. She held him there, and pressed her tongue firmly against the roof of her mouth. His bulging cock reflexively throbbed and expanded in her throat.
"Are you going to join me?" Aaron asked between stilted breaths. This was his polite way of letting her know that if she wanted his hard cock inside her, then she had better stop doing what she was doing as quickly as possible.

She hesitated for a moment before slowly removing him from her mouth with an audible slurping sound.

"No, I'm having fun," she answered in a playful manner. It was the end of a particularly brutal week at work for her husband, and she enjoyed rewarding him for all his hard work with a slow and sensual blowjob. At times, it seemed as though she enjoyed blowing him more than she enjoyed actual intercourse. He could swear there were times in the past when she actually experienced an orgasm from giving head.

From the very first time her lips traveled below his belt, he realized that she was unusually gifted in that particular area of sexuality. Granted, he had only been with three other women before her, so he didn't have much of a basis for comparison, but it was difficult for him to imagine that any woman could possibly be more talented than Rochelle when it came to giving head.

Thursday, 10 April 2014

Wife Website Ch. 03

It had been two weeks since my boss Steve had come over for a "photo" session with my wife Erin. I say photo session in quotes because what started as just pictures of Erin ended with me fucking my wife from behind while she sucked Steve's cock. Even though we had both enjoyed it, Erin and I hadn't talked about what happened that night. A couple days of mild awkwardness slowly gave way to a return to life as normal. I wish I could say the same about my two weeks with Steve. Every day he had come up with an excuse to drop by my office. Each visit would start with about two minutes of business after which Steve would shut the door and start replaying that night.
Just the sight of Steve was starting to annoy me, but at the same time I couldn't deny that I got off on rehashing our threesome as well. Most nights I would flip through the pictures or watch the video of my wife with a cock in each end. After just a couple minutes, I would be hard as a rock and go searching the house for Erin. I don't know if she was as turned on by the memory as I was, but I do know that our love making every night since had an extra level of passion and energy.

After one particularly rough Tuesday, which saw Steve make not one stop into my office but three, I retreated to my basement, poured myself a beer from the tap, and pulled out my laptop. I opened the web browser and typed the letter 'k' in the address bar and the name of my favorite wife posting website automatically filled in. I hit enter and turned on the TV to sports highlights as the website loaded. I went to the pictures section and filtered the results by "Group." I began flipping through the pictures of wives in scenes straight out of Caligula's palace. I imagined my wife in the place of these other women: with two other women, with two men, swapping husbands. I wasn't sure if I wanted my wife to be the center of something like a gangbang, but for some reason the thought of it made my cock rock hard.

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