Friday, 4 May 2018

Foursome with Sister-in-law

Before I get started, all names have been changed in this story to protect identities and I'm not willing to give away any more information here. But, feel free to contact me if you would like to know any more - although, I may, or may not, give more info.

This is a true story, I am not a professional writer so please don't expect a story which is perfectly written. This happened a while ago and I need to get this off my chest and this is the only way I know how.

My wife and I have been married about 3 years now. I'm Matt, 32, 5" 11' with black hair, Caucasian, 190 lbs and a clean cut kind of guy in a professional job. My wife Natalie, who many people consider beautiful (as do I), is 31, middle eastern decent although is third generation, 140 lbs, 5" 5', pitch black hair down to just past her shoulders, olive skin, little A-cup boobs. We often go jogging and to the gym, so we both have athletic builds and are in shape.

Prior to Natalie and I marrying, we had been dating about 3 years, and of course, I've known Natalie's sister, Gabrielle, for the same amount of time. When I first met Gabrielle, while she was a little chubby, but was certainly not over-weight. She is much taller than Natalie, about 5" 10' I'd say, and with the same black hair (being middle eastern) although a little longer, down to her stomach, olive complexion, although larger boobs (maybe a C-cup), and is now 28. She is also very pretty. She has big brown eyes that everybody comments on about how beautiful they are. I'd have to agree, they are very alluring.

My Wife and the Japanese Sex Club

I got married in my early twenties and that is when I started to have this fascination with watching guys ogle over my wife. I knew my wife was very attractive, sexy and pretty but I didn't realize how much I enjoyed watching other guys lust over her until I started noticing how much attention she got everywhere we went. I really started to look forward to seeing guys stare at her and break their necks.

She is a tall Filipina with very long straight jet black hair, a beautiful face, high cheek bones, big brown eyes, a slender perfectly light golden brown body, and a perfect butt. She has the most beautiful long slender golden brown legs that really attract attention when she wears a short dress or a short skirt with heels. I would often ask her to wear sexy clothes. If the weather was warm, she would wear sexy clothes as long as she looked fashionable and not slutty.

About two years after we were married she decided to start working out in the gym to really tone her body and build muscles. She lost what little body fat she had completely and became lean at about 110 lbs and she put on some muscle too. At this time she was in her mid-20's. She is not an exhibitionist or anything like that but she does love attention and compliments from guys. I always wanted her to show more in public. 

We would sometimes go out clubbing and she would wear a short dress and I would often beg her to lose her underwear and go commando. One time when we were in the club dancing in Florida she did remove her underwear and her summer dress was somewhat see-through. As we were dancing I was behind her with my arm around her stomach and she did not realize that I was slowly crumbling up the front of her dress into my fist raising the front of her dress exposing her bare pussy to the rest of the dance floor for about 30 seconds. She caught me doing it and was quite upset at me. After that she always wore her underwear.

Learning to Let Go Pt. 04

As we drove from the Adult Theater, Jenny slid close to me and snuggled up against my side. I kissed her hard, with my arm around her.

"I love you, Jenny," I told her.

"You're just saying the because you're horny." She laughed and rubbed my thigh.

"Well," I started to say, "I am horny as hell, but I love you even when I'm not horny."

I told her that I realized that Phil and Teresa seemed alright. I guess his reaction to the black guy groping her had won me over. I had put thoughts of the black guy out of my head, but this conversation brought it back.

"I can't believe that guy just started feeling you up like that. You didn't seem to mind his hand." I chuckled as I said it, then asked, "Did you realize he was feeling your ass?"

Learning to Let Go Pt. 03

We went back down the hallway. Phil and Teresa were not there. Jenny seemed disappointed when I told her we should probably head to the other club. We had only planned to stop in and see what the adult theater was about and we had already gotten pretty carried away. I wasn't sure I was comfortable with the place. She gave me her pouty lips, then asked, "How about if we just go back in for one more scene, when it ends, we leave?"

We actually had plenty of time before Tamara's gig was supposed to start. I just was hoping to leave without having to see Phil and Teresa again, so we could avoid them going to the club. I realized it was something that she wanted to do, so I gave in. 

"Just one scene?" I asked her, raising one eyebrow and smirking at her.

She perked up and immediately looked happier. She nodded vigorously and replied with a definite, "Yes!"

"Ok, then come on," I said as I took her hand and opened the door. We went in and let our eyes adjust for a few seconds. I could see Phil and Teresa were sitting in the same two seats. They looked at us, and I thought I saw Phil gesture in our direction, but I ignored it, acting like I couldn't see yet.

Jenny waved at them and said, "Oh, there they are!" Before I could stop her, she started walking towards them. I caught her just as she reached their row and started to turn in to sit next to Phil. I pulled her hand, stopped her momentum and pulled her around. "Let's not sit that close," I said, as I looked around. She gave me a quizzical look, then glanced back at Phil and Teresa. 

"Why not?" she asked.

Learning to Let Go Pt. 02

It was about 9:45 by the time we arrived and parked. The place was called an adult theater, but it didn't look like a theater, at all. I don't know why, but I had a mental image of an old-school movie house. It was just an isolated building in a run-down, semi-industrial area. The building was old and had probably once been a warehouse. 

It had a large, brightly lit sign that proclaimed ADULT THEATER out front. The parking lot looked like it had been paved in the 60's and not repaired since, with large potholes and gaps. In fact, it ended completely at the side of the building, with a sign that read "additional parking in rear". Beyond that point, it was just gravel.

We found an open spot near the entrance, which was at the side of the building near the font. A glass foyer had been added on many years ago. The glass was darkly tinted and plastered with product posters and advertisements, along with a warning that firearms were prohibited. Well, that was reassuring. 

We walked in and found the foyer was dimly lit. It contained a couple of vending machines. One sold sodas and the other snacks. An open, exposed staircase was just inside the entrance, to the right. It climbed up, and turned to the left, ending at a landing we couldn't quite see from there. Passed the stairs and more to the right of the foyer, there was a metal door with a hand-written paper sign taped on it at eye-level. We couldn't read it from here.

Over to the left, the foyer opened into a brightly lit room that was an adult novelty and porn DVD store. There was a lot of clutter, signs, posters, and warnings, but it was all a bit overwhelming. I also noticed a couple of men milling about in the foyer, drinking sodas. 

Learning to Let Go Pt. 01

It was a Friday night, and my wife Jenny and I were out enjoying our monthly kids-free weekend. We got the idea for it after watching one of those relationship advice programs on television. It talked about how it was important for couples to take time for themselves, to keep the romance alive. So, one weekend each month, we would drop the kids at her parent's place on Friday evening and pick them back up Sunday afternoon. That gave us two nights to go out and have fun and plenty of time for romance and sexual adventures.

We had a reasonably conservative sex life, typical of a suburban married couple. The time without out children was helping us get back to our pre-kids level of sexual activity. In fact, the past few months, we had become more daring with our sexual play and had teased about things like exhibitionism, swinging and swapping. Mostly, it was just sexy talk, but Jenny seemed to get excited about the idea of showing off her body and having other men admire it. Her increased arousal always turned me on, so we both were enjoying the fantasy. However, neither of us was ready to try to follow through on our dirty pillow talk.

Recently, Jenny had started dressing more provocatively. Her skirts had gotten shorter, and her tops tighter and more revealing. Whenever we were out, she would attract a lot of male attention. I loved how horny it would make her when other men would stare at her, and she loved how horny that would make me. We would often watch people watching her and whisper naughty things about them to ourselves. Then, later that night in bed we would bring it all back up again to add heat to our lovemaking.

We had dressed up to go out to dinner and a local nightclub popular with the suburban soccer mom crowd. We always liked to sit in the upscale restaurant's bar area instead of the dining room. The bar was usually a bit darker than the central dining area, and the music from the live piano player was louder. Plus, it gave ample opportunity for people watching. We had seen a couple of B-list celebrities and a professional athlete there before. 

Streak of Grey

How my wife was lead to a garden path of seduction by her friend with my implicit consent.

Ali had a tough day. He was quite tired and looked forward to getting a refreshing chilled beer after handing over the bus at the depot and reaching home. Ali was a Muslim. However, like many Muslims, he indulged in the lure of the liquor, occasionally, when none of his fellows were around.

She was the last person in the bus to get down. He had noticed her when she had entered the bus quite some time ago. She was worth noticing. After that some more passengers boarded and Ali got busy driving through busy streets of Sydney.

He looked at her in the mirror. She sat relaxed waiting for the destination. She did notice the driver checking her out several times. She was too busy in her own thoughts to pay too much attention to that. She was quite accustomed to male stares. Arpi was thirty-three and if she was still able to keep her body in shape, it was thanks to her long walks and diet control.

She stared back at the driver. He too looked Indian. Ali, the driver, smiled and waved at her vaguely. When he stopped at a traffic signal, Ali looked back and said, “Hello! I am Ali. I am from Pakistan. You from India?” That was obvious with her wheatish look and a red dot gleaming on her forehead.

“Hi! Yes, I am Arpita. You could call me Arpi. I have just joined an office near the Sydney Town Hall and this was my first day at the office.” Arpi replied. The signal turned green and Ali focused on the road and traffic, as the bus rolled on.

Laurie's Milk Ch. 05

Steve sweat and panted. 

"Jesus Christ" he exclaimed. 

Laurie cocked her head to the side. "What's wrong honey?" 

Steve sighed. 

He dropped the spanner and stood back from the pool filter. 

"The bolts were tighter on the drumhead than I thought they would be," Steve answered. He peered inside the barrel he had just uncovered, and made a face. "Yeah, it's what I thought. The sand needs to be replaced." 

"Oh. Should I get out then?" Laurie asked. She kicked against the tiled side of the pool, pushing herself backwards and waded into deeper water. 

Steve rubbed the back of his neck, still looking into the filter. 

"No, no, you can stay in. I just need to dump the old stuff, then take the truck and go get new sand," he replied. 

Laurie's clouded over. "Do you have to do it today? You're only just back from the city and I want some time with you before you go off again." 

Steve smiled at his wife. "I know honey. But I've just spent the better part of an hour taking this thing apart. I may as well finish the job. Then you can have me all to yourself." 

Laurie smiled. Her husband Steve was working with his agent and a moderately successful publishing house to get his manuscript into print. Contracts had been signed and they had received his advance months ago. But between now and his work actually getting onto bookshelves, there were enough meetings and interviews that Steve had had to take a leave of absence from his Data Analyst position to be at the publishers, or his agent's offices, for nearly as many hours as his full time job required. 

Saturday, 10 February 2018

Right or Wrong

“Raj, why don’t you get down and unlock the gate? Stop looking around and find the keys for God’s sake, there will be enough time for watching the nature,” cooed my sweet little wife Sumi, sitting in a corner of the cab squeezed between my two kids and a lap full of baggage; watching me dazed, admiring the scenic beauty of the surrounding. Even when she was irritated and frustrated at my behavior, her voice betrayed sweetness that was an integral part of her beauty and sweet empathetic personality.

In our married life of eight years, I did not remember having heard her voice exceeding a particular decibel. That was unlike many married couples that I had seen. I believed that I was a good husband that took good care of my sweet good looking, curvaceous wife and our two adorable kids. She had put on tiny bits of body mass as compared to the day we got married. However, I thought the increment enhanced her sex appeal rather than otherwise. The increase of mass was just where a man looked (or liked) in a woman.

I was indeed overawed by the scenic beauty of the environment surrounding our house and the view of the majestic yet simple structure of the house. It was one of the prettiest houses we had ever lived in, and we had lived in enough houses in twelve years of my career, which entailed frequent transfers all over India to cities and small towns.

I hurriedly retracted my thoughts to the job in hand, which was to find the keys to the main gate and remembered that the landlord had told me that the keys would be with our neighbor, Mr. Dogra. He had told me that I was lucky to get his house on rent and luckier to have a wonderful neighbor in Mr Dogra. I vaguely remembered that my landlord had mentioned that Mr. Dogra was ex-army. He had mentioned his army rank too. However, at the point, I could not remember what he had mentioned.

Swapping Wives and Fucking Teens at the Beach Cottage

Carolina Beach, North Carolina is a small town and a beautiful place for our retirement. We’re only twelve miles south of Wilmington if we want to take advantage of the amenities and health services of a larger city. My name is Dan, and my wife Jenny and I were recently able to retire after working our whole lives in Wilmington and raising our daughter Ashley there.
We bought our modest, one-bedroom, beachfront cottage on Carolina Beach when I had just turned thirty, at a time before the prices had escalated so much. Over the years we added two more bedrooms, another bathroom, and a large, ocean-view veranda across the front of the cottage, with a hot tub and partially enclosed outdoor shower. Sitting out in the hot tub now, at the age of sixty-two, I have wonderful memories of the times we spent at the cottage when we were using it just as a vacation home. We still enjoy our friends here occasionally. This story will give you a good understanding of just how special my memories are.
Jenny and I both grew up in Wilmington and graduated from high school in the early 1970s. I didn’t meet her until college, though, since I am two years older than her, and we went to different high schools. I met Jenny right after I completed my master’s program in pharmacology, and she was graduating college with her bachelor’s degree in nursing. I worked as a pharmacist for many years, until 1987, when I got a research job with a growing pharmaceutical company, and Jenny was a registered nurse.
Jenny and I dated for a year and were married in 1977. We lived in an apartment in Wilmington until our daughter, Ashley, was born two years later. By then, we had saved up enough with our two incomes to buy our first home in Wilmington. From the time we started dating, we socialized a lot with another couple who were about our ages, and it was a kind of unusual situation.
Kevin, the husband, is one year younger than me, and he had dated Jenny when he was a senior in high school, and she was a junior. Kevin’s wife, Kate, is Jenny’s age and they were best friends in high school, which is how we all got together. Kate knew Kevin from when Jenny was dating him, and after Jenny went away to college, they got together. I found out later, just how well they knew one another.

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