Cosmetic Surgery Consultation

I few days ago I saw an ad for a local cosmetic surgery clinic that is looking for new patients and offers free consultations. I looked at one of the doctors on the internet and there were no complaints and he seemed like a nice guy. There was a little profile on him with his picture as well as pictures of his clinic office. The office looked nice and he seems nice too. Not handsome, but just a normal, nice looking guy about my age.

So I made an appointment to see him for a consultation. The appointment was this afternoon. I wore a sundress since it was so nice out and I look so sexy in them too. It was an interesting appointment and I'll tell you all about it.

The nurse had me fill out some paperwork, but not that much since it was just for a consultation. Then she walked me into his office. It was a very nice office with his desk on one side and a little exam table on the other side. It was on the tenth floor and looked across the street at some other office buildings. I couldn't see in their windows as they looked like big mirrors. I wondered if they could see in his windows? 

Well, he took the file from the nurse and she left. He looked it over for a minute, then looked up and said, "Hello Catherine, I'm Doctor Webber. It's a pleasure to meet you. How may I help you today?"

"Well I need to tell you right up front that I may chicken out and not do anything or I may do something – I just don't know for sure. So I don't want to waste your time if you need a commitment from me."

Lactating Secretary

"What the hell was that," Jake Armstrong said to himself, as he walked passed the closed office door on his way to the copy machine room. The long corridor was empty, as most of the staff was out to lunch, and Jake wondered who could possibly be using the vacant office at this hour. Well whoever it was, they sure as hell were making quite a racket in there. Jake put his ear to the door, listened for a few moments, and then slowly turned the handle and pushed into the supposedly empty office. 

What he saw totally floored him, and for several seconds he stood there slack jawed, and quite unable to speak. "I I I'm sorry," a red faced Jake stammered, "I heard the glass breaking and just wanted to make sure everything was okay." The reason for his discomfort was seated in an office chair next to some sort of contraption with hoses and wires connected to her chest; it was the new secretary. He'd hear she was nineteen and just out of business school.

Nikki Shaw sat with her breasts exposed. A white blouse and large bra were on the floor at her feet. "That's all right Mr. Armstrong, I have a baby at home, and every four hours or so I have to milk my breasts and save it for later. Mrs. Cooper said I could use this room," she replied. "But for some reason, I'm having all sorts of trouble with this stupid machine. I just knocked a jar of milk on the floor. The hose seems to be leaking, and well, nothing seems to be working out today." 

The Party

"A few of my friends from work are throwing a party. I want to go." 

I looked up at my wife. "Okay. Am I invited?"

"Yes," this caused me to raise my eyebrows. Usually spouses weren't invited to her work parties. In response to my look Trisha continued, "this isn't a work party. It's just a few friends from work getting together. Mona and Bill are hosting."

I'd met Mona before, not her husband Bill though. Mona was a vivacious, buxom, free spirited woman who enjoyed every moment of her life. Some of the stories Trisha, my wife, had told of her were steamy to say the least. The first time I'd met Mona she gave me a long tight hug and a full blown French kiss that had set my libido on fire. My wife had not been upset about the kiss. It was just Mona being Mona.

"Who all will be there?" I asked while trying not to sound too interested.

"I'm not sure. Probably Adam Loya and his wife Anna. I think Debbie and whichever boytoy she brings. Oh, Stacy will be there. I don't know if Larry will come or not. He is a lot like you." 

By that my wife meant anti-social, which wasn't really true. I'm not anti-social, I'm anti-stupid. It just so happens that most "social" people are terribly stupid and dull. There is nothing I dislike more than being caught by some droning political fanatic who doesn't know when to shut the fuck up. 

The Resort

We assembled in the lobby, all seven of us naked, and it was the first time I really got a good look at the other women. More than anything, I was shocked at how young Melissa was. She couldn't have been more than twenty. She was gorgeous — almost six feet tall, skinny, flawless alabaster skin, with blonde curls almost to her bellybutton. I'm sure she had had loads of sexual experience — she probably had to fight the boys off. But I couldn't imagine what would lead a girl so young to a place like this.

Peggy was clearly an old pro. She had jet-black hair in a pixie cut, rings in both nipples, and a tattoo that read, "slut for black cocks" across the top of her ample right breast. I had heard most women got their tattoos in places that were easy to hide — the ass, the inner thigh, right above the pussy. But if she wore anything at all low-cut, her proclivities would be announced to the world. I asked if she had gotten it at the Resort, and she told me this was her seventh time here, but she'd only been successfully bred twice. She was hoping for number three this week. She asked me if I had been bred yet.

I was still nervous about talking about this stuff, but I figured if I was ever going to start, now was the time. "Not... I mean... I have two kids... but they're my husband's. This will be my first... my first black baby."

She smiled and squeezed my arm. "I bet it won't be your last. There's no feeling more powerful than being bred by black men. Especially the way we do it here."

I And My Friend Changed Each Other Wife

Me and Giri we both are good friends from childhood. Each and every thing we will share each other including personal family matters also. At the 26 years of age we both got marriage. We both are doing jobs in private companies. Every week ends we will meet at bar and will discuss about our all matters. Sometimes we will talk about our sexual life also. Monthly once I and Giri will go outing with our families that means me and my wife, Giri and his wife. My wife and Giri’s wife were also good friends.

So when went outing, there leisure time we will sit with bottles. And our wife’s will spend in the room and they will discuss about their matters. Sometimes me and Giri while discussing, he will ask about our sex life and I also ask to Giri about sex life. Basically Giri is the very sexy guy. Always he will says he will do sex with his wife nearly 2 hours and she will also fully enjoy it. But he is saying feeling very bore as since 1 year he enjoying with same lady and he is looking another taste. I also said him me and my wife fucking long time and she will also encourage me while fucking. And I told him sometimes I will fuck my wife’s ass also. Then he said ass fucking I like very much. You are very lucky guy. But my wife will not like ass fucking. She wants only long time front side fucking with different angles only. Then I said to Giri, actually I don’t like ass fucking but my wife will ask to her ass fucking. To satisfy her I will fuck her ass. So Giri said ass fucking me and your wife liking, long time front side fucking you and my wife liking. Then I said yes.

Richa and Jayant having swapping sex with Meghna and Manjeet

Part 1
I am following this blog from last few weeks and since I have found this page I was thinking about writing my experience and today I have started penning it down with a hope that I will be able to succeeded narrating my life experience in an erotic way. This is about partner swinging and my whole description is about two consecutive nights in which we; I and my husband somehow got involved with our best friends.

Group sex can be shocking to say the least and even when it was happened I felt like it was not real but it was real and I am trying writing down everything as it happened with flair of Hindi words, as it is not only arousing but also an easy way out to describe the situation. Like everyone I must mention that in this write up it is just names which are imaginary, and they are chosen from past posts of this blog and rest is 100 percent true.

I am Richa, female of 35 married to Jayant from last 10 years and other couple is Meghna and Manjeet. Manjeet is of my age and Meghna is little younger than me and their marriage is around seven years old. I can easily say Meghna and I are best friends and Jayant and Manjeet are best friends.

We’ve lived beside each other for around 7-8 years; from the day one I got married to Jayant and then when after few years Manjeet got married to Meghna, my friendship with her grew deep. Mostly we all address each other with names and as such I don’t have anything very special to describe whatever happened in these years except this that we were always available for each other for big or tiny; any kind of help.

Neha losing virginity to brother-in-law

I am Neha, I am reading this blog from last few years regularly but since now I never had anything which I could share with my unseen friends but after coming back from my sister’s place I have an experience to tell and it is about loss of my Virginity which I lost over my Jija Ji. I was gone to Delhi to help my sister in last couple of months of her pregnancy and there my Jija Ji fucked me.

For introduction I would say I am fair and good looking girl almost done with my masters. I am short and little over weight for my height with fleshy sexual assets, thick thighs, plump and jutting out ass and reasonably big breasts but with a flat belly.

Before getting on bed with Jija Ji I had a boyfriend here in my collage with whom I have tried kissing and breast play and after getting my melons sucked from my boy friend I was somewhat curious to experience real pleasure with him but I never gathered courage to say yes for sex to him.

I must tell that I was not scared of pain or my parents and didn’t had anything like morals or ethics that I have to save my virginity for my future husband. Actually I was insecure about the about the privacy of the matter, because these days girls are getting filmed very easily while having sex and I never had that much of trust over my boy friend so I never reach to the decision of having sex

Vienetta Ice Cream

She lay in bed, lightly running her fingers over her stomach, marvelling at how quickly she'd managed to lose her baby weight. She'd given birth five months previously, and had been exercising daily. She ran her hands over her breasts, still heavy with breastfeeding. She knew her husband, John, was running late, as he had been nearly every night since their child was born.

Suddenly, she sat up straight. She could hear a noise, coming from the back door. John always came through the front door. She stood up, ready to run and protect her baby, but then her bedroom door opened.

"Well, what do we have here?"

That was not John's voice. She sat back down, groping for some kind of weapon on her bedside table. Three men entered her bedroom, silhouetted in the dark. They were all tall, one thickset, one skinny, and one roughly average for his height. The thickset one came over to her, and grasped her wrist, making her gasp in shock. "What are you doing honey?"

Suddenly, the baby started crying. She looked at her baby monitor in horror, willing her child to stop crying, and by some miracle, it did. The man holding her looked at the other two men; she could feel his evil grin.

"Well, well, well, we have us a yummy mummy, boys. What's your name sugar?"

The Collegiate Milkmaid

Part 1
"I'm getting some weird discharge from my nipples," Kelly said, squirming uncomfortably on the examination table. She hated going to the student health center, but where else was one to go while in college? At least they didn't immediately make her strip and put her feet up in the stirrups.

The doctor's manner was kind enough. He looked like a dropout from a hippie commune: long gray hair pulled back into a straggly pony tail, wool socks and sandals, wire rim glasses. He looked at her over the rims and asked, "Which nipple?"

"Both," she answered. 

"That's odd. Usually it would be one or the other. Is it bloody or yellowish, pus-like?"

"No," Kelly answered, anxiously jiggling her foot against the table. "Just white-ish."

He frowned. "Doesn't sound like an infection. But have you had your nipples pierced recently. Or removed jewelry from them?"

She was shocked at the question, then realized that pierced nipples were probably as common on a college campus as beer and fake IDs. "No, not me."

"Well let's take a look and we'll do a sample." He looked at her expectantly.

Kelly hated to be naked in front of anyone, even her boyfriend. Knowing this was coming was why she had delayed coming to the health center for so long. Reluctantly she pulled off her sweatshirt, unbuttoned her blouse and pulled down her bra. The folded washcloths she had placed in the cups fell onto her lap; they weren't soaked but it was obvious something was making them wet.

The doctor raised his eyebrows. "How long have you been like this?" he asked.

"Two days now," she said softly.

After Dark ...A Bizaar 3some

Over the last 11 years I had numerous encounters of 3some's but the most bizarre was the one where I been part of it but yet I never saw the face of the woman whom I was having sex.

It was 2008 when I visited my School days buddy's place, who is a Doctor now and having a good name and fame. In the evening when quit his chamber he took to the Club for drinks. Over the drinks we keep on remembering our youth days and our own sexual escapades. The more drink flown in we became more loose in tongue and started spilling out sexual adventures of recent times. During conversation I blurted to him that I am now hooked to threesome and narrated him few amazing experiences of the swinging world. By the time we left the club he was all worked up and driving back he told me that currently he is having a sexual relationship with colleagues wife, who is nuts about sex and went on describing her.

He said her name is Shanti, she is around 40 year old, height is 5'1" and her boobs are well shaped size 32. She been born and raised in Village and is having a typical small Indian city background. She is fair complexioned small woman. My friend while describing her called her up over the mobile and started sexual talk over it in front of me. As talks became more raunchy and sexy he mentioned about me. He told her that I am an old friend of his and told her about my experimentation with swinging world. Then he told her about his desire to experience 3some with her along with me. Naturally at first she refused point blankly to him and rejected any idea to have a sexual relationship with anyone other than my friend. But after cajoling of 30 minutes over mobile, she later gave in to my friends persuasion power, as well her own desire to taste the forbidden. She agreed for one time sexual experiment but she put on one condition that I won't be allowed to see her!

Wife and Husband's Big Fantasy

At 28 years old, Stacy has been happily married to Jim for 8 years. They had not started a family yet, and have enjoyed living as a young married couple with a nice, but small apartment in the city. Both Stacy and Jim were raised on small farms on the west coast, but were really getting used to life in the big city. Stacy worked for a small real estate company downtown, and paid all the bills as Jim completed medical school. Stacy was of Korean decent, stood about 5'5" tall, and weighed about 105 pounds. Unlike some Asian girls, Stacy had nice curves to her body, and was the envy of many of her Asian friends who tended to be pretty flat. Jim was your average white guy, but did manage to keep in good shape despite long hours at school. He always thought he was so lucky to have an Asian wife with big tits and a perfect ass. He wondered some times how many other white guys would love to take his wife to bed instead of their plain Jane white wives.

Stacy and Jim enjoyed a pretty normal sex life the first 8 years of their marriage, and they were both virgins when they married. Besides enjoying a few pornos together, the two of them were pretty conservative in their sexual behavior. A couple of years ago, Jim purchased a standard plastic dildo for Stacy after she had brought it up one night. Stacy had taken to it much more than Jim ever could have imagined. Every time she used it, especially if she requested it, Jim became more aroused than normal. Although Jim knew she was lying, Stacy always said she used it just to get him more excited, and she could do without it. However, there was no hiding the fact that she came much more quickly and vigorously with the dildo than she did with normal sex between the two of them. Jim had also noticed that it looked like she had even used it several times when he was away late at school. This only got him more excited, but he never said anything to Stacy, because he knew it would only embarrass her.

Enticed Wife

Part 1

Once we got to my place, my wife and our new friends settled around the table while I went to get some wine. After we gobbled down 5 glasses each things took an unexpected turn. Karen started orienting the conversation towards sex and bragged about Jason's (her boyfriend) big cock and, which got me uncomfortable, but as I looked at my wife her reaction was stoic. I guess drinking for the first time in 5 years got her orientation and judgement impaired to some point, but not me. I was a natural drinking machine. Karen was explaining her boyfriend's attributes and how their sex life was raunchy and adventurous. 

"I met Jason a few years ago and I must admit that although he's cute and all, it's his attributes that got my attention." Sipping her drink.

As the conversation focused on Jason's dick I go more and more weary where this was heading because I was jealous by nature and I didn't like this conversation at all. Karen continued her conversation even with my apparent nervousness.

"I love his thick cock, I just love it, can't get enough of him and joining a swingers club is the best thing ever." She said. 

When she mentioned swingers club I got nervous, but I didn't even have time to react because my wife uttered a sentence for the first time.

"Swingers club, what's that?"

Working Late

It was a another night working late for Ishani. Working in a small law firm often meant late nights to meet deadlines. Ishani was married and had a young 4 year old son. She was lucky her husband John had a job which allowed him flexibility and he could be relied on to look after their boy whilst she worked overtime. Ishani had been married to John for 7 years, he adored her and they met through mutual friends. 

Ishani was a Tamil from Singapore and John was immediately attracted to her when they first met, her dark skin, curves in all the right places and her beautiful visage melted him from the beginning. He couldn't believe his luck when she agreed to go out with him, a fairly unattractive and overweight white Australian didn't expect such a gorgeous woman to want him. But so it turned out and they were now married with a young son.

Ishani and John had enjoyed a vigorous sex life from since they were engaged, both of them had a high sex drive and they put it to good use. However, after the birth of their son Ishani's libido waned as she became more focused on being a mother and on her career. She and John had settled into a rut sex-wise. John's sex drive was as strong as ever and the drop in their sex life made him focus on it all the more. Ishani would relent and they would have functional sex where she would do just enough to satisfy her husband, but nothing more, she had no interest in doing the deed but rather wanted to keep John happy.

Ishani was still a gorgeous woman though, in her mid 30's, standing at 5" 8" with jet black hair, round dark eyes, luxurious chocolate brown skin, a nice pair of 18D breasts and an incredible peach shaped bum which immediately drew any man's attention. She'd filled out a little bit since becoming a mother, but at a nice size 10 she was still as attractive as ever.

The Secret Swap

Part 1

I looked over at the alarm clock and saw the amber digits glowing brightly in the darkness: 1:58 AM. I suddenly realized that I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, and I had that excited tingly feeling in my gut. Jesus, was I really going to go through with this? I was still staring at the clock, and I saw the digital number change: 1:59. I didn't have to get up; I could just stay in bed and forget about the whole thing. Suddenly I became aware of my wife's breathing. I couldn't see her in the darkness, but she was obviously in a deep sleep. I pulled the sheets away and sat up in bed. She didn't stir. I moved to the side of the bed and put my feet on the floor. She didn't move. I climbed out of the bed and stood. She didn't wake up. I could see her alarm clock now; it was showing 2:00, but mine still had 1:59. I heard the ceiling fan whirling away above me. When my clock changed to 2:00 too, I started going towards the door. I made no conscious decision, I simply started to walk.

Our bedroom was absolutely dark. Besides the red glow of our alarm clocks, the only other thing I could see was the little green light on the fire detector, which was right above the door. I walked towards that light and then reached out to find the knob. I opened the door and listened carefully once more. I could still hear her steady breathing. I shut the door behind me and stood in the hall for a few moments. The street light was shining in thorough the window and lighting up the hallway. Jesus, was I really going to go through with this? I walked down the stairs.

At the front door, I looked out of the window. All the houses were completely dark. I unlocked the door and quietly slipped out onto the porch. It was a cool summer night, and very quiet. I shut the door behind me and started walking up the street. What the hell was I doing? It's a strange feeling, to walk around in the small hours of the morning in nothing but boxers and a T-shirt. Then I saw him. He was walking down the sidewalk towards me. I slowed. So did he. When he was close enough so that I could see his face, I saw that he was smirking. I blinked at him and we stopped, looking at each other for a few seconds. I had to call it off. But I didn't say anything. We simply passed each other without saying a word. I walked on without looking back.

Mixed Doubles

"Where is my shirt, Ohh god you have not pressed it," Dilip picked up his crumpled shirt.

"At least I washed it," Anita shouted from kitchen.

"What am I going to wear, you know today is a very important meeting for me and I need this white shirt," he sounded miserable. 

"Please iron it yourself, my baby, I am busy preparing the breakfast," Anita spoke.

"Yeah, as if I am free," he murmured and grabbed the iron. 

Anita walked out of the kitchen and saw Rahul their six years old son, munching the bread.

"Eat quickly, beta, you don't have the whole day for that and don't forget to finish you milk, ohh god I have to get ready," she rushed to bedroom. 

Dilip and Anita were married for almost ten years now and they have a lovely six year old son. They met in collage, fell in love, finished the collage and landed nice lucrative jobs in once booming IT sector. Much against the wishes of their parents they got married and settled down in Mumbai. Dilip belong to the North India while she was from Mumbai so neither of their parents felt that the marriage is going to work, while Dilip was pure vegetarian, Anita has no problem with meat. Against all odds and cultural differences they were together for ten years and were madly in love with each other. 

Anita was a modern Indian girl but came from a conservative family where she was taught the Indian traditions and values of life. Her mother always emphasised about saving her virginity for her husband. She matured early and from a very young age she had developed a noticeable figure. She was always pursued by boys and men alike, she had minor flings, nothing serious, until she met Dilip. 

Sarah's New Life Ch. 02

As soon as I got home from Nicole's lingerie shop, I stripped off all of my clothes and stood in front of the mirror looking at myself. "Could this be Sarah Michelle Richards? The submissive, frumpy, little housemaker and wife of Phillip Richards?"I asked. Outwardly I had worked hard to change after the divorce but after spending a night with Nicole I also knew that I had changed inside as well and would never be the same person I once had been. 

While looking at myself, I saw the reflection of my old clothes hanging in the closet and knew what needed to be done. I spent the rest of the morning throwing out most of my old clothes and replaced them with the much slinkier outfits that I had purchased from Nicole to help show off my new figure. I also took the rest of my new body jewelry and hid it in the back of my closet. It wasn't that I felt embarrassed by it but I wasn't quite sure how Sam would react to knowing his mom wore such things. 

It wasn't until that moment that I had thought of Sam. "Where was he?" I wondered until I noticed it was well after the time he needed to leave for school. 

When he got home that evening, I was shocked by his nonchalant attitude when he asked where I had been and even more so when he replied, "Good for you," when I told him I had stayed with a friend. 

After that, I visited Nicole's shop weekly, sometimes to buy something new and sometimes to spend special girl-girl time with my lover. And after each visit, I found myself feeling more and more confident in who I was becoming and in the way I looked. Instead of the old, shapeless outfits that I had worn daily before my divorce I now wore sexy lingerie every day along with outfits that accentuated the curves of my body and, unknown to anyone but Nicole and myself, I wore my body jewelry under each and every outfit. The only difference being which piece of jewelry I wore. Some days it was simply a looped chain running from one nipple to the other, while on other days I wore the full-body piece that Nicole had given me that first night. 

Horny desi wife having sex with Mexican trainer

My husband just in the last few months has wanted me to have sex with other men. This is just not like me, I have been a good girl most of our marriage and don't understand why he would want another man fucking his wife. I have tried this a few times now and I really like it. I really don't think my husband knows what he has done. He has made me a slut and I like it.

I have started wearing different cloths, started flirting more, and I try and show as much as possible without getting naked. I like this and now don't think I can stop. This is the problem now. My husband tells me I can fuck anyone I want as long as he watches. He encourages me to flirt and tease other men. His only rule is I must tell him everything and no secrets are to be kept.

While having sex at home he usually asks me to tell any event in which I make men uncomfortable sexually. I was telling him how my training manager who is a Mexican looks me and I feel he has a lustful eye on me. He wanted me to take things farther with him and let him know about it.

Our training is about to finish in a day or two and one day we are out for lunch and there my trainer talked to me and straight away told me that he had hots for me from a long time. He said as he will be leaving soon so want to know if he could spend 2 hours with me in his hotel room. I came home and told this to my husband and he was very excited and told me to text him and fix a time to see him.

After some texting the time is fixed that I am going to meet him on lunch time in his hotel lobby tomorrow. I reached the hotel and was waiting for him in lobby. He came and saw me in saree and said I am looking beautiful and he said me to wait for few minutes and he went away. I waited for him some time and got to know later that he went to get condoms as he didn’t have any.

Sex Changed Our Life

Right from my school days, I was liked by the senior girls of my school. They used to call me to their congregation in the school and like to talk, joke and play with me. Some of the senior girls even kiss on my forehead treating me a younger one. But I get a pleasure out of this without understating sex. Still I liked to be kissed by them. Hence I like girls and like to sit, talk, and joke with them. This tendency of mine went ahead at a same pace with my growth.

Mine has two children, the elder one is in St.6 and younger one is still sucking his mother’s nipples. Whenever I attempt even to touch his mother’s nipple, he fights with me and does not allow me to touch. I was in financial crisis. Recently I joined in a big Private company. Rima is in search of a job. But it is not easy to get a job in these days.

One of my friends invited me to his home on the occasion of his son’s birthday. I and Rima (changed name of my wife) drove to my friend’s home at 8PM with a gift for the little baby. Rima had taken enough care to make her attractive. She was gifted with two beautiful melons which can make any one of any age to dream of having sex with her at least once in life. Her navel was clearly visible under his light blue color sari. Everyone who sees this must wish to encircle his tongue around her beautiful navel. Her dense armpit hairs are one of the reasons to arise anyone’s cock. We reached my friends home and joined the party. I observed that everybody’s eyes were focused on Rima. The transparent sari and the sleeveless blouse allow others to watch her body and armpit hairs.

Fall from Grace

I never meant to cheat. It was never who I was or who I wanted to be. I was raised to believe the Bible and try to follow what it said. I was always a good girl raised in a Southern Baptist church. I married a preacher and had two children. We were the perfect southern family. We were perfect until Clay joined our church. Clay was the type of man who could tear a woman down by looking at her. Undress her and turn her into a whore with his crooked smile. When I first saw him, I admit I felt the tug of temptation. He wasn't tall but he was very fit. His shirts seemed to cling to his hard muscles. He had such a cocky smug look and he made me tingle in places that usually stay behaved. 

Clay liked to look at me. I frequently caught him staring at me and he never looked away. My face always turned red and I was the one who looked away. I was used to getting looks from men. I always felt that I was attractive. I have long dark brown hair and blue eyes. I am on the shorter side around 5'1 and I would run everyday except Sunday. I kept myself in shape and I worked hard. I could not say the same for my husband. Everywhere Clay was firm, my husband was soft. I caught myself looking at him more and Clay caught me looking too. 

He taught at my son's school and he worked the car rider line in the mornings. I would drop my son off and Clay would smile that cocky half smile and joke around with me and the kids. He used the same gym I went to and started showing up when I would work out. He worked out near me and we constantly caught each other looking. Soon he began to come over and flirt while I was working out. That's when the touching started. He began by feeling my biceps and making a big show of how strong I was getting. Then he brushed my hair back from my face one day when the gym was empty. That made my heart pound in my chest. One day he helped me with my form when I was using the triceps machine. His hands were so strong as he grabbed my waist to move me. They lingered on my hips and then slipped back to my ass. He leaned in and whispered to me, "You are so fucking sexy. I can't take my eyes off you. You are exactly the kind of woman I love to fuck."

The Blind Struggle

My face felt warm as I started to wake from a groggy sleep. I fluttered my eyes open, then closed them immediately as the sunlight penetrated my retinas. I lay there trying to make sense out of the knot of emotions in my head. I had a headache. I prayed silently that my night had been a fever dream.

Carefully, I reached out my hand to feel around my bed. My fingers touched something hard, and I realized it was my laptop, still lying next to me. But my son, Adam, was not in my bed.

I forced my eyes open again and sat up, blinking. I looked around the room. Images danced through my mind. Images of my son lying beneath me while my hips ground against him. Along with those images came a dull physical sensation between my legs.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew I was lying to myself. Those images were too real. They were too vivid not to be true. I had just had sex with my own son. Worse still, I had let him come inside me. What if I got pregnant? The thought terrified me.

The thought of being pregnant brought forth some other images. Images I had buried. It wasn't all that long ago that I had been pregnant. But nobody knew about it, except my doctor. I had kept it hidden from everyone.

After my husband had moved to China almost two years ago, I had gone through a long period of loneliness. After a year, I finally agreed to go out with a guy from work. His name was Mark. We had had sex on our first date. Something about the guy didn't sit well with me, and I never pursued anything further with him.

The Summer Kitchen Ch. 02

I love two men. One of them good, caring, and faithful: my husband, Joe. The other is one of those "Bad Boy" types most of us probably knew in high school - the ones with leather jackets who rode loud, black bikes and got envious stares. They were always on the fringe, breaking rules, flaunting their freedom to do whatever they wanted, and to hell with everyone else. Almost always they were painfully beautiful, too. That's the other man in my life – my lover – my guilty indulgence – Ryan.

My husband Joe is steady, makes a good living for me and the girls and is always there for me. He doesn't deserve any of this. That's what makes my deceit so abhorrent. I'm disgusted with myself but I'm so hooked on Ryan that I can't quit him. Off-and-on, we have been involved in our affair for several years. A couple months ago he came back into my life after a year of absence. 

I hated myself afterward, but of course I went back and gave myself to him as soon as he called. As I said, I'm hooked. He's my drug, my alcohol, my very breath. I know someday I'll lose everything I have because of my need for Ryan. It's as if that is already preordained. If I lose Joe it'll rip my guts out. If I lose Ryan, I'll die. Pretty grim tale, huh? 

After being gone for a year with no word, Ryan called. He'd been in my dreams nightly so it was almost as if he'd never left, anyway. We got together again but he'd seemed different – somehow changed. Always the devil-may-care type with little regard for anybody else's feelings, since his return he was even more self-centered and demanding than before. Early in our relationship he'd told me he "owned me," although he was never mean or overly cruel to me. 

The Summer Kitchen Ch. 01

After almost fifteen years of marriage, I finally admitted to myself that I have a problem. It started around my ninth year of married life and has continued to this day. I am in some ways, like an alcoholic. The first step is to admit you are one, and the next is trying to stay clean. I'm trying to stay clean but it's a struggle. My addiction is Ryan. Yeah, as you might've already guessed, he's not the guy I married. My husband is Joe. He's handsome and a perfect husband and father. I love him deeply. We have two children, ages twelve and fifteen. As you can see from the age of my oldest, I was preggy when we married. 

Joe is six-foot, dark hair, brown eyes, and very handsome. He's a VP and regional manager for one of the large wine companies, steadily making his way up through the ranks to an executive position. As a result, we live well. He is athletic and still youthful, despite working hard to provide for me and his children. That is why my deceit is even more despicable. I'll get to that in a moment. 

We are both cyclist and stay trim, which is why we frequently get envious, and sometimes, lustful looks from both sexes. Narcissistically we enjoy their attention and I admit that every once in a while I spot a guy that makes me drool. Joe has also admitted as much to me about some chick he sees with nice tits. It has provided us a few laughs and often as not, some hot sex sessions between us. Neither of us have a thought of entertaining these impulses, believing them to be natural responses to the opposite sex. I always knew Joe would never cheat on me, and that I'd never cheat on him - mostly. 

I'm a five-six, slim built, blond with a 35 inch bust, and what Joe calls, "an ass to die for." I admit I like to wear jeans or shorts to show it off, and Joe likes it too. From day one, mine and Joe's sex life has always been great. He's a good lover, attentive, inventive and tender. We are not prudes. We sometimes watch porn and in the past have even tried out several sexual devices. 

Seduction of Tamanna ch. 2

When Monoj woke up, he found himself lying on the bed all alone. He looked around for Tamanna, but didn't see her. Then he heard the noises, coming from the bathroom. Tamanna was taking her bath. Monoj got up from the bed, and put on his clothes, lying on the floor. Then he walked up to the bathroom, and knocked the door.

"Tamanna, I'm going to my room for bath. Should I order breakfast for you?"

"Ok."

"Fine, then I will see you at the restaurant."

Then, Monoj left for his room. Tamanna was relieved to know that he left her room. Actually, she didn't want to face him in her bathrobe. Who knows, he may try to have a go on her again, seeing her in that sexy robe. Tamanna just wanted to forget the whole incident. She needed to focus on her project, rather than thinking about the obscene encounter, she had with Monoj. She stood under the shower, as the cold water run down her body, cleaning up the mess, created by Monoj's big dick. His thick long dick.

Again, the image of his enormous cock flashed in her mind. Her hands moved to her pussy, remembering how his huge dick filled her pussy up to its limits. She could still feel some soreness in her petite pussy, from the hard fucking of his meaty cock. She thought how different it was from her husband's average size cock. Monoj's cock had not only stretched her pussy real wide, but also had invaded the most unexplored depth of her pussy, where her husband's dick could never reach. She also recalled the images, how her tiny ass hole was violated by his massive cock. Her ass was still burning due to the hard fucking she had received from his thick organ. She thought she doesn't have to worry about the problem of constipation anymore, as Monoj's fat cock had stretched her ass hole real wide. She touched her burning ass hole, amazed at how he had managed to push his thick cock buried deep into that tiny hole. She was a bit surprised at her own ability, to be able to accommodate his enormous organ in her ass on her very first try.

Seduction of Tamanna ch. 1

Monoj was a smart guy who loves his job as a senior technical staff in a local news channel. He was around 35 years of age, 5'10'' high, well-built and married to a lovely wife and a 5 year old kid. He loves his family very much. His wife, Sima was a nice lady. They got married after dating each other for almost 10 long years. And still after 7 years of their marriage, their passion for each other had not lessened a single bit. Monoj always enjoyed passing time with his wife and his son. In short Monoj was a happily married guy.

But that was not entirely true. There was a completely different Monoj hidden behind his smiley face. Nobody around him had any idea about that, even his wife too. He kept that as a top secret for himself. He had a big obsession watching online porn sites. Gradually, his obsession shifted from watching internet porn to observe real sexy women, whom he meets in everyday life. He especially likes women with big ass. Monoj had a crush for big and round ass from his childhood.

It's not like Monoj was sexually unhappy with his wife. In fact his wife Sima was more aggressive in their love making and they had a steady sex life. Even they enjoyed oral sex too. But still he couldn't stop himself from ogling those sexy women, especially the ones with a big round ass. But Monoj kept it all to himself. He never actually tried to flirt with any one of them. He was happy to keep his thoughts to himself and seduce them only in his mind.

But everything has changed when he met Tamanna. Tamanna joined as a copy editor in the same channel. She was a very jolly woman and likes to keep on smiling all the time. She was like a livewire around the office. 

Horny Vivek fucking sister Dolly

This is a hundred percent real happening and I can easily say that among all experiences written here since now mine is one of the most unethical and dirtiest and readers are certainly going to abuse me after reading it. This is about how I fucked my own sister like a bitch; truly speaking friends it is really impossible for a guy to be ethical if he has a sis like Dolly (nick name).

I am Vivek, a good looking male with good height and looks with above average health and Dolly is year younger than me. Immaterial Dolly was year younger than me and use to address me Bhaiya, I was lusting over her since we were together in a school and even in those days my lust for her body was so intense that I never masturbated fantasizing anyone except Dolly.

As both our parents are working I always had plenty of opportunities when I could fuck her in our home itself but I never succeeded in gathering courage to approach her and what I maximum achieved in those days was just sneaking under her skirt to see her panty, glimpse of her soft breasts and just once saw her in a t-shirt and a Panty,

particularly when she was gone into the washroom to change her lower and somehow I managed to peep inside. Anyway for bit more introduction I would say we live in a renowned town of UP and including our eldest sister who is married since long we are three siblings, me and two sisters.

Mickey Didi is far elder then we two and by the time we finished our school she was married and also a mother of child. After finishing my school as my grades were not great I opted for B.Com pass through correspondence and a year after when Dolly cleared her school she opted for a better course because she had very good grades and ultimately she went to live with Mickey Didi

Milk Woman farting Young 18 Year Old

Hello guys. I am Kiran from Ahmadabad. I am 23 years old and single son of my parents. I would like to tell you about an incident which took place 5 days ago. Talking about myself, I am unmarried doctor and have been serving in my dad’s hospital since 2 years. I am 5 feet 6 inches tall and have good sized dick. I am usual reader of ISS and that is the reason why I don’t feel much bad about incest.

Coming to the point, I was always a woman stalker and fantasized all women whom I knew closely. I had 2 pretty close relationships in my life, but had to sacrifice them for my career and always had to satisfy my urge by masturbating.

Now there was a friend of mine Ajay, with whom I shared all my secrets. I also bonded well with his mother, Madhu as she was quite modern, rich and open minded. I unwillingly always tried to impress her and even she was amazed with my intelligence. She trusted me more than her son. We lived in same neighborhood and both my friend. Madhu had pretty big tits and I always was attracted to her due to her tits. Madhu is very good and cooks tasty food. I and Ajay often used to sleep together in each other’s home. It was long time since we stayed together with each other.

Playing With Fire

Part 1

My name is Tom, but on that particular fateful night roughly five years ago, that wasn't the name my wife was screaming as she was being fucked good and hard on our bed.

Now, before you get the wrong idea, let me clarify that I was the one who was fucking her. You see, we had been doing a bit of role-playing at that time, and on that particular night, she had chosen the name of "Dale" as her imaginary lover.

We had been married for twenty-four years, and our eldest son had just moved out of the house, leaving us as empty-nesters for the first time in our lives. In the weeks thereafter, I noticed that Beth, my wife, had become very vocal in bed. We had endured so many years being as quiet as possible in bed, I honestly never realized she had it in her. But the moment Donnie left for college, she seemed to let her hair down a little.

Maybe it was hormonal, or maybe it was the fact that she had started exercising again, and was feeling sexier than usual. I didn't care why her sex drive suddenly went into overdrive; I was simply enjoying the ride. Prior to that, our sex life had become duller and more seldom with each passing year.

Free from having to be quiet all the time, she began talking dirty while we had sex. I have to say, it was a major turn-on for me. The things she would say would make her friends at church blush, and those frumpy old women in her bookclub would never have suspected that there was such a dirty little slut hidden beneath that prim and proper exterior.

As we reached middle age together, Beth and I began to talk about all the things we'd like to do before we get too old to do them. We talked about traveling, and scuba diving, and other types of adventurous activities that we never had the time nor freedom to pursue while being tethered to the house for so many years. Inevitably, that discussion morphed into a conversation about our sexual fantasies. Being the hornier of the two, I was the one who prompted that particular discussion.

Milky Way To Heavenly Sex

Hi, this is Malathi from Hyderbad. I am married and my husband has business and travels a lot. Once my husbands friend is going to USA on some project and left his wife at our house for couple of weeks as his parents are out of town and they will take her back once they come back. She came here with 1 year baby.

After one day my husband has to go Delhi for 2 days and he left he also felt happy that I have some company at house. On that night I woke up in the night and her baby was in bed but she is not. I thought she might have gone to bathroom after 10 mins she didnt return and I went near bathroom and checked the door was open and she is standing near the wash basin and squeezing her boobs for milk.

I knocked the door and asked if she is ok. She said the baby couldn’t drink all the milk and her breast is paining a lot so she needs to squeeze the milk out so that it wont pain. I said ok and I returned to the bed and slept. Next day morning I asked her if everything is ok she said yeah we had breakfast and lunch I saw her feeding her baby and I saw her boobs they were very big and she got embarrassed and said those were big because of her feeding and milk I said its cool and continued to watch the tv.

After 10 mins she called me and showed that kid fell asleep and didnt drink all the milk and again her boobs were getting bigger. She went to bathroom and squeezed all the milk. In the evening my husband called and said that it is going to take 3 more days and said if he will stay there he can finish the work as i am not alone in the house. That night again I saw her going to bathroom and squeezing the milk.

Traveled With A New Friend On A Ten Day Tour

I had to travel to Delhi for about 10 days for various meetings, and I wondered what I would do when I was not in meetings. Damn, it would be crazy to sit around for 23 hours for just a 1 hour meeting a day. And I was so tired. I was wondering if I could do something different just for once and thought of this idea. How about if I take a escort along with me for the travel. That way I can enjoy while I am not working. So I started my search.

I walked the busy streets of red light areas, and looked around and selected only those girls, who were thin, and had decent size boobs. I also looked for height, I liked kinda short ones. As I identified them, I spoke to them about a 10 day vacation and what it would cost me. Finally I negotiated with one of them and took her phone number. She was pleasant to look at and fit my short thin big criteria. I took her for lunch the next day, so that she can kinda relax. I also told her that she can have all the details like tickets, hotel information and schedule for safe keeping. Everything was based on the fact that I wanted total comfort during travel. No worries and fear. It would ruin the trip quality.

So there came the travel day. I had booked a Rajdhani 1st AC, which had a private room all to our selves. When we got to the train and into the compartment, I held her hands and thanked her. I also told her that she could leave anytime, there was no compulsion. She said, “No its fine, its the first time I have gone out like this when someone, and since you have taken the time to get to know you, I am comfortable.”. I thanked her again, with a small peck on her hands.

Me and My Father-in-Law

I am Seema. It's my first time to talk to you all so forgive me if I make mistakes. I am about 35 and married for the last 10 years. All these years my husband and I had nice sex life and he really can satisfy me. Of late we both started reading erotic literature on the Internet and read many stories on husband watching his wife getting fucked by other men. To tell you the truth we both were tremendously aroused after reading these types of stories. We started talking about it while having sex and the effect it made on our pleasure was very astonishing. Just thinking of getting fucked by other men aroused me to my peak and my hubby Sunil had instant erection just talking about this. He used to talk about any of his friend fucking me in front of him and sometimes strangers too. 

This led to some imagination of my own. Now to come to the point I am staying with his parents, my Father in law and Mother in law. My FIL (Father in Law) is 59 yr. of age and still very active. He has lot of friends and is very jolly fellow, always cutting some jokes and laughing nicely. He is medium built and look younger than his age. Name is Baba. He wears specs but that adds to his personality. That was my FIL!

As I had told you I started to imagine my FIL to be the other man who fucks me. Initially I just tried to avoid such thoughts but I could not! Every time we have sex it was my father in law I imagined to be fucking me. That was just imagination friends! And that made me cum several times. I never told this to my husband Sunil but it was my own secret. When I read some stories from Jeevan the intensity of imagination increased. The other stories like 'Debauchery of young housewife' was far more arousing and I started to put myself in the place of the young heroine of the story. Ohhh god! Was I pervert? How such thoughts of getting fucked by my own FIL came in my mind?

Finally I wrote to Jeevan and he gave me proper advice. So here I am imagining the sex thing with my FIL.

How My Life Changed

My name is Nichole and I’m twenty-nine years old. What happened in the last year has changed my life completely. I’m a fairly descent looking woman ; I worked at a company that had a great gym where all employees worked out on a daily basis. I was really into it; I’m 5’ 6” tall and 110#‘s with shoulder length dirty blond hair and gray eyes; also my breasts aren’t the biggest in the world at 36 B, but they are firm and they stick straight out with large, proud nipples. My best features are my butt and my shapely, slender legs. Overall, I am very proud of my firm body, I also know how to wear the right (hot) clothes to show off what I have, more for myself than others.

I‘m married to a great guy, but am I in love with him? I never could answer that question even after being married for five years. I think I got married Dave for the fact that I just didn’t like coming home to an empty apartment; plus Dave was a real nice guy, and I was reasonably content, or thought that I was.

Between my job that paid very well, and Dave’s business, he was an electrician, I should say, an electrical contractor, plus the money that we had saved before we got married, we bought a great house with five acres of land surrounding it, four bedrooms plus a gym room. . We really fixed it up and put in an in-ground pool with a Jacuzzi spa. The pool and spa was my idea because I loved the idea of lying in the sun naked, especially since we now have all this privacy. Sunbathing nude to me is very sensual as I feel the heat of the sun caress my entire body and it gets me very sexually aroused; even when I was very young, at the beach where I would wear nothing more than a skimpy string bikini, I would look for a somewhat secluded are so that I could grind my pussy into the hot sand under my blanket and get myself off; the thought that someone might be watching me, and realized what I was doing, would excite me even more.

Lesbian Ass Fisting Fun

Nadia Al-Nasser moaned deeply as I worked my fist into her asshole. At last, I had the tall, sexy Lebanese cutie right where I wanted her. Naked on my bed, her curvaceous body covered in a fine sheen of sweat, her thighs spread wide open and her hairy cunt staring at me. As tempting as her sweet pussy was, it's her ass that interested me the most. I've been dreaming about that ass for ages. My name is Amina Abdullah and I'm a booty-loving and totally freaky bisexual Somali Canadian woman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario.

Go slow, Nadia pleaded with me as my fist filled her asshole. I felt such warmth and tightness around my hand. There's nothing quite as intimate as anal fisting, ladies and gentlemen. I highly recommend it regardless of your race, gender or sexual orientation. I discovered anal sex at the age of eighteen with my former boyfriend Ali Osman, a Somali brother I met while visiting my aunt Fatouma in the City of Edmonton, Alberta. 

From the first time Ali Osman worked his long and thick Somali cock up my tight yet well-lubricated asshole, I've been addicted to butt fucking. All kinds of anal sex turn me on, to tell you the truth. Hell, I even gave Ali a taste of his own medicine by fucking him up his ass with a strap-on dildo I bought. I made him squeal real loud as I bent him over the couch and stuffed his ass with my strap-on like a thanksgiving turkey. 

Yeah, I had some good times with the fellas during that memorable summer in Alberta. My former boyfriend Ali was a real screamer and I like that in a man. Not only did I fuck his ass with the strap-on dildo, but I later fisted him. That's an experience he'll never forget. I am a freaky mama. This always surprises people because as a five-foot-four, 120-pound, brown-skinned, dark-eyed and hijab-wearing Somali chick, I'm presumed to be a prude. Ha! 

Wife Gets Stretched

We were married only a few years when we started experimenting with the idea of including others in our sex play. We were both in our twenties and eager to try a lot of new things.

My wife talked a girlfriend of hers into having a threesome with us, which resulted in one very incredible experience for all three of us.

Turnabout was fair play, so I told my wife that I would find a guy to include in our next threesome. However, before I could find someone, fate put her in the path of a man named Ken. She met Ken at a house warming party and discovered that he had a very big, (nine inches) cock. She was so fascinated by it that I suggested that she get together with him and try it out. She had sex with him at least twice a week for about two months. She seemed like she couldn’t get enough of his big cock. After the two months passed, she came to the realization that she liked Ken’s cock a lot more than she liked Ken, so she stopped seeing him.

For years my wife told me that a man’s size didn't matter. She held to the belief that it was not what you had, but how you used it. That all changed when Laura met Ken.

She discovered a whole new world of pleasure that came with the sensation of being filled up by a large cock. Since her first experiences with Ken, she was eager to find more men who were well endowed.

We started going to swing parties, with the idea that she would have a good chance of finding more men who were well hung.

Sharing My Wife

We've been married for about 6 1/2 years. After my first marriage ended thanks to multiple deployments (I'm in the Army), I found my wife online and upon my return from overseas we moved in together and a few months later we got married.

Yolanda was absolutely perfect (still is). She's very feminine, yet tough. She works AND cooks, laughs at my dumb jokes (still) and is a great mother and stepmother. She had a traditional Mexican upbringing so I never imagined we would ever try the things we have. I guess it really speaks to her open-minded approach to life. 

I have always fantasized about threesomes and such, but had never told anyone for fear of what others (especially women) would think. Our first year together was rough, but one thing that was always great was our sex life. We tried different toys and she was not opposed to watching porn, and we would watch porn together every so often. 

This allowed me to open up and share my fantasies of watching her get fucked by another man. It was always a turn-on for both of us as we'd talk about it and would always end up cumming like crazy. I suggested on a number of occasions that we should try it for real; but she always said "no way!" She loved the fantasy but made it clear that she would never do it for real. I was happy, though, as we always had great sex. 

During the tail end of my first deployment since we were married, she met a woman at a "passion party" -- one of those "parties" for women where they sell sex toys. She made friends with Mary and soon they found that both had husbands with the "same sick fantasy." As they became better friends, Mary revealed to Yolanda that it was more than just a fantasy to them... they had been swingers for a little while. So, of course, all this provided many jerk-off sessions while I was away. 

The Nor-Tea Club

Eighteen months had passed since Jack Trengate and his wife, Sherri had become swingers. First with their long-time friends, Glenn and Wendy then James and Valerie were added, a black couple they met at a party. The three couples met at each other's home once or twice a month and everyone looked forward to the encounters. 

Jack had long overcome his initial concern of seeing Sherri with other men and looked forward to watching her with Glenn and James. She enjoyed being with the two men so much that he had made the odd, casual comment that she might enjoy more. Sherri had not actually said she would want to have more than two men paying attention to her but she never said she wouldn't either and Jack had the feeling that the tone of her non-committal answer hinted that she thought it might be fun. 

He also liked looking down at Wendy and Valerie on their hands and knees on the bed, the perfect combination of black and white. It was so erotic to fondle their bottoms and pussies, so different yet ultimately the same. Wendy's lovely pussy lips were always slightly open and inviting, topped by a neat blonde bush. He particularly enjoyed her in a sixty-nine; she would suck his cock while he tongued her pussy until she was very wet then he would spread her open and play with her clit while James had her from behind. 

He liked Sherri in this position also and the sight of James' super large black cock assaulting his wife's pussy from so close usually resulted in a powerful ejaculation into her mouth. Then there was Valerie; with her large clitoris and a patch of jet black, silky pubic hair, he and Glenn had spent many hours enjoying the considerable assets of this black beauty. 

A Pool Party Out Of Control

I never know what to expect when my wife's friend Audrey comes to visit, except when she's around there tends to be very little clothing and lots of sex. My curiosity was really piqued when my wife Karen informed me that Audrey and her new boyfriend, Tim, would be in town for the pool party we were having that weekend.

My mind raced at the possibilities. Audrey had never visited with a guy before so I had no idea if she and Karen would turn loose or not—especially since our local friends would be there. Some of our friends knew Karen and I liked a spicy lifestyle, but not all of them. 

Our backyard is a large and secluded area with an in-ground pool. It's secluded enough that Karen sunbathes naked all the time. It also lends itself to having all kinds of fun. Karen said she had no idea if Audrey was going to spice up the party in her usual way but my dick stirred at the thought. 

With Audrey leading the way, there was no telling what could happen. Besides, Karen and I could just sit back and let things happen without the risk of offending our friends if things got out of control.

Audrey and Tim arrived Saturday morning and he seemed like a nice enough guy. He and I ran errands and we got the place ready for the party, then Karen suggested we all take a nap after lunch. 

Five couples and a dozen single guys were in attendance that afternoon and naturally everyone immediately changed into a swimsuit. Two of the wives were in conservative one piece suits, but the others were in bikinis. When Karen and Audrey peeled off their covers they put the other women to shame. 

I doubt that anyone was surprised to see Karen in a rather skimpy bikini, especially the top which showed off plenty of cleavage and sideboob. She's long been an exhibitionist and loves to see guy's reactions to her. Not only was her bikini top a bit small for her ample chest, she had removed the liner. When it got wet it clung to her like a wet t-shirt with her nipples poking through.

Swapping Brides

Adam always enjoyed it when he discovered that Alyssa was coming to stay for the week. She was a terrific cook. She was very easy going and funny, a terrific companion. With her long blonde hair, sexy legs and pouty, full lips, and light blue eyes, she was most assuredly easy on the eyes. Right now, stretched out on the couch while reading a magazine, she was wearing a very pretty piece of black lingerie and heels. Alyssa practically lived in lingerie and despite her 5'9" height; she would not have been caught dead in anything less than 3-inch heels. She was one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen and she loved sex, he knew that. They talked about sex all the time. She was very open and friendly, nothing was a taboo subject to her. She was a terrible flirt and Adam was very drawn to the 27-year old.

Yet Adam had never made a move on Alyssa, nor had she approached him. Despite the circumstances that had brought the two of them together, their relationship had remained pure, almost chaste.

Adam Austin had met Alyssa Diamont through his wife and Alyssa's husband, Jack. Jack and Nessa worked together and seemed to be turning into fast friends. They lunched together every day, but Adam wasn't troubled by that in the slightest. He and Nessa had been married for nearly a decade. They adored each other. He trusted her implicitly.

Maybe, upon reflection, he shouldn't have.

"We want to have an affair," Nessa told her husband and Alyssa one evening when the Diamonts' were over to dinner. "Jack and I really feel this -- incredible sexual chemistry and we know we're going to act on it eventually. We just don't want to do it behind your backs, so we're coming to you now before anything occurs."

"Oh, so we're supposed to just let you two fuck and not have a problem with it?" Alyssa said, her rage showing on her face. In the few times that Adam had been with Alyssa, he had never seen her anything less than charming and convivial. Now he could see that this was not the kind of woman you messed with if you were smart.

The End of Our Trip

So, after an incredible first night and a great weekend, it was time to head back to our normal lives. Still, we had some time before getting home and a long car ride that could lead to some fun. In the spirit of the weekend, I suggested as we were packing, that my babe wear the nice black little summer dress we picked up along our shopping trip the day before. 

"Any reason why?" she asked me, a look of excitement on her face.

Seeing that excitement I walked up behind her and softly kissed her neck. Reaching around in front of her and grabbing a handful of her tits, I kissed her neck teasingly as I pinched her nipples through her shirt. "Leave the bra and panties in your bag too," I instructed. It wasn't a request, but an order.

As we finished packing Suzi disappeared into the bathroom, coming out a short few minutes later dressed in just a flimsy black summer dress with sheer sides and a sheer top. I didn't say anything, the chubby I felt in my jeans speaking for me. Taking our bags down to the elevator it was obvious that she was getting excited walking around like this. Just two nights ago, she'd been walking this same hall late at night with just a towel wrapped around her neck. That was nearly midnight though. This was different. Looking at her mirrored image off the decorative mirrors around the elevator door I could see her nipples through the top of her little dress. Her nipples were as hard as my dick was becoming. As the door to the elevator finally opened, she walked in first as I picked up our bags, catching the surprise of her flipping the back of her dress up above her waist. As I entered the elevator she stood there, holding the bottom of her dress at her waist, turning to flash me a shot of her cleanly shave pussy. 

I legitimately wanted her dressed as sexy as possible for the ride home but on the way out of town, as we found her way to the highway on ramp, I noticed a small adult bookstore with just a couple of cars in the back lot. It was just after two in the afternoon so I didn't imagine that there'd be much business and suggested that we stop for a look around.