That night was a turning point for me. I don’t know what came over me. Sure my husband and I were no longer having the amazing sex we used to, and the amount of sex was still steadily dwindling. I suppose I’m to blame really. I still hadn’t dropped the baby weight and it’d been 6mths, not to mention my hormones were just beginning to balance out after the birth of our youngest. Honestly there’s no excuse in the world to justify what I did…. But I refuse to regret it now, not after all it revealed in the end.

I was going out with a few girlfriends that night. A local bar, a hole in the wall really. Not feeling in the best of spirits I chose to roll a joint to smoke prior. This wasn’t normal behavior for me. Heck the only reason I had the pot was because I’d bought some for my mother (that’s a whole other story).

The weed had kicked in by the time I reached the bar. I quickly began drinking to cover my ass if my friends began to question my state. After a couple drinks I spotted him. He was older, maybe by 20yrs, which would put him in his mid-40s. He still looked good. Not that I planned to do anything…. No harm in looking though. Another drink or two passed, enjoying the company of my friends. The mix of weed and booze were doing a damn good job of loosening me up. Mr. older man and I locked eyes a few times, nothing too flirtatious just a glance here or there.

I excused myself before I could finish another drink; I was in desperate need of a piss. The jukebox called my name as I headed back to my friends. I paused to deposit a few bucks and pick out a couple of my favs. His hot breath on my ear as he leaned in behind me and whispered “you want to come back to my place?”. A familiar tingle shot between my legs. Before allowing the whispers of sanity to sink in I spoke a simple “yes”. He said he’d meet me outside in 20mins. Making my way back to my friends I wondered what I would tell them. We were all friends, my husband and I, along with them and their spouses. I couldn’t let them suspect anything.

“I think I drank too much. I’m gonna call it a night and head home.” I lied out my ass.

“You need one of us to drive you?” “You ok girl?” “You ok to drive?” They all asked at once.

“No no I’m fine…. Just a headache… Y’all have fun.” Once again lying to my friends.

They told me to be safe and hugged me goodbye. Finally I walked out of the bar into the cool night air, just what I was getting myself into I wasn’t sure.

Following him to his place I started to feel a panic. No it was more than a panic. I was already feeling tinges of guilt, I was terrified, yet there was also need and excitement mixed in. I hadn’t felt wanted like this in so long! Walking toward the front door I thought “this is it, you can still turn around and leave, no harm done” but then he turned to look at me with a wicked smile on his face, pushed open the door and ushered me in. When I heard the lock click I felt a sudden wave of nausea. My whole body shook lightly, standing there in this stranger’s living room.

He didn’t say much. We both knew we weren’t there for small talk. He walked to a nearby desk and pulled a bag from the drawer. He began forming lines. He snorted one line then another. Looking back at me he asked “you want some?”. Besides the joint earlier, I hadn’t done drugs (especially hard drugs) in many many years. Without thinking further I said “sure”.

He handed me the rolled up bill. I snorted half a line in my right nostril, then the other half with my left. My sinuses were on fire. He snorted two more lines and handed the bill back to me once again. I was barely able to finish my second line. The taste in the back of my throat nearly making me gag. He offered me a soda which I gladly accepted. I took a few sips, feeling more at ease with the drugs seeping into my system. He wasted no more time and took me in his arms and began kissing me hard.

Without warning his tongue was probing my mouth. Clothes were coming off quickly, thanks in large part to him. I was practically paralyzed in shock of what I was allowing to happen. Now completely naked, I felt his hands roam my body. My hands followed suit and I found myself touching him as he was touching me. The drugs were really hitting me; it was becoming hard to focus. Next thing I knew I was on my knees with his hard cock down my throat. I sucked like there was no tomorrow. He grabbed the back of my head and began fucking my mouth till he shot his first load deep down my throat. I continued sucking till I was sure I’d drained him.

He then sat me on the couch and knelt between my legs. His hands ran up my thighs, over my tummy, on up to my large breasts. He squeezed them while taking turns flicking first one nipple then the other. His hands remained on my breasts as his head traveled down to my pussy. My nails dug into his back as he licked and sucked me to orgasm. I moaned out loud as I shook with pleasure.

Not giving me a moment to catch my breath, he quickly wrapped his arms under my legs bringing my ass to the edge. In one thrust his hard rod slid deep inside my soaking wet pussy. I grasped the fabric of the couch as he pounded me like an animal. Both of us grunting, moaning, screaming, and spewing every curse word imaginable.
After some time he stood, panting and pouring sweat. Instinctively I turned and positioned my knees near the edge with my ass high in the air. He took ahold of my hips and plunged back down deep in my cunt. My hands clung to the back of the couch as he fucked me into a fog. I was screaming out so loud my throat hurt and my mouth was dry. He slowed down to catch his breath. I took the opportunity and reached back to wrap my fingers around his cock to position the head at the entrance of my ass. He pushed the head in without much effort. I was no stranger to anal sex. Reaching for my tits, he began twisting and pulling my nipples as he steadily inserted his cock into my bowels. Once he was balls deep he retracted half way then proceeded to slowly fuck my ass.

“Harder! Fuck my ass harder!” It must have been the drugs talking.

He gladly obliged my demand. His hands returned to my hips as he started ramming my ass hard & deep. One hand slid from my hip to play with my clit. I was holding onto the couch for dear life as my second orgasm hit. “Oh my fucking God!!!!” His body tensed along with mine as he unloaded in my ass.

We were both spent for the time being and thus collapsed on the couch. My heart was pounding so hard I feared what kind of affect the mix of drugs and booze was having on my body. I was radiating heat and sweating profusely. I closed my eyes trying to regain control of my body. When my eyes opened he was handing me a wet hand towel to clean myself with. That cold wet rag felt amazing on my clammy skin. Meanwhile he went back to the table and snorted another two lines. This time he didn’t bother to ask if I wanted any, he just handed me the rolled up bill.
“Fine” I thought “just one more line.”

His hands were all over me before I could finish the line. His mouth assaulted mine as his hands grabbed the back of my thighs and lifted me up. We continued kissing as he walked us back to the couch. He sat down and I quickly got the hint. I held his tool and guided it into me. There was no going slow. This was all animal lust. My hands rested on his knees as I leaned slightly back and road him hard and fast. One thumb rubbed on my clit and the other my left nipple as his mouth found my right nipple.

It didn’t take long before I was approaching yet another orgasm. He wrapped his arms around me holding me as my whole body convulsed for what seemed like forever. Once it subsided I collapsed onto his chest. He rolled me over until I was pinned between him and the couch. He captured my wrists holding them above my head, plunged his tongue down my throat, and began his assault on my pussy. He ground his pelvis into mine harder and harder. After some time I felt him tense up, I knew it was coming soon. Sure enough a few more thrusts and I could feel his hot cum coating me from the inside. He stayed on top of me for a few moments catching his breath.

We unceremoniously cleaned ourselves, got dressed, he gave me his number, kissed me goodbye, and then walked me out.

It all sank in as I drove home. By the time I reached my house I felt beyond sick. As soon as I got out of my car I couldn’t hold back the vomit any longer. I puked till there was nothing left. Then I crept quietly into my home. Walking past the room my husband and I share I could see him there sleeping, unaware of what his wife had been up to.
I showered immediately. I couldn’t stand any traces of the stranger on me. I dressed in sweats. I couldn’t bring myself to get in bed next to my trusting husband. Instead I sat in the rocking chair on the front porch. I chain smoked my way to sunrise, until my husband came looking for me.

“What’s wrong? Why are you out here?” he asked concerned.

I couldn’t speak. All I could do was cry…. Again. I thought I had no tears left but I was wrong.

“Baby what’s wrong? What time did you get in? How long have you been out here?” he reached out to hold me but I pushed him away. “Oh god baby you’re freezing! Tell me what’s wrong!”

I was crying harder and shaking my head “no”.

“Did something happen last night I should know about? When I couldn’t get ahold of you I tried your friends and they said you had left well before them…. Where were you?? Talk to me, you’re freaking me out!!!” He sounded almost panicked.

“I …. I …. I’m …. Sorry …. “ It was barely a whisper.

“Sorry for what? You are scaring me baby!” Tears were forming in his eyes now. “Please tell me!” I could tell he was trying to stay calm.

“I …. Can’t… I’m so …. So sorry …. “ I was blubbering between sobs.

“Did you do something last night?” I could tell he didn’t want to ask, part of him probably didn’t want to know.

All I could do was cry and shake my head “yes”.

He took a deep breath, pausing and preparing himself for his next question.

“Did you sleep with someone?” His voice was shaking and tears rolled down his perfect face.

I shook my head “yes” and just repeated “I’m so sorry!” My eyes were like fountains.

What he did next surprised me. He held me tight, rubbing my back, comforting me. “It’s all gonna be ok. We’ll get through this I promise. I love you baby.”

My brain was so confused by this. I was relieved, but this made no sense. He should be angry. He should be yelling. Call it women’s intuition if you will, but I just knew something was off…. How right I turned out to be…

She was 19 years old and she had me salivating from the moment she walked up to me in the bar and said, “Wanna fuck my shaved teen pussy?” What the hell did she think I would say? No? She knew damn well what I would say.

She led me out to her car and I got in the front seat. But I was really surprised when she climbed in the back seat and pulled up her skirt and said, “How are you going to fuck me from way up there?” I tell ya, it took all of about 10 seconds for me to get my ass back there and get my pants down around my ankles. She was already fingering her shaved teen pussy and I could tell even in the dim light of the parking lot that she was juicy wet.

Now normally, I’d be down there getting a taste of that sweet shaved teen pussy but this obviously wasn’t the place for it and she obviously was not in the mood for it. My cock was rock hard and I rubbed the tip of it against her slit, getting it nice and wet with her juices. And then I slid it in nice and slow. Her twat was so hot and wet and her pussy sucked it right in. She knew exactly what she wanted and she wasn’t having any of this taking it slow business. She wanted me deep inside her now and she wasn’t having anything less. She grabbed my ass and pulled me into her with a little groan that made me even more excited.

Fine, I figured. This little slut wanted to get fucked? Well, that is exactly what she was going to get. I started pounding her just like she wanted and the car started rocking. She pulled her legs towards her so I could see every inch of my cock as I slammed it into her shaved teen pussy again and again. Her eyes were closed and she seemed to be really intent on working towards a good orgasm. With each thrust of my cock her pussy muscles tightened around my shaft and she gave a little groan. I couldn’t believe how lucky I was that night. I got a hot teen twat to fuck and I didn’t even have to work for it.

Turns out the slut was multi-orgasmic. She came once and as I was about to let go a load of jism inside her she said, “Don’t you dare fucking cum yet! Keep fucking me!” I reached up under her shirt to find no bra and a perfect pair of little titties.

“You want more?” I asked as I pinched her nipples.

“Yes, yes…”

She seemed to like it rough so I pinched and pulled at those hard peaks, trying hard not to cum yet. I was really fighting it but I didn’t have to for long.

“Yes, almost, yes, that’s it…” she was muttering.

Her second orgasm was much more explosive than the first and she actually screamed as she came. Her shaved teen pussy was dripping with her juices and spasming around my dick and that was about as much as I could take. I came hard.

As I got out of the car my buddies that I had deserted earlier were coming out of the bar and looking around the parking lot.

“Dude, what the hell happened to you?”

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you,” I said.

 

 

As you walk into the room, I sneak up behind you, and put my hands gently over your mouth. As you start to panic, I whisper into your ear. “Don’t be afraid. Just do exactly as I say, exactly how I say. Do you understand?” I can feel the smile begin under my hand as you nod your agreement. You know that the evening should be quite enjoyable. I pull my hand away from your mouth, and run it gently over the back of your neck, as I move towards the chair. “Don’t move a muscle until I tell you to.” I sit. I watch your breathing. I admire the curves of your body, the swell of your breasts, so firm and plump. The gentle roundness of your abdomen. The shape of your hips, the strength in those wonderful legs. The gentle smile that plays on your face, as you begin to imagine what I have in store for you this evening.

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“Unbutton your blouse, slowly. Do not remove it until I tell you.” Your hands slowly make their way to the first button, caressing your breasts slightly as they reach it. You undo each one as if it were a delicate flower, ever so gently freeing it from the hole. As your blouse slowly falls open, I can see the flesh underneath begin to appear. I smile, as I realize you are wearing my favorite purple bra. “Put your hands down. Don’t touch yourself at all. Just stand there, for now.” You lower your hands to your sides, wondering what is next. “Unfasten your skirt, and let it slide slowly down to your ankles, and then kick it away.” Your hands fumble with the zipper slightly, but you manage to get it loose. As it slips down your legs, I see the matching panties are on as well. Again, I smile. “Come over here, and get on your knees before me.” Read more

This is a true account of an event that my wife and I shared a few years back. My wife and I had been married about 16 years at this point. We had often discussed my desire to watch her fucking and sucking other men. Over the years there have been some opportunities but nothing ever materialized. At least not up until the story that I’m about to relay. My wife was 32 at the time. She was attractive then and I must say that she is more attractive now. She is about 5’6” and 125 pounds, very nice and suckable breasts with large nipples, smooth white thighs that lead to a very sweet and moist pussy, and a small cute ass. She’s very talented in the bedroom. An excellent cocksucker and the biggest turn on is watching her getting herself so hot as she sucks a hard cock. It always makes her pussy so wet. Anyways… on with the story.

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One evening we ended up at a nightclub called JW’s. We often went there so my wife could dance the night away and for me, to watch her with other men. In the previous times that we went there she was often hit on by both black and white men. Like I said before she never acted. Although there was one time that she got picked up by two sailors and as soon as they found that she was married, they chickened out. On this faithful night the place was packed. We must of got there a bit late. We got ourselves some drinks, my wife loves kalua and milk, and basically found a place to stand. We ended up near the back next to a bar that was not being used. From this vantage point I could easily see the dance floor. My wife was in the mood to dance. Leaving her purse and drink with me she headed out to find herself a dance partner. I soon spotted her hauling a guy to the floor. The crowd swallowed them up quickly and I just continued to sip on my beer. A few minutes later, probably enough time to dance a couple of songs, my wife returned. She then relayed to me that the guy she was dancing with was very drunk and could barely walk, let alone dance. Read more

Hot and sweaty from yard work, Ralph answered the phone on the fifth ring. His realtor, Midge, said that she had a hot property for him to look at, if he could do it today. The timing was bad. She was leaving town, and then he was leaving town. Ralph was afraid he would lose out if he wasted time. Midge got another realtor, Juanita, to show him the house, but only if he could leave immediately, sweaty clothes and all. Ralph agreed. The drive went quickly; Ralph imagined all sorts of wonderful things about the house and lost himself in fantasy until he was almost there. When he pulled up the drive, there was a brand new Monte Carlo in the driveway and a woman leaning against the fender. The sun behind her, he saw her first in relief and her figure was striking. She wore a short, tight fitting dress, spike heeled shoes, and was well endowed both in her bosom and her butt. When he got out of the car she sauntered toward him.

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“I’m Juanita,” she said offering her hand. “Ralph,” he said as they shook. He couldn’t help but notice her bright smile and the play of her copper lipstick against her olive colored skin. Her long dark hair was streaked with blonde highlights. “Follow me.” Ralph was oblivious to the view that the house offered, the well kept lawn and bushes because he was watching Juanita’s plump rump wiggle and jiggle as he followed her up the walk and into the house. By the time they reached the front door, he was salivating, barely able to keep from sticking his hand under her dress and grabbing her ass. His loose shorts had a prominent tight spot in the crotch. She turned around and it was clear by the look on her face that she saw the effect that she was having on him. Juanita smiled. “Why don’t we start with the upper floor. I’m sure that you’ll like it; it has a lot to offer.” Read more

The temperature was at least 100 degrees that day and everyone was hot. Jane was especially hot because she was dressed in a blouse, skirt, and stockings. She carried a leather brief case and headed for work. She lived alone and slept alone. When I say alone, I mean ALONE. No clothes! Little did she know that wearing no bra and underwear would be so sensuous and revealing. Sweat poured from her every gland and she was thoroughly satisfied. When she entered her building she was hit with cold air which shocked her. She casually entered the elevator, which was empty.

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It wasn’t until now that she realized her blouse stuck to her, fully exposing her breasts and nipples which were fully erect. This excited her so much, she had to stick her hand down her stockings and feel her wet, slick, pussy. The elevator stopped at the fifth floor, even though she was going to the tenth floor. A tall, dark haired man walked in, dressed in a business suit. He caught glimpse of her sweat-soaked shirt and smiled. She knew he was becoming hard, and she enjoyed it totally, by licking her teeth to make it worse. She then, as it hit the tenth floor, dropped her briefcase in front of her. She bent over to pick it up, sticking her ass way in the air showing it off. She felt his hard cock, fully dressed, push against her tight, wet ass. If the door hadn’t opened, they would have gone further. She smiled at him and he smiled back. Then she exited the elevator. Jane walked down the hall to a door which read: “Hosmon & Williams Law.” She entered, and walked past the reception desk, where the secretary, who was on the phone, nodded at her. Jane walked to the other end of the room and walked into the door on the right. Read more