They had been working on the system for twenty-one straight hours now. It was finally up and running; their client, a large banking law firm, wanted the in-house system plugged into a banking information network and a huge legal database. The conversion had taken over four hundred thousand dollars worth of hardware and software, in addition to three weeks of work, and in the end Ryan thought that it would have been simpler just to order every single piece of shit in the IBM catalog that would fit inside the cabinet and load it onboard. And now the computer was getting ready to entangle itself into an international 24-hour database. The Brain would never shut off again; now, it was going through a self-test, getting ready to read market data, scan the newspapers, and watch the local trouble spots in locations around the world where the firm had clients. Its huge main monitor was split into sixteen screens, one screen for each communication controller operating in the building. Ryan was trying to give each of them in turn something approaching his immediate and undivided attention.

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He was having trouble concentrating, however. His software engineer, Kelly, was a sweet young thing just out of MIT…young, blonde, beautiful, and brilliant. She showed a decided preference for working in sweats, and since the machine room was cooled to 68 Fahrenheit, sweats were comfortable. But while she and Ryan were hooking up the cabling on a replacement unit, and now again as they crowded in front of the monitor to watch The Brain do its setting-up exercises, they had been working in close quarters. And Ryan had found himself meditatively studying the curves of her beautiful, firm ass underneath her crimson sweatpants. Wondering what it would be like to nibble on her neck, near her hairline, with her on all fours… With an effort, Ryan snapped out of this pleasant fantasy. The console beeped, signaling the end of the self-test. “Is it ready to connect now?” asked Kelly. Read more

My wife Lisa is 27 years old. She is 5’4, 112 lbs, 36c-23-32, brown hair, green eyes and a shaved pussy. She also loves cock–Black cock. She has been fucking Black men with my consent since we first got together when she was 19. I love watching and she loves being watched. We are a perfect match. Here’s something that happened on a lazy Sunday afternoon three weeks ago. Lisa took up jogging recently, doing about four miles a day. She was complaining she needed new sneakers. We decided to go to the mall to get her a pair. And then we were going to the video store to rent a XXX video to watch at home. That was the plan. That is not what happened. Lisa usually wears silk panties, especially when she thinks she might have a chance to tease someone. Shoe salesmen are obvious targets. So she donned a pair of nearly see-through panties, a tube top without a bra, and a mini- skirt. On the way she said she hoped there would be a Black salesman because she especially liked to tease Blacks and then amaze them by taking them on. She hadn’t fucked a Black man in over a month and was anxious to get it on with one soon. She started fingering her pussy on the way to the mall giving a couple of truckers a little unexpected treat. Needless to say, she was extra-horny.

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It was about 4 PM when we got to the mall. It closes at 5:30 PM on Sundays so we had to move fast. Lisa, horny as she was, couldn’t bring herself to buy a pair quickly and get home for the XXX fun. We went to five stores and time was flying. It was 5:10 when we reached the Foot Locker. As we walked in Lisa noticed that there were four young Black guys running the store. She asked me if I was up for some fun. I asked her what she had in mind. She said that she was going to flash one of the young Black guys and try to get him to let her suck him off after closing. I said it was okay with me. A guy about 19 came up to us as soon as we walked in and asked us if he could help us. Lisa said she was looking for jogging shoes and asked him if they had a good selection. He said they sure did and offered to measure her feet. Lisa sat down and pulled up the little foot stool shoe salesmen use and began measuring her right foot. Lisa spread her legs a little so he could see the crotch of her panties. You should have seen his face. She just smiled and asked him if her size for running shoes was 7C. He said, “Yes, ma’am, but I ought to measure the other foot too.” Of course he was just prolonging things so he could check her out. Remember they were starting to close up. Lisa signaled her interest in him by spreading her legs rather blatantly when he lifted up the left foot. He got a good look at her see-through panties. Read more

To Dean it was just another adventure. His wealthy parents had died in a car crash a few years back. Dean was happy to let his older brother run the family business. He lived quite happily off his share of the dividends and interest from the family fortune. He was twenty-five and didn’t have any plans of settling down soon. Why should he? He was rich. He could do whatever he wanted and if he fell, well, money has a way of making sure you always land on your feet. Dean was a cat man and he knew it, in fact he reveled in it. He’d grabbed the flight to Lukla on a whim. He’d been in Katmandu and decided to do some exploring. Dean knew he was in no shape to take on Mt. Everest or any other monsters in the Himalayas but figured it would be fun to poke around the foothills. He’d slipped a hippie girl in Katmandu a Franklin after sleeping with her and she’d given him the name of a guide named Dorjee who worked out of the Namche Bazaar. She claimed he’d be perfect for Dean’s needs.

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The cab ride from the primitive Lukla airport to the Namche Bazaar was bumpy and adventurous. Dean got out of the cab stiff and bruised. Fortunately, it didn’t take him too long to find Dorjee, everyone seemed to know him and their directions were good, even if their English was a bit shaky. The little guy wasn’t much older than Dean and he seemed horrified by Dean’s total lack of gear. Dean pulled out five Franklins and Dorjee just stared at him. When he added five more, Dorjee nodded his assent. When Dean asked about a hotel for the night, Dorjee just shook his head negatively. Dean found Dorjee’s home primitive but clean. He found Dorjee’s wife, Sanguru, just about the most attractive little thing he’d ever seen. Her big brown eyes stared out of a face that combined the best features of her Tibetan and Indian blood. Her beautiful eyes were slightly slanted, her flawless skin was light brown, and her long, black hair was tied back. A colorful sari that did nothing to conceal her ripe round curves was wrapped around her sexy body. Dean couldn’t keep his eyes off her as she moved around fixing dinner. She giggled at his jokes. Dorjee merely grunted. Read more

This is to let all of the husbands out there know that watching your wife have sex with another man is not all it’s cracked up to be. My wife and I have been married to each other for almost 25 years now. We were both virgins when we got married so neither one of us had ever been with another person before. We were both in High school when we met and we got married just after we graduated. I guess my fantasizing about watching her have sex with another man started when we met and I read story after story in the Penthouse Forum about men who loved to watch their wives have sex with other men. They all said how big a turn on it was for them, so naturally it became a big turn on for me. I first mentioned it to my wife about 15 years ago and she wasn’t too keen on the idea. I kept mentioning it inter- mittently to her over the years and then about 5 years ago brought the subject up more and more often. Then in the last year or so, that is all I would talk about when we had sex. She was never very hot on the idea but she was warming to the point where one night she finally said she would do it for me if this is what I really wanted her to do.

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I assured her that there is nothing I wanted more so she said ok. Friday night was our anniversary so I decided to go through with it. I called her from work and told her that because this was our anniversary, that I wanted her to be dressed very sexily for me when I got home. She said yes, little knowing that I was going to be bringing someone home with me. After work I stopped by a bar not far from our home and went in to find someone who could help me out with my fantasy. It wasn’t long before I struck up a conversation with a big guy that was obviously a body builder. I could tell by the size of the bulge in his tight pants that he had a tool big enough to handle what I wanted to see. After telling him what I wanted him to do, he obviously readily agreed. Read more

This is a real story that happened to me recently. I fucked one of my online chat women. She is really very hot. We started chatting about 4 years ago and had reached that level of chatting where we couldn’t wait to meet each other. Let me tell you about her she is from UK, very hot about 5′ 5″, little overweight and full of lush, 36C boobs and very edible lips. You could easily get infatuated with her if you start chatting to her or ever see her boobs on the cam. She has always been looking for a chance to come to India to see me; I am working as a Financial Manager for an International company in Calcutta. I told her that my name is Vinay Rohit Agarwal as I could not give her my real identity as I am married too. Recently she told me that her husband is going away for business for about 4 weeks and that she will be alone. So she convinced her husband to let her go to India for the holidays while he is going away to Japan for business. She called me on my mobile and told me about her plans; I could not wait to see her. While she was coming to India to see me I had a business trip to France and I was just coming back from the trip, I changed my tickets via Bombay so that I could meet her. I told her that I can’t believe that she actually managed to get away like this and come to see me. She was excited and a bit scared at the same time. She arrives at the airport and there I was waiting for her with a bunch of flowers and a chauffer driven expensive car. I was going to take her to the hotel and from there we’ll decide what to do. I booked one double bed room at a nearby hotel.

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She told me that she was always attracted to me as she liked big men and that since day one she wanted to fuck me “Let me get that.” As I grabbed her luggage, she smiled and let me help her. Both of us went to the hotel as we went up the elevator, I put my arms around her waist stretched enough to feel her boobs, I’ve wanted to meet you since the first time we started chatting . She too mumbled something like I also wanted to meet you. They entered the room. I reminded her that it was my birthday few days ago and that I wouldn’t want to miss out on the Birthday kiss. As she came a bit closer to give me a small kiss on my cheeks, without giving her enough time, I pulled her towards me and started french kissing, I opened her mouth with my tongue and started exploring her mouth our tongues met. My hands were already exploring all over her body and grabbing and pressing her juicy large boobs, as I was playing with them my hand went under her top and I felt her skin, I slightly pinched her nipples. She couldn’t handle this and she pushed me away lightly, she was soaking wet with this move. Read more

I was glad to be leaving for the Airport to go to my Parents House in Baroda. For four days I was wanting to leave, I could only go when my husband went out of town on a Business Trip. The New Housekeeper Suresh was coming to drop me brightened my mood. We caught a cab. We drove on through the unrelenting rain for about an 2 hours. The driver stopped the cab. And said it was impossible to go further, nor could we go back. I was concerned. “What can we do?” I asked. “We can not go back home. We had drove through running water, which could be much deeper now,” I thought emphatically. We can stay in a hotel nearby on the highway. Rain was still pouring. Deep in my heart, I wanted to. My husband often cheated on me while I was away. I wanted to do the same and also experience the Pleasure, my husband has experienced many a times. We came to a Hotel & checked in. I went into the bathroom to freshen up. Back in my room, I found a simple, White Sleeveless see through Top in my hand bag. I changed removed all my wet clothing including my undergarments and wore the Top. The Contours of my Dark BIG BOOBS with ERECT NIPPLES, normally even clearly visible with a bra on would give anyone a HARD ON, since I always wore Skin Tight Tops, as I always wanted to SHOW OFF my TITS, now could be visibly seen. To top it off my clean shaved underarms would give anyone a instant hard on. The boarder of my HAIRY PUSSY could be seen through the cloth. At that time, I did not notice that Suresh was watching like a panting Dog.

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I asked for coffee from the room service and some light dinner for both..I inquired about the flight and was told all flights were canceled and I would be rebooked for the early morning flight..After dinner, we sat on a big, comfortable twin sofa. Our shoulders, hips, and legs touching. Suresh’s arms were touching my BIG BOOBS, I could feel a current pass through my Hard NIPPLES, I cupped Suresh’s bare thigh and could feel his his long, black cock, hanging down along his thigh in his shorts. My heart melted, and My pussy twitched. I watched with fascination as Suresh’s prick stretched and lifted away from his leg,  horizontal, until it stood upright, nearly touching his belly button. Eight inches or so, I estimated. Yet Both pretended not to notice. I wanted to take a shower. I was burning from inside, my Pussy was WET and HOT.  I  was fascinated and savoring the feeling of Suresh’s strong, young manhood within me. In the bathroom, I removed my Top, trying to figure out how to start the hot water. I was fantasizing about Suresh, but was trying to convince myself that this is WRONG, only then did I realize that the inevitable can not be avoided. SLEEPING WITH SOMEONE ELSE. But the Devil within me convinced me by telling myself : WHY SHOULD GUYS ALWAYS HAVE THE FUN…Easier said than done. Read more