After our time with Mary, we hung around the cottage making breakfast and talking. Around noon, I asked if you wanted lunch at the yacht club. We put on our swimsuits and T-shirts and headed for lunch. We had burgers and fries and rested at our table. We headed for the club beach, got towels from the beach boy and spread out on the sand. When you took your T-shirt off, I saw you had a new white tiny bikini. We went in for a dip and when we came out, I saw that your new bikini had become transparent. You walked over to the beach boy, flaunting your transparent suit. I saw you talking to him and occasionally touching and leaning into him. He looked dazzled by your attention. You came back to me and said that there's a beach party tonight at midnight and we're invited. I looked at you and said, "Cradle robber." I asked you if you were going to fuck him. You turned over, humped the sand and murmured, "Cradle Robber." We went to the yacht club for dinner. You wore a skirt that was as short as a skating skirt, no underwear and a white T-shirt with gaps at your breasts. There were banners over the bar announcing, 'Mardi Gras' night. We had a delicious gumbo dinner and a little too much wine. During dinner the band played New Orleans Jazz music. When the dance music started, I took you in my arms to the dance floor. I was murmuring sweet nothings in your ear and your skirt was so short I could feel your bare mound. We went back to our table. The man I had seen finger-fucking you …
Jade the Dancer
Chapter One Jade hummed a light melody to herself as she put her makeup on. It was an unusually balmy night but the strip club's air conditioning was turned up high. Her tiny brown nipples were hard, poking through the fabric of her skimpy yet classy outfit. Picking up the brush, she brushed her raven-black hair and added some hair gel, watching it glitter as the length swayed gently along her shoulders. She loved keeping it back so as to show off her high cheekbones. Though she was truly exquisite looking, she was careful to never let it get to her head. This made her even more desirable to the men around her, since her sweet personality shined through her raw sensuality. She loved to dance seductively and show off her athleticism. Jade had the hottest and tightest heart-shaped ass most men had never seen. She had regular customers who happily paid top dollar to spend private time with her in the steamy back rooms of the club. Jade yawned and put on some deodorant. Her twenty-first birthday was coming up soon and she wondered how she should celebrate. She was not a drinker, having never touched a drop in her young life and she didn't plan to anytime soon. Jade needed to stretch her limber body before the stunts of pure sexuality she was about to perform. She spread her legs wide and planted them firmly. She bent down, her leg muscles pulling tight, her heart-shaped ass spreading wide. She lifted herself and stretched her torso side to side, her taut A-cups twisting with her …
Sex Games #9
Our last adventure was with the two young men we had picked up cruising. We took them to a local hotel and Carol had sex with them while I watched. Now that we were at home our adventurous sexual lifestyle had to be more discrete. We were both socially active people in the community and held somewhat prominent jobs. We continued to go to parties and community events, looking to see if an opportunity for an adventure would present itself. Our sexual adventures had become very important to us and our relationship. We had done so many different things, group sex, lesbian sex, gay sex, double and triple penetrations, on beaches, yachts and in Jamaica. Through it all we had a deeply loving marriage. We went to a party the next weekend. Carol wore a gossamer summer dress with no underwear. She danced with several men and always humped them and gave them noticeable erections. Mark, our first sexual adventure and the person she had sex with our first weekend home, was there. He danced with Carol and his hands were all over her on the dance floor. They came back to me all hot and bothered. Carol gave me a questioning look. I took her aside and said, "There can't be any continuing sexual relationships. I don't want you with Mark again. I won't risk losing you." Carol and I danced the next slow song. She looked at me and asked, "Are you jealous? There can be no other love in my life than you." I couldn't explain my sudden feelings of insecurity or the painful realization that some of …
Just Sex: Aronne and Rosaline
Rosaline locks her arm in mine and I walk her up the steps. I cast a sideways glance at the woman that my mother grew up with and who had a large part in raising me; the woman who has been the object of my sexual fantasies since I hit 16 and began to be driven by sexual desire. I enter the building and walk past the first few doors until I reach #123. I pull out my key and unlock the door. I open it and let Rosaline in first. She walks in and I close and lock the door behind us. She sits down on my loveseat and pats the space next to her. I sit down and she makes her move. Rosaline lays her head on my shoulder and dances her delicate fingers across my chest. I wrap one arm around her and give her a one-handed hug. She slides her arms around my abdomen and pulls herself onto me. She lets go and her head rests in my lap, looking up at me with her chocolate brown eyes. My cock begins to harden under her and I can only hope that she doesn't feel my cock against the back of her skull. I can't avoid her gaze, so I stare into her beautiful eyes. She conveys a strong message through her eyes and I can't help but to oblige. She reaches up and clutches the collar of my suit jacket and pulls me down into a passionate kiss, not like the brief kiss we shared earlier today. I wrap my arms around her, holding her to my chest. She smiles and softly bites my bottom lip. I begin to readjust myself on the loveseat, sliding underneath her. She lays her hands on my chest, pushing me slightly. I …
Sues girlfriends trick her to go to sex club
Sue’s friends had told her about this club while she was extremely relaxed. Relaxed as in a couple of bottles of wine and more than one roll your own with a generous portion of wacky, so it was not surprising that she had been interested and even willing to give it a try. The girls had told her that she would have to dress up in something really sexy, something which allowed the men to get at her body, which was the whole point in going because once she entered, she was signalling that she was available to whoever wanted her for whatever they fancied doing to her. They told her they would keep close and make sure she was OK and told her about the fantastic times they had had on previous visits and how good the atmosphere was and how the sex was really good as only keen performers would go as they had to perform in public so needed to be very confident. The girls were keen to get her to the club as they wanted to see her stripped and fucked as they had each been, watched by the male members of the group who would meet them there but keep out of the way until the fun started. The men had been especially keen to see Sue stripped and in action as she had a very sexy manner, a good figure, being 5’7” tall, shoulder length blonde hair, tits which bounced nicely as she walked and a slim waist with rounded hips. She worked out at the gym and used the sunbeds so she was in good condition and they had often discussed what she would be like underneath her clothes. What they would later …
Sexual Awakening – 2
Since Little Kyle was eight years old, he found some interest in wresting, the fake big time TV show kind. Mainly thanks to his cousin, Phillip, for being a fan since WWF while Kyle went the other way and always watched WCW. Least it always made hang out days interesting when they threw each other around like the superstars they loved. But over the years it wasn't just the different shows, nor the superstar wrestlers that made the two argue. It was the Divas. Philip loved Trish Stratus, naming her the hottest one of them all. Hell, he even had her poster right over his bed. While Kyle's affection was for Stacy Keibler. And boy when they slapped on the Diva dancing on the main menu of the first Smackdown vs Raw game, Kyle loved unlocking the underwear version and watched Stacy's model dance on his screen. With a part of him honestly wishing that from the times he masturbated to it; WWE would see it and send Stacy Keibler to his house to have sex with him. Such a cute delusional kid, he is. One day while the two were playing, Phillip's character once again kicking Kyle's ass. "Come on! It's so unfair, you keep on kicking me, and he game won't let me up!" Kyle shouted, ready to throw the PS2 controller. "Not my fault you can't remember how to counter. Come on, got tired of saying 'Oof' for your guy?" Phillip grinned at him, making fun of the noise Kyle made every time his own character landed a hard hit on the other. They kept tapping and swirling the controller button and …
Sex games #6
The next morning we were relaxing on the deck. We both wore our usual outfit, T-shirts and bare bottoms. I said to Carol, "I never imagined a night like last night, with Billy." I looked over the lake. I called Carol over to look at the beach. She saw Billy and smiled. I said, "We gave him the best night of his life." I stood behind Carol and nestled my prick between her ass cheeks. I got a little hard but was still recovering from all of our adventures yesterday. We discussed what to do today. We decided to laze around all day. We had lunch at the cottage and took a long restful nap. We decided to go into the village for dinner. The village was very upscale, it had fancy shops, fine restaurants and beautifully kept buildings. We went into a fancy pub for dinner. We sat at the bar and had a drink while we waited for our table. Dinner was fantastic, simple steak and potatoes. After dinner a small trio started playing dance music. We got up and swayed to a slow song, enjoying the feel of each other's body. I nudged Carol and gestured toward the dance floor. More than half the couples were same sex. After the dance we went back to our table. A woman approached the table, introduced herself as Mary, and asked Carol to dance. They went out on the dance floor and wrapped their arms around each other. I could see Mary whispering in Carol's ear while she was caressing Carol's back. The dance ended with them in a passionate kiss. When Carol came back to the table her face was flush …
Riviera Rave Sex Vacation (Part 3)
A few days later, we had to give the yacht back, but we still had some time left in the small villa up in the hills. It wasn't huge, but it had a nice patio overlooking the Riviera with enough privacy to continue wearing absolutely nothing 24/7. We kept up with our young friends as well, and they invited us to the rave club where Patrick and his partner, Dimitri, were DJing. We had been pretty casual the whole trip, but I looked forward to the chance get a little dressed up. Tom looked super sexy and under-the-radar in black, drawstring linen pants, an open black linen shirt and espadrilles. I wore a black, backless, halter minidress and 5" studded black pumps. Neither of us wore anything underneath. We didn't even leave the house until 10:30pm and met up with Karine at the warehouse/club on the outskirts of town at 11. The week we were around Karine she always wore the same revealing tank top and jean shorts, though her feet ran the gamut from beautifully bare to flip flops to tonight's incredible 6" heel, black, roman sandals that laced all the way up to her knees. The place was maybe half full as we entered, but it seemed we got there just ahead of the rush because it filled in quickly. We used the few quiet moments to partake of the free flowing alcohol and claim a good spot near Patrick and Dimitri's DJ booth. The vibe was very inclusive, despite our lack of tatts and piercings – though earlier in the trip, I had reinstalled my tongue stud for fun. Karine discovered …
Sex games #2
My wife and I got involved in a sex game a few months ago. See Sex Games #1. We are a very social couple and go to a lot of parties. At one particularly wild party we went skinny dipping. My wife and I danced naked in the pool. At the end of our dance a friend of ours, Tom, asked if My wife would dance with him. They danced naked and he rubbed his prick all over her. She danced a second time with Tom. She put her arms around his neck, her head on his shoulder and gave him soft kisses on his neck. They ended the dance with a passionate kiss. My emotions were racing out of control – jealousy and turned on. We went to a number of parties where my wife got even bolder dancing with men. She always went without underwear. Eventually this led to us inviting Tom back to our house. Tom and my wife had mad passionate sex while I watched. It had been a wild and sexually charged evening. We loved it. It brought us closer together. We held hands, gave random hugs and said lots of 'I love you's. The memories were burned into our heads. They fueled our sex talk and fantasies. Carol would be moaning and talking dirty about fucking other men. We wanted to do it again, but the right situation never happened. For our vacation that year we decided to rent a cottage on a large deep lake. With the rental we got a temporary membership to the yacht club next to the cottage and the use of a float boat. We drove up on a Saturday afternoon. We decided to have our first dinner at the yacht club. …
Sex Games #8
After we got home from the cottage, Carol and I spent some hot times reminiscing about all of our adventures. The memories were very arousing and fueled our sex talk. Home, where we met, married, have a house and numerous social friends. Home is also where the sex games began. Carol has always been a scandalous flirt. She would dance with men while she was wearing scant clothes. She would mold her body to them and hump their legs. After she danced and flirted with the men, at home in bed, I would whisper to her, "Do you want to fuck him? Can I watch?" The turning point was at a party where everyone went skinny dipping. At that party Carol slow danced naked in the pool with a friend of ours, Mark, who rubbed his prick all over her. The dance ended in an open mouth kiss. After much hot bed talk, we took him home and they made passionate love while I watched. It was a life changing event. We both loved it. We knew that from then on, we would do it again and again. Our journey has taken us far from that first sex game. We had gone from a shared fantasy to a deeper loving relationship. Our sex games are much more daring than when we started, including double penetrations, sodomy, group sex, gay sex with both men and women and blatant exhibitionism. We loved it all and we loved each other more because of what we shared. Our first weekend home we went to a party with some of our social friends. Carol wore a scandalous outfit with a gauze halter top and a very short billowy skirt. …
Her Sexy Little Panties
Mitchell stood at the door of his bedroom watching his fiancé get ready for the party. She was slowly putting on her high heels and as she bent over her black dress was riding up her thighs. She was wearing this sexy little black dress with spaghetti straps. Kacie always looked great in anything, but tonight she looked amazing! Her jet-black hair was flowing and the dress hugged her curves in all the right places. She was wearing a strapless black satin bra and matching satin spaghetti sting bikini panties. Mitchell had watched her slid her tiny little panties on after she had showered, and it took all his willpower not to grab her and fuck her right there in the bedroom. Kacie stood up and smiled at Mitchell. Mitchell was practically drooling and as she glanced at his crotch she could see the outline of his cock against his dress pants. She had known Mitchell almost all her life and when they started dating after high school both sets of parents were happy that they finally realized they were meant for each other. "Ready to go baby?" Mitchell grinned as Kacie walked over, planting a light kiss on his nose before sliding past him to walk towards the door. Mitchell eyed her cute round butt and followed her out to the car. "So what’s this party for anyway?" "It's a party to celebrate Robert’s new partnership in the law firm. It's a big deal for him the guys, everyone’s fiancé and girlfriends who are supposed to tag along." Mitchell smiled as he patted her left hand, the …
Our polyamory life – part 3
John, Carol and I loved to go out dancing. There was a nightclub near us that had a live band Friday and Saturday nights. There were three levels of tiered seating surrounding the dance floor and bar. We always got on the third tier. Dancing and nightclubbing brought out the extravagant exhibitionist in Carol. She always wore scandalous clothes for dancing. Her favorite was a clinging very short black dress with deep cleavage and no bra. We would get there late in the evening. Sitting on the third tier gave Carol opportunities to flash her tits and underwear. She would sit facing the dance floor and keep crossing and uncrossing her legs and her dress would ride up higher and higher. When we ordered drinks she would lean forward and let her tits show. When Carol fast danced with anyone she would straighten her shoulders to emphasize her tits and move her hips in an obviously sexual manner. When she moved her hips the dress would flip up and her underwear showed. When she slow danced with anyone she would cling to them, mold her body to them and rub her mound against them. I loved watching her dance, especially with John when it always looked like they were having sex on the dance floor. There was a big hit that year from England. A very sexy slow dance. It was a perfect song for hot sweaty tight slow dances. When she and John danced to it, her nipples were hard, her legs were around his and her chest flush with desire. I could see her pressing her body into his and her …
Longing for her presence
The image of her face is still strong in my mind's eye. How can one forget such gorgeousness! It's been almost ten days since she jetted off to Singapore for work. Not unusual in her line of work and she can be gone for up to four weeks at a time, so she tells me. We met a few days before that in this newly opened noodle bar. I was checking her out. She was checking me out. She instantly laughed the moment she realised I was going to make a move on her. "Hi." I grinned "Hi." Her eyes locked onto mine as if to scrutinise my every thought. "I'm hitting on you." There was nothing else I could say without being obvious. It worked. She laughed and briefly glanced away. "Yes you are," came the reply. But she found it funny and we spent the next ninety minutes getting acquainted over some spicy chow mein. She had to finish off a report that night so we met up the following evening at the Latin quarter where we did some Bachata dancing – an even more sensual version of salsa. You might as well just call it dirty dancing! She had a body to die for. 36-C, perhaps D? A tight laced bra held her upper assets well in place and the semi open demin shirt exposed just enough to brighten anyone's days. A perfectly matched pendant hanging and directing attention to where it should, black khaki style hot pants and cowgirl ankle boots completed her sexiness. There was just enough legs on show and my goodness, they were toned and tanned. She looked smoking hot and she knew it. It was my first …
Brazilian Teenager, Part 2
This is a followup to the Brazilian teenage story I posted here recently. You may remember about some cock teasing by a group of teenage girls on the beach and then a little more intimate fun, by chance, in my apartment. Well, some time passed after the chance, but incredibly sexy, meeting with the girl. Giselle, as I found out her name, and there were no chance meetings. I even went to the beach as regularly as I could to try and accidentally see them, but no luck. They didn’t come back, so I became concerned that someone had spotted us and I was a few moments away from a beating. As with some things in life, just when you think all hope is lost, a twist of fate plays into the situation. In Brazil there are, for the want of a better English phrase, whore houses. There are not many, but in this city I knew a few. So one Friday I went along. The idea is you pay a fee at the door which gives you some beer vouchers in the club. There are a number of ‘private dance’ rooms and then a dance floor and bar upstairs. There are normally a lot of girls available, all dressed provocatively, and you choose a girl (if you want) and negotiate time with her in one of the rooms. Once done, you goto to the bar, tell them who you chose and pay the cash. Inside the room, well, dancing is not always what happens. So, there I was, I paid my money and went upstairs. Straight away a girl comes over, asks if you want a beer and takes one of the vouchers. She saunters back and starts to talk. This …
Candy For Valentines Day
We needed to get away so badly! We were so worn down by life's battles. Both of us were looking forward to reconnecting. As we prepared for our romantic getaway the sexual anticipation began to build. We were like teen agers planning to sneak away for a forbidden lovers romp. We arrived late on the day before Valentine's Day. As we were checking in I decided to tease Hubby with a little impromptu role play. As he approached the counter I assumed the air of an escort, touching him sensuously so onlookers might notice. I was sure that my blouse was unbuttoned just low enough that when I leaned into him my breasts could be eye candy for anyone daring to look. I found a chair, I sat with my legs crossed so to show the curve of my bare ass. I allowed my thighs to open slightly, permitting just a glimpse of my pouting pussy. As we boarded the elevator, I pressed my body into his, wrapping one leg around him. With my arms around his neck I kissed him full on the mouth until the doors opened on our floor. We barely got into our room before our clothes were flying! The next time we looked at the clock it nearly nine o'clock Valentines Day. We were to attend a happy hour as part of our package. So we mustered enough energy to separate our bodies and put on clothes. The happy hour was at a typical night club. I was feeling very sexy and adventurous. Hubby and I had shared fantasies as well as amazing sex over the last 24 hours. So I proposed that he take me to a club where I could …
Jamaican Resort Day 2
This is a 90% true story The next day we lazed around cuddling then did some sightseeing and shopping. When we got back to the room we got in the Jacuzzi. I got hard and started tit fucking. I started the dirty talk, reliving last night's fucking with Rasta and Fred. Carol flushed red and said, "I do like to fuck." I took Carol into the bedroom and got her vibrator and dildo. Her dildo is a large black rubber cock with big balls. I licked her cunt, lavishing my attentions on her clit. I lubed her dildo by sucking it in my mouth. Carol started fucking herself with the dildo. I lay down beside her and told her what a dirty girl she was, fucking other men in front of me, flashing her tits at single men and sucking black cock. Carol turned on the vibrator and started running it all over her cunt. I put some lube on my prick and started masturbating. We were still excited from last night. Carol started moaning and talking dirty, "Tell me you liked my fucking them, tell me, tell me." I said, "I loved it, I want you to do it again and again. I want you to fuck them all." My prick was hot and throbbing. I could feel the tension in my balls. Carol turned the vibrator up. Her tits were flushed red. Her dildo was soaked with her juices. She gasped and came, "Black cock, cum in meeee. I'm coming." Her dirty talk sent me over the edge. I spurted cum all over my self. I couldn't stop coming. We sunk back into the bed and savored our sexual moment. We napped. That night we had dinner at …
Joan #3
Joan and I flew home the morning after she had fucked Ted. We were both still excited about how it had turned out. That night we talked about it while we were having sex. Living out our fantasy had changed our sex lives for the better. Over the next few weeks, whenever we were horny, we'd talk about how to make it happen again. I had another business trip scheduled, this time to New Orleans. Joan said she'd love to come with me. The trip was on a late Wednesday flight. The plan was for me to work Thursday and Friday, then we would have some time to play. Joan spent Thursday in New Orleans, shopping, eating at a great Cajun restaurant and scouting for sex opportunities. We were alone at dinner that night and she told me about her day. She mentioned that she had heard about Mardi Gras and all the wild things that happened there. While she was talking, she got flushed and I asked her if it gave her any ideas. Joan said, "The idea of flashing my tits at a lot of strange men is very exciting. It makes me very hot." That night, we had hot sex at the hotel. I was talking about her flashing her tits and meeting some guy and wildly fucking him. Joan responded by grunting and talking dirty. "Look at my tits. look at my cunt. Ohhh, look at meee." We both came violently. We hugged, smiled at each other and drifted to sleep. On Friday, I worked all day. At dinner I asked, "How did the scouting go?" Joan said, "I found this club whose theme is Mardi Gras all year. Women flash their tits …
Ticket Girls – Raving Horny
If you think ticket girls sell vouchers for sightseeing tours or admission slips, you’re on the wrong track, though you’re not really to blame. No, ticket girls, that’s what we secretly used to call ourselves, we being Mona and me, Christy. It sounded a lot better than girls who spread their legs for drugs, but that’s basically what we did. Not that we had a problem with that. From Thursday to Saturday, the local raves were our playground. We’d dance through the night, lost in the hypnotizing beats of trance music thumping from the speakers and setting our blood boiling, so high on ecstasy and trips that our feet never touched the ground, floating on waves of pleasure and intensity. But seeing that both of us were notoriously broke and, I at seventeen and she a year younger, not really able to earn enough with side jobs to afford all that we craved, getting our fingers on all that fun stuff came with a different and slutty price. To pay that price, we had to be in the right mood – but mood, on rave nights, was much better with some of these tiny, saturated snippets of colorful paper and equally small pills. We had quickly convinced Tony, who ran our favorite Thursday club, that helping us get into that mood was a clever marketing decision by dressing our flimsiest and flirting like maniacs on the dancefloor. It was a win-win situation, for we got our stuff and Tony’s club a sexy reputation. It was in the middle of the summer when we entered the club at our usual time, both …
Difficult Boy Part. 2
Gretchen Chambers awoke to a pounding headache. She buried her face in the pillow against the painful brightness of the morning sunlight, cursing herself for the amount of booze she had put away last night. Last night… Slowly it came back to her. Her Birthday. Her divorce. The crowded nightclub. The pretty young guy on the dance floor. Making out in a dark corner. Wantonly letting him finger her right there with people all around. Asking him to come home with her… Despite the hangover, she smiled with satisfaction. Her body ached, but it was the good kind of ache, centered around the throbbing soreness between her legs that only came from a night of unbridled lovemaking. She could feel the crusty tightness of dried sex fluids on her skin. Her lover was snuggled up to her, spooning against her back with an arm thrown over and his hand clutching her breast. And something… Yes! His cock! Morning wood, nestled snugly into her ass cleavage, like a hotdog in its bun. She couldn't remember the last time she had woken up to morning wood. She reached back and slipped her hand between their bodies to stroke it gently with her fingertips, thrilling in its rigid virility. Immediately she felt a stirring in her loins. A soft moan sounded behind her. Perhaps a little morning sex was just the hangover cure she needed… Now she pushed the cock down, thrusting her hips forward to let the engorged head slide down the crack of her ass and between her legs. Her poor, abused vulva felt …
MILFs and Sons Ch 2 of 4
Although it was a little after 9:00 am I was the first one up the next morning and had just started the coffee when Cindy came into the kitchen in her nightgown and robe. We both had a guilty look on our faces when our eyes met, but the longer we looked at each other the broader our smiles became. We threw ourselves into each other’s arms for a hug and began to laugh hysterically. We finally calmed down, set the table and got the eggs and bacon out of the refrigerator in almost complete silence. We decided to wait until the boys came down to start cooking. The coffee was ready. I got up and poured two cups. I put one in front of Cindy and sat back down. I took a sip of coffee and stated to giggle. I looked over at Cindy and she had her hand over her mouth to try to stifle a laugh. I finally got up the courage to say something. “I can hardly believe we did what we did last night. What do we do now?” “I don’t know. I guess we will have to see if the boys still respect us this morning. By the way did Tony treat you okay last night?” “Stop with the jokes Cindy and yes your son was absolutely wonderful. You do know you broke the rule?” “I know Cat. But I also know if I stood naked in front of Brian with KY Jelly and a condom in my hand he would walk over and give me a kiss and say good morning, nice outfit. Then he would go over and ask Tony if he wanted to go surfing.” “Our boys would never have asked us for sex no matter how much we teased them. They would never disrespect the …
Im pregnant with my boyfriends moms boyfriends bab
We returned from our vacation and back to our normal routines. Still dating my boyfriend and fucking when we can. Still hanging out with his f****y and fucking his step dad. Fast forwarding thru a year of the same crazy shenanigans. We are graduates, off to college and grow up. I decided to go to a college 4 hours from home and my boyfriend is going to a college an hour away from home and 6 hours away from me. LIFE! Our graduating gift was a trip to europe, I was excited and we had a blast took lots of pictures and it was time to return. I had a week to myself before I moved, i hung out with my parents and siblings hung out one day with the boyfriend and his parents, I even stayed over (my parents were aware) we played games and laughed so much then everyone was asl**p, I had the guest bedroom downstairs, everyones bedrooms are upstairs. I was laying in the bed coming in and out of a light sl**p. I heard someone walking,thought someones is thirsty in the kitchen. Until the bedroom knob turned I couldnt see anything it was so dark, I was laying on my back head slightly lifted arms holding me up & i just heard a soft shhhhh, I chuckled as they craweled into bed directly between my legs lifting my ass and removing my underwear and digging his face into my pussy, i was suprised and excited with every tongue motion my body would squirm and the sensation exploded into his mouth as he continue to suck my pussy dry, he lifted himself up slipped his cock inside me, something felt …
Becoming A Cheating Wife (Part 2)
My stressful week ended with missed deadlines for two high priority new clients because of things out of my control and an uncomfortable one on one conversation with my boss, followed by bumper to bumper traffic. When I returned home, I wanted to do nothing other than put on a pair of my favorite comfy sweat pants, an old t-shirt. I wanted to order Chinese delivery so I could spend the rest of the night on the couch in front of the television. Unfortunately, Paul hadn’t put that into the night’s itinerary. My husband had planned a night out for me. Normally a good thing, but I wouldn’t call this a date, or anything even close to that. I don’t even know how to explain what he had planned for the night. I found a tiny black dress waiting for me on our bed. I picked it up and looked at it. It definitely didn’t come from my closet. I would’ve never bought it. Maybe back in college, but not now. I took a quick shower then tried it on anyways. I knew my husband would be disappointed if I didn’t. The designer didn’t make the dress for women like me. I could barely get it on, the whole time worrying that I would rip it and my husband wouldn’t be able to return it. It fit skin tight, showing off all of my curves and not in the sexy sort of way. I’d like to think I have all of the right curves still, however the tightness combined with the extremely low cut neckline made my front look like someone trying to relive their wild college years. Not to mention the backside that barely …
finally!!
IT TOOK SO LONG JUST TO GET HER TO MEET, BUT WITH TIME I KNEW I COULD EARN HER TRUST AND GET HER TO MEET ME IN A PUBLIC SETTING…Sam's All American Sports Grill WOULD BE THE PLACE…I GOT THERE AHEAD OF OUR SCHEDULED TIMEM FOUND A CORNER SPOT AND WAITED FORYOU TO ARRIVE… TO MAKE SURE I WOULD KNOW WHO YOU WERE, I HAD U WEAR A BRIGHT RED DRESS..BUT THERE WAS A CATCH, UPON ENTERING THE BAR, YOU WERE TO STOP AT THE DOOR, AND SAY TO THE BOUNCER "MY CHARIOTS AWAITS".. UPON SPEAKIN THOSE WORDS, HE e****tED YOU TO MY TABLE {I HAD XLIPPED HIM A TWENTY FOR HIS TROUBLE)..HE WALED YOU TO THE TABLE, THE LEFT, BUT THERE WAS ANOTHER CATCH, BEFORE YOU COULD SIT , YOU HAD TO ASK MY PERMISSION…AS YOU STOOD THERE LOOKING QUITE SEXY..YOU SAID " PATRICK?" I NOODED".. U SAID " MAY I SIT".. TO YOUR SHOCK I REPLIED " NOT YET".. NOW THERE YOU STAND WONDERING WHY I HAD REFUSED YOU A SEAT, WHEN IT WAS MY IDEA TO FINALLY MEET… I BROKE THE AWKWARD SLIENCE WITH A SIMPLE REQUEST " SMILE FIRST"..WITH AN UNCOMFORTABLE FEELING, U CRACK A SLIGHT SMILE…MY REPLY IS ONLY " PLZ SIT".. U SLIDE INTO THE BOOTH, AND NO SOONER YOU SIT, THAT I STAND…I BE RIGHT BACK AND I WALK AWAY…YOU CAN SEE ME ACROSS THE BAR, BUT NOTIC THAT IM IN NO HURRY TO RETURN…AFTER A FEW MOMENTS, YOU ARE FED UP WITH THE GAMES AND STORM PVER TO THE BAR TO GIVE ME A PIECE OF YOUR MIND, BUT JUST AS YOU OPEN YOU MOUTH TO SPEAK, I TURN TO YOU ITH A ROSE IN HAND…I SAY " I MISSED YOU" YOU LOOK PUZZLED AND ACCEPT MY PIECE OFFEING, I …
Chance Meeting
After a night out, we return to our hotel, but upon seeing the hotel club still open, we stop in for a couple of more drinks. As we reach the bar, we realize there is almost no one in the club due to the late hour. As I order our drinks, a blonde slender attractive woman walks up next to you and orders a drink as well. You instantly recognize her as Gwen from work, wearing a short form fitting dress with a sheer top. She looks at you and smiles, appearing to be quite happy and probably having had a drink or two. You start talking to her asking what she is doing here, to which she responds with work and a secret date as she tilts her head pointing to her companion at the table nearby. I look over and think I recognize who it is from a previous company function and nudge you to look as well. You do and realize quickly, at which point you abruptly ask, "Is that Hugh from work?" Gwen looks at you and with a devilish smile nods that it is. Gwen's drinks arrive and she leans over and asks, "Would you two like to join us? The club is a bit deserted." Gwen takes you by the hand and leads you, with me in tow, to her table like she's bringing home a new toy. She leans in, bending at the waist exposing the back of her legs as her dress rises a bit. Gwen tells Hugh that we are joining them at the table, to which he agrees, gesturing a hand to take a seat, which we do. Gwen asks, "I'm sorry I didn't catch your name." To which I respond, and she repeats to Hugh so he can hear over the …