I decided to go by train, I had taken Greg's phone number, and we agreed to meet at Epsom train station just after 8, and he would drive us back to his place. and as I sat on the train thinking I must be mad, but I knew I had to find out for myself what and who was the real me. I came out of the station and walked to where he said he would park, I was excited but also very nervous, and then he saw me and leaned across to open the passenger door. I jumped in, we said a nervous hello, I realised he was nervous as well, but we chatted back to his house it was only 5 or 6 minutes drive away. I started to relax, and thought enjoy this for whatever it will be, He opened the door and we went into the front room, we sat on the sofa and I told him all about my little Christmas adventure again only this time in more detail, then he got up and went over to his computer and switched it on, then he went to the kitchen, and came back with two beers, lets have a drink and a chat, and he told me a few stories of what he had done in his past, and then he asked what turned me on, I told him I had a thing for stockings, but he wanted to know what I wanted and liked about sex with guys. I love oral sex I said,and wanted to see how things went from there, and he then stroked my leg at the top,he leaned in to kiss me, but I was not ready for that, he said sorry, I said don't be, I am not saying no, just not yet, I felt I was being seduced, which was a real turn on, he knew it as well, despite me …
Making The Sale
Well this one is kind of a long one so guys grab you a beer and a bowl of popcorn or ladies, grab you a glass and a bottle of wine and some cheese and I hope you all enjoy! Let me start by reminding everyone that all my stories are true life experiences of my swinging lifestyle and my open marriage! Some of the names have been changed but all the experiences and encounters really happened and conversations are word for word. A note about cock size. Personally my pleasurable comfort size for a guy inside of me is six to eight inches and I do prefer them thick. My husband is nine inches and I don't usually take all of him! I have had bigger though, once in college with an African American guy that was twelve inches… I couldn't come anywhere near taking all of him and I did let him try a couple of times that night. My husband has a good friend that has eleven inches. He has fucked me well over thirty times and I still have not been able to take all of him. The only way I cum with him is if I hold my vibrator on my clit while he fucks me. I have explained it to him and he is Okay with it… he just enjoys fucking me! To be very honest… I have had more orgasms with guys that have a six inch cocks than I have had with my friend with the eleven inch cock that has fucked me over thirty times. Remember… it's not the size that counts, it's how you use it! Some of you may already know I am a commercial real estate sales representative for a national company. I deal mostly in …
The Voice Over – BBBBTS
Buck's Big Boob Bed Time Stories.. The Voice over…. I am always looking for ways to meet, hot voluptuous women. I love bigger women with curves. A nice perfect hour glass figure. I had a great idea last week. I would take a few weeks off, from my regular job. I would put up some help wanted posters around town. I rented a small office, near my house. I put in a big oak desk. A big brown leather chair to sit in. A big brown leather couch and two fake plants in my office. A small computer chair, with no back in front of my desk. A reading lamp, phone and some note pads on my desk. I placed my laptop in the center of my desk. I had a small waiting room, adjoining my new office. I put three small chairs and a coffee table in there. I put a sticker on the outside door. B.K Film Studio. The next day, I got my first phone call. "B.K Film Studio, Mr. Kelly speaking. How may I help you?" I said. There was a pause. "My name Claire. I saw your poster on a pole near my house. I was wondering what you were looking for. Your poster just said "Now hiring…No experience needed. Will train. Looking for Actresses for voice over roles." What is a voice over role?" said Claire. "I'm looking for Actress to help in my films. I have to go back in and edit my films. I might use a different voice for the Actress in the movie. I also shoot lots of cartoons, and 3D animation. I need to dub in a voice for a character in the movie." I said. "That sounds fun. Can anyone apply?" she said. "Yes! Just …
Lingerie, Louise, and Kim.
The lingerie ladies show was soon to start. The women's club were certain particularly beautiful women that had trysts during the times their well to do husbands "played poker". The poker game was a front for the men in the swingers club known for thier proclivity to let us just say, well dress up in a manner in which the women were aware and as the women club were of a lesbian encounter group, and the men of a cross dressing, lingerie wearing transvestite group, the whole of all in the exclusive swingers club was that of a open secret The women got together that night to have some chit chat, champange, and wear thier latest in demure tasteful expensive lingerie, terribly expensive firs, high heels, and other finery. Usually starting out about the latest gossipy stories while playing bridge. "Did you see the new boutique at the mall, Louise exclaimed with enthusiastic fervor. The high heels were to die for! Oh yes, another noted. The salesgirl their I'm told is quite the looker, she was very helpful helping me get into a sexy little nighty, quite helpful…..Oh really, Louise asked with a thrill in hersexy voice. I know the one you mean, she's really, oh let's just say, very handy! The girl's all had a giggle knowing now where they could have fun with a newbie lesbian who loved older experienced lesbians. And where to find some ultra sexy lingerie as well. They ( the hot women ) giggled some more as a pop was heard from a freshly opened Monet bottle of French champagne. "I …
Good Vibrations
Marissa and I “met” on Lush; and after some playful late night messaging over some of my stories, moved our on-line relationship off Lush and into e-mails and phone calls, followed by "real life". It was a little rocky for a while as she had some trust issues for very legitimate purposes. It took a while, and a lot of patience on my part, but we finally got together, and it just clicked. Eventually we moved in together. Because we started on Lush, masturbation has always been a mainstay of our relationship. It was the first “sex” we ever had; I recorded an audio file of a masturbation session just for Marissa and e-mailed it to her. While I had masturbated in front of partners before, this was the first time I had ever jacked off specifically for a partner’s pleasure and not my own; not that it wasn’t pleasurable for me. I can still vividly remember that cum. Now we frequently self-pleasure for each other, with each other, and in front of each other. Yet, for all of the openness in our sexual relationship, Marissa has never used her vibrator to get off if there was even the slightest possibility that I would hear or see her; even though I know she uses it when I’m not around, and she knows that I know. I assumed that it was a part of her sexuality that she wanted to keep from me, that last bit that she couldn’t trust to reveal about herself to me. So it was of no small significance when I came home early from work one day and caught her in the act. I knew that she had been …
Rosie and Steve – Part 5
This is part of the Rosie & Steve series, Links to the other parts are here: Part 1 – http://sexstories.com/story/63478/ Part 2 – http://sexstories.com/story/63479/ Part 3 – http://sexstories.com/story/63492/ Part 4 – http://sexstories.com/story/63595/ Rosie wasn't quite herself. For a few weeks now she'd been moping around the house. She felt like there was something missing. Steve was working from home, he told Rosie that his part of the project was over, which it was, but he just couldn't concentrate at work. After witnessing Rosie cheating without his consent last month, he still didn't know what to do about it. He was naturally laid back, which annoyed Rosie sometimes, but he'd gone through so many emotions in the past month that he'd just told himself he'd just have to accept it. His anger and jealousy had subsided. They'd both had sex with other people during their marriage, but both of them had been in the room and both of them had participated. He supposed that others would have called them Swingers, but it happened so rarely and only ever with the same couple. His daughter Beatrice was the result of their first fling. Steve thought he knew what the problem was. She was pining for another big cock. Steve's wasn't small, and she came several times when he made love to her, two or three times during foreplay and twice when he fucked her, but she wanted it harder and harder each time, wanting to be filled completely. He reached into his desk drawer and …
The Appointment
I am sitting in the waiting room for my six thirty appointment. I glance nervously at the clock and lightly tap my foot on the floor. I am waiting to see my therapist. I've been seeing him for almost six months now. I am a thirty five year old woman, but I've been keeping a secret that is a little embarassing for someone my age. I am a virgin. I have never had intercourse. I've come close, but it never happened because of my fear. I just didn't know what it was, but I want to find out. I'm no prude. I think sex is fascinating. I've read stories, watched porn – although it never really did anything for me. I've watched videos on love making, and even tried to write stories about it, though I have miserably failed. I've masterbated plenty of times with the help of my hand and a vibrator, and felt that sweet release, but I never felt it from a man, and I was starting to feel lonely. I sit there and think as the door opens. He walks out, sees me and calls my name. I get up and walk into his office. He is not a bad looking man. I'm starting to have these weird feelings everytime we met. He's about forty five, my height, blond hair and soft blue eyes that become very intense when we are in deep conversation. He has a soft voice that put me at ease right away, but it's also sexy and it turns me on. I'm glad he never notices or I would die of embarrasment. "How are you today?" he asks as I sit down on the couch. "I'm okay. A little restless." I admit. "I'm sorry to hear that. …