4th Of July

She has been a hotwife for about a year now, but mostly we have only played with couples or single men met through the internet. Most recently she has been pretty regular with one man whom she fucks and sucks one or twice a week (and the occasional MFM with me). She has never been into the flashing, or obvious flirting and teasing – until now that is. Last Friday evening at a 4th of July party she started what may become a fun, new trend.

The party was hosted by a guy I worked with over 10 years ago. We kept in touch and he invited us over to his house for a cookout. Jennifer grabbed a large bottle of her favorite wine and we headed over. The party started at 4pm, and by 6pm she had probably 2-3 plastic cups of wine in her and had a gentle buzz going. While hanging out in the kitchen, one of my friend’s neighbors, Sam, was making strawberry daiquiris. Jen and I started talking with him and he made a rather potent one for Jen. The talking started turning sexual (as drinking talk usually does), and Jen admitted she has a pierced belly button. For the record, Jen is 5’3″, 115#, and brunette, with a 34B. She keeps her pussy in a landing strip style with the area around her lips waxed smooth. She was wearing a form fitting t-shirt dress with no bra (showing her nipples), and a flag thong for 4th of July.

Well, Sam didn’t hesitate to ask to see her belly button ring and Jen nearly just grabbed her dress and pulled it up when she realized she would be flashing an awful lot to a lot of folks. Sam smiled, as did I, when Jen said, “maybe later.” Throughout the rest of the evening, Jen was rarely far from Sam and the two of them were obviously flirting with each other. Her body language, movements and gestures were a dead give-away.

Later in the evening Sam invited us over to his house to show me some of his computer stuff (we are both geeks). Jen was more than ready to go and within minutes of entering his house, she stood in front of him and lifted her dress up from the front and said, “Here it is. See!” Sam’s jaw just dropped to see my wife standing there with her dress pulled up to her chest, showing her belly button and her thong. He just went, “Very nice,” and Jen dropped her dress. As we headed up to his office, Jen said she needed to use the bathroom and Sam directed her to one downstairs. After a few minutes, she joined Sam and me in her office and sat down next to me facing Sam. She had her legs up a little and they were spread apart so her crotch was on full display to him. Since he already saw her panties, I figured she was still just teasing him. I did notice Sam kept staring at her crotch and really couldn’t concentrate. After he finished showing me the computer stuff we decided to head back to the party. On the way downstairs, Jen grabbed my hand and handed me something soft. When I opened my hand, I realized it was her thong! She had been showing Sam her pussy in his office. No wonder he couldn’t concentrate! She just turned to me and smiled.
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Bachelor Party Cuckold

This true story is about how I became a cuckold. When I became engaged, despite my objections my friends decided to hold a bachelor party for me. Since they knew I would object, they had to trick me into coming. My best friend John called me and asked if I wanted to watch the Redskins football game on his big screen TV the following Sunday. Being a huge Skins fan, I jumped at the chance and arranged to meet him at his house at 12:00 sharp so we could catch the pre-game show on ESPN!

I should have known something was up when the beer and snacks were flowing freely and more and more of my friends started showing up “unexpectedly”. The Skins were crushing the hated Cowboys and I was getting totally trashed. At the end of the game I was much too drunk to drive and was sitting in a big soft armchair when a beautiful woman in a trench coat walked in. I wasn’t too drunk to see what was coming, but I was too drunk to stop it. She whipped off the coat and underneath was dressed (kind of) in white bustier, stockings, thong and spiked heels.

As she danced in front of me taking off her bustier, I tried to get up and leave, but several of my friends held me down and I was helpless to move. Two more friends pulled my pants down and the stripper climbed up into the chair until she was sitting on my lap.

As much as I wanted to leave, I began thinking with my small head and when the stripper started rubbing up and down on my penis, I stopped offering even token resistance. Eventually I couldn’t help myself and began thrusting my hips so I was rubbing my throbbing cock against her silk thong and was soon on the verge of coming. She leaned over and began rubbing her magnificent 36C breasts into face. This was all too much for me and with my friends standing around cheering I shot the biggest load of my life all over the stripper. Unfortunately, just as the last of my load was dripping down the strippers’ stomach, my fiancé Sharon walked in.
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Hot Tub Surprise

My wife T and I have some friends that are going through a bit of struggle so to give the wife, Karen, a chance to vent and a shoulder to cry on T decided to invite her over for dinner one evening. T thought that an evening away without having to always be confronted by her husband would give Karen a chance to open up and see things a bit more clearly.

We had a wonderful steak dinner and had opened the third bottle of wine as we cleared the table and loaded the dishwasher when T suggested that we take our next glass of wine out to the hot tub. It was a nice fall evening with a temperature in the 50’s so it was almost a perfect setting to relax in the hot tub and enjoy the cool fall weather.

We usually get into the hot tub nude, but always have a supply of swimsuits around for when the kids and grand kids come around. T found something that fit Karen and we all moved out to the back yard and into the hot tub.

By now we were all joking and laughing about how relaxing this was and as the wine was having an affect on everyone we started to discuss Karen’s husband and their relationship. He was a rather pompous ass that was convinced he knew everything about everything, when in fact he couldn’t see the reality of life in front of him.

Karen made some comment about his self serving ways and when I responded that “he couldn’t find his dick with both hands” we all laughed and then she made the remark that he couldn’t find her pussy either! This quickly got T going as she asked Karen how long it had been since she’d had sex, and finally Karen admitted that it had been many weeks since they’d done anything, but what she missed the most was that it had been years since she’d gotten an orgasm orally her husband.

T quickly offered that I could fix that for her! I was shocked! I’m always trying to get my wife to show off or let other guys fool around with her body, but this was the first time she’d ever suggested that I do something.

Both Karen and I asked if she was sure about this, and when T suggested that Karen might like it since I enjoyed giving oral sex so much that it could be a real treat for her. See also said that she didn’t mind at all sharing me, and that she was willing to go first to show Karen how we’ve done it in the past while in the hot tub.

With that T stood up and started to peel off her swim suit and by the time she had taken it off and tossed it aside I’d already taken mine off as well. We both looked over at Karen as she just shrugged her shoulders, said why not, and peeled off her suit as well.
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College Girls Level 1

As a new college professor, I was still getting used to being back on a campus. I had spent a few years after graduating in private industry before deciding to go back for my doctoral studies. During those studies, I knew that my calling lied in teaching and started looking for a university position. I certainly enjoyed the academic portion of my profession, but seeing the beautiful young coeds prance around campus was a big bonus!

I first met Lori at teacher/student interviews after the first week of classes. She was in one of my larger philosophy classes, so I hadn’t noticed her sitting in the back. We talked for nearly two hours and got along famously. I was intrigued by her playful yet intelligent demeanor and how engrossed she was in the conversation. Mature beyond her years, Lori talked about everything from school to hobbies to the sorority she had joined last semester, when she was still a freshman. Now that she was an “upperclassman,” she was thrilled to have a “little sister” that was pledging the sorority.

Of course, much of my interest in Lori was based on her looks. A stunning 19-year old sophomore, she reminded me of one of my favorite old-school porn stars, Lexus Locklear. Lori wore extremely short jeans shorts that exposed her long, tan and shapely teen legs. The green Abercrombie & Fitch tank top hugged her well shaped breasts. I could see the straps of a purple bra underneath and was sure that it contained some of the finest tits on campus.

Lori ended up being one of my most enthusiastic and successful students. We talked after class for a few minutes at least once a week, but always about academics. Of course as much as I wanted to get in her pants, I still had to abide by the college’s student/teacher relationship clause. I was also sure that she got plenty of attention from the boys on campus and had no interest in a professor 10 years her senior. It wasn’t until I ran into Lori and her little sister, Erica, at a bar on Friday night that I even thought about the possibility of sex (ok, I had thought about it numerous times, but not seriously!). Being there with several of my colleagues, though, I knew that I couldn’t act on my beer-induced desires.

Lori saw me from across the bar and came over to introduce me to Erica. Erica was a freshman engineering major, not normally the educational discipline for Tri-Delt sorority girls. She was, of course, the hottest engineering student I had ever laid eyes on. A delicate brunette, she was a shy stunner with pale skin, freckles and a fabulous figure shown off in a flouncy pink miniskirt and a white mid-riff top. I checked out her incredible legs and saw that she was wearing a pair of 4-inch white heels with straps that ran up her calves. A very well-coordinated outfit, it was just a little trampy too. In fact, with her back to me, I almost thought that her skirt was short enough that I caught a glimpse of the cheeks of her ass.
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Blue Moon In Bangkok

Her lips were soft just as I dreamed that they would be. We kissed gently at first almost nervously like a couple of teenagers on a first date then I felt her tongue flick my lips as if looking for permission to enter. I accepted with alacrity and her tongue slipped into my mouth to find mine. I slid my hands under her shirt and up her warm naked back and pulled her into me. Our kisses became deeper and more passionate. On every level this was wrong… I was in a relationship, this was my girlfriend’s friend and also my student but I just couldn’t stop now. From the first day I had met her I had desired this woman and now my fantasy was becoming reality.

I had been living in Thailand for 9 months. I had just turned 41 years old when my 20-year association with a world famous Irish brewery ended with a golden handshake and a cheap gold watch. It was a nice little pay off and I reckoned I could go and lie on a beach somewhere for a while to ponder my future. My marriage had long ended in divorce. We were both so career focused that we never made the time to start a family and the last I heard my ex-wife, Carol was living with someone with tattoos and a lot of body hair… Her name was Tina. I was about to do the typical package holiday to Spain when 2 married friends suggested that I travel a bit further afield.

“Go and teach English in Thailand, China or Vietnam.” Anne added. “You can earn money and not eat into your pension then you can holiday during school breaks.”

I had no teaching experience but in a whirlwind space of 6 weeks I had taken a TEFL (Teach English as a Foreign Language) course, tied up any loose ends and I was leaving for Thailand. I think I emailed my CV to every school in south-east Asia but the highly efficient Mister Paradorn at the south Bangkok language academy was first to reply to me. He posted me a copy of a contract and all the documents needed to get my visa and work permit and I was away. Nerves gripped my stomach muscles as my plane touched down in Bangkok airport on April 25th 2005. I made my way through a sea of eager taxi touts till I seen the sign with my name on it.

“Welcome to Bangkok.” Said the waiting Mister Paradorn, a small thin man with a large grin and a bone-crunching handshake.

Bangkok is an incredible city, from the stunning beauty of Wat Phra Kaow (an ancient temple) to an ultra-modern shopping precinct like Siam Paragon. I couldn’t believe that it had taken me all these years to explore somewhere more exotic than Majorca. On my days off I loved just walking around at a nice leisurely pace. I felt I had put in my time in a highly stressful career and now I reaped the rewards and just wandered about as the locals frantically went about their business. The local women were stunning. I have to admit having a penchant for Asian ladies and this was heaven.
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The Office Slut

“Yes? What is it, Miles?”

George Peterson looked up from his lunchtime crossword and glanced idly at Miles Slattery as he grinned at him around the office door. A few crumbs from his chicken sandwich had scattered over sixteen across; one of the many clues that George had still yet to solve.

“Have you seen her yet, boss?”

Miles was one of the younger members of George’s staff and could be a real pain in the ass at times. His light brown hair flopped fashionably over one eye and made George think that the young clerk needed a good haircut.

“Who are we talking about now?” George sighed expansively. He guessed that one of the girls from accounts or the computer room was now the current fixation of Miles and the rest of the young office males. All they ever seemed to do was think about sex these days, George pondered. It was a surprise that they ever got any work done – which Miles rarely did.

George looked at his young clerk and then back down at the crossword. He brushed the crumbs away from sixteen across and read: To pull and tug vigorously; four letters. He smiled to himself and wrote: j-e-r-k. Thank you Miles, he thought.

“The new temp.” Miles suddenly exclaimed excitedly.

“What?” George looked up a little confused.

“Come on, boss. Try and keep up! The new temp? In Frank Walker’s office? Have – you – seen – her – yet?”

George suddenly remembered what the conversation was about and knew that he was beaten. He pushed the newspaper to one side and threw his empty sandwich wrapper in the litterbin.

“Er, no. Why?”

“Oh man!” Miles enthused. “This one is a real cracker! Not so young, I suppose, but she’s a complete nymphomaniac!”

George was surprised that Miles even knew what the word meant.

“I thought you guys were only interested in leering at girls just out of high school,” George said. “What’s so special about this older woman?”

“You’re not listening, boss.” Miles continued becoming visibly more agitated. “This woman can’t get enough. We’re taking it in turns to go into her office at lunchtime and bang her. Also, we’ve got a hole made in the wall of the office next door so while one of us does the business, the others can watch! It’s Ray Hunter’s turn today. Come on, George, come and have a look!”
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Restaurant Coworker Fuck

I’m remembering back to a night where we met back up at my place after a nights work at the restaurant…. I had already been home for about an hour, enough time for me to take a shower and slip into a pair of short lounge shorts and a wife beater tank.

You knocked on my door and when I opened it to let you in you were holding a bottle of white wine with a smile on your face. The kind of smile that told me you were happy to see me and knew it was going to be a good night.

You came in and asked to take a quick shower while I would get the wine opened and ready with 2 glasses. I turned on some music, I think it was Enigma, and turned down the lights and lit some candles. I opened up my futon in the living room while you were still in the shower.

When you were done with your shower you came into the living room where I was at and when I turned to you, you were standing there with the towel around your waist just low enough for me to look at your abs and pelvic muscles dripping with shower drops.

I ran my hand down your chest and handed you a glass of wine. You pulled me close to you and kissed me. We sat on the couch and drank some wine in the atmosphere I set for us. We looked at each other in anticipation, wanting what we both new would be coming up next.

We started kissing and the taste of your lips was so good, a mixture of wine and tongue. I went for your towel and undid the tuck exposing your rock hard cock. I took off my tank and pulled down my shorts. You looked at me and said “I’ve wanted to fuck you all night long”.
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Shared Military Wife

I was just a young officer’s wife when Scott went through his initial training in the Army after he graduated from ASU ROTC as a second lieutenant. He found a small apartment off base and brought me out to stay with him. He had written and spoken on the phone with me about his new friend and fellow officer, Kenny. My husband joked with me about how large Ken’s cock was and that I should try it. The first weekend spent at our apartment and my introduction to his friend was awkward. Another round of beers was opened and my glass was refilled, and I saw Scott looking at Ken, who just winked. I had a feeling there and then that my tits would soon be out on display to all. Therefore, I decided to break the ice and jump right in.

“Well, can I see it?” I asked, as I took a long drink of my beer.

I was nervous and I really did want to see it. They laughed again and Scott said to Ken, “She does have a nice set of tits,” and then looked at me and smiled. “Show him honey!”

I looked at him, took another drink of my beer and my hands shook as I put the glass back onto the table. I smiled; it was a nervous smile, but I stood up, still smiling, fingers trembling as I lifted up the front of my top to reveal my red lace brassiere. I know I was blushing; I could feel my face go the color of the bra. They were looking at me, I was looking at them. My husband was smiling, no, he was grinning. I took the top off and stood there in front of them dressed in jeans and a bra. I tried to smile, but it was a nervous smile. I cupped my breasts as I looked at them and then I pulled the tops of my 36DD cups down to reveal my breasts. I knew my nipples were hard. I looked at them, Scott still grinning, and Ken with his eyes locked on my now semi naked breasts and hard ½ inch nipples.

“Not enough, Donna, take it off!” Scott said to me.
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