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Donna was almost 40. My god, she thought, 40. Was it possible? Her husband had long ago stopped treating her like a lover and was happy with an unimaginative fuck once or twice a month. Donna, on the other hand, craved sex. More than that, she craved attention and the turning heads of men that she was used to in her 20’s and 30’s.

In spite of her insecurity, Donna was actually very sexy and still had a great body. One afternoon while shopping, she noticed that the boy bagging her groceries was staring at her, but looking away guiltily when she turned to him. “Can you help me out to my car with all these bags, David?” she asked, looking at the name badge on his shirt. “Yes ma’am” he said. God, she hated that “ma’am” stuff. Was she really that old?

At the car, Donna unlocked the back door and leaned inside to clear the seat for her packages. As she did, her rather short skirt rode up just enough for David to get a peek at her panties. She wasn’t sure if he was looking at first, but when she stood up and looked at him, she saw he was blushing and looking guilty again.

“Did you like the view?” she teased. David was about to protest and started to say he didn’t know what she meant, when she leaned over to get a package out of the cart. Her low-cut blouse revealed a splendid cleavage in a half-cup bra. Now David couldn’t pretend not to notice; his eyes were riveted to her breasts.

“Oh, David, it’s so nice to have a man appreciate me,” she said in a sexy voice. “Man” was cutting it close, really, as David couldn’t have been more than 16. But she could see he was man enough for her purposes, as he stiffened inside his pants.

As she got into the driver’s seat of her car, she opened her legs wide enough to make David gasp. He got a wonderful view of her gorgeous thighs and the crotch of her white lace panties. As she drove away, she thought “I still have it.” She was happier than she had been in months.

But the flirting with the grocery boy only made her want more. The next day, a Saturday, she put on the shortest skirt, lowest cut blouse, tallest heels and sexiest lingerie she owned, and headed to the mall. She spent a few minutes window shopping, noticing that women scowled at her and men smiled. “Fuck you, dried up bitches,” she thought.

Not long after, she noticed a young boy, maybe 14 years old, eyeing her in what he must have thought was a sly manner. She walked slowly, with just a hint of sluttiness in her wiggle, as the boy followed her discreetly. She made her way slowly to the escalator to the second level, and when she was sure he was following, she stepped onto the stairs. Read the rest of this entry »

I suppose it all began over a Rampant Rabbit. I’ve never really been much of a fan of sex aids though I know lots of men like to see women using them and I’ve occasionally been happy to use a variety of them even the larger ones at the request of the man of the particular moment if that’s what gets him going.However as a general rule I prefer the real article and it was only because a couple of my female friends raved about how good the RR was that I even heard about it. Neither were either of these women as far as I knew adventuress in their sex lives so I thought perhaps I should check the rabbit out.

When I mentioned it to my husband Gary and suggested he buy one for me, he said it would better to visit a couple of places in Birmingham and pick one that I liked. I knew without asking that what he was suggesting was a trawl of the cities sex shops where I would be probably the only real woman in shops full of furtively leering men most of whom you would certainly avoid if you passed them in the supermarket. It amused him and turned him on to think all these ‘unsuitable’ types were checking out his wife. Sometimes it amused me too, to humour his idiosyncratic fantasies.I thought it kept our sex lives interesting and stopped us getting bored with each other. Not that we were conventionally monogamous, both of us had enjoyed an extra marital flirtation here and there and we even had an enjoyable threesome once with one of Gary’s squash partners, another man, after a rather drunken dinner.

So we determined on the following Friday afternoon. It was half term, the kids were away on holiday and Gary could meet me in the city as he finished work early.He was clearly looking forward to this and the days before were full of relentless veiled hints as to what to wear etc. Friday morning began sunny and warm, a portent of summer. I decided to wear a navy polka dot dress that I bought last year and hardly wore. It swirled nicely around my knees,fitted snugly on my hips and had a draw string lace at the bust that you could adjust to bare your shoulders if the fancy took you. Underneath I slipped on a delicate cream pair of french knickers, a matching garter belt and champagne coloured stockings. The garter belts a pain but Gary likes stockings and in any case I find hold ups come down if I have to walk far. I decided on no bra. Despite two kids my 36B breasts stand up on their own and I like the way they move as I walk in my high strappy white sandals.My dark hair contrasted nicely I thought with my pale neck and shoulders. Completing my outfit with a white handbag, poppy red lipstick and a heavy application of my favourite opium perfume I was ready for the train.

Leaving the car at the station I click clacked to the ticket office then to the platform. The looks of a group of young men on the platform reassured me that at forty two my size ten figure was in good shape and I could still turn heads.I smiled to myself happy that my preparations were a success.

The train journey into town was uneventful. The sun through the carriage window was warm on my body through the thin fabric of my dress, as I absentmindedly watched the back gardens and yards of factories flicker by and I was able to eaves drop the conversation of the few others in the carriage. My young admirers from the platform were seated a row back from where I sat at the window. I could just see a couple of them watching me diagonally across the gangway. Their overheard comments made me smile and feel quite sexy, just the right mood for today.One of them ventured “I tell you she’s wearing stockings and not much else under that dress” and his mate replied “some lucky sods going to be shagging her later on and unfortunately it won’t be any of us”. As I left the train at the jewellery quarter I blew them a kiss as it rolled out again to Birmingham.

It was a short step to the pub where I was to rendezvous with Gary.The quarter was busy with lunchtime shoppers and workers making the most of the sunshine in their break. I felt exhilarated with the weather and the attention of the men on their way to their lunch time pints, wondering if they discerned in my demeanour the sense of delicious anticipation of the slightly seedy adventure I was about to embark on. Gary had managed to get a table in the crowded pub and had already bought me a large red wine. He rose to kiss me and I knew from his look that he approved of my outfit. As we parted his hand slid down my behind checking in a brief touch the flimsy knickers and the button of the suspender.’you look great’ he said and took a sip of his Bacardi and coke. Read the rest of this entry »

I sighed as I saw Sandra walk down the drive with a big bunch of flowers. I loved and hated it when Sandra visited me. On one hand I loved being in her company, finding her warm, attractive, and dare I say it, sexy. But on the other hand, Sandra’s presence stirred up so many things in me that made me feel very uncomfortable, and a little dirty. There were feelings of lust and desire that I had great difficulty in repressing.

Unconsciously, I looked in the mirror in the hall to sort my appearance before opening the door. Not that it needed sorted. I was a beautiful woman with shoulder length dark hair and a good figure. As Sandra rang the bell, I smoothed down my cream colored skirt and straightened my white blouse. I always found myself anxiously checking my appearance before Sandra visited.

I opened the door to Sandra’s beautiful smiling face. Sandra was a blond in her early twenties and was, as usual, dressed provocatively. She wore a red mini-skirt, black patterned stockings, knee length high-heeled kinky boots and a white T-shirt, through which I could see her erect nipples. As I glanced at Sandra’s curvy figure, I was already beginning to feel nervous.

I invited her in and Sandra gave me the flowers. “These are just to say thank you for what you have done for us.” said Sandra. Sandra’s mother had been ill recently and I had helped them both out, giving them lifts in my car and doing errands. “Oh, thank you. They’re beautiful.” I replied, sincerely. “I was always glad to help.”

I invited Sandra into the lounge. I sat on the large couch while Sandra sat on the chair facing me. As usual Sandra sat with her well shaped legs slightly apart. In this position Sandra panties were clearly visible and I had difficulty stopping myself from staring at them. I hated to admit it, but this really turned me on. I could already feel myself go moist and my nipples go hard. It looked like I would have to resort to the vibrator to relieve myself again when Sandra left.

“But I would also like to thank you personally for your assistance.” said Sandra huskily. This caused some unwelcome fantasies to rush through my imagination. I tried to dismiss them and just smiled.

Sandra stood up and walked slowly over to me, swaying her hips. She stood in front of me, as I sat on the couch. “I know the perfect way to show my appreciation for all you have done.” Said Sandra and lifted up the front of her red skirt directly in front of my face. I stared wide eyed, raising my gaze from her sexy stockings, to her bare thighs, to her tight skimpy panties covering those protruding pussy lips. Sighing in delight. Sandra lightly caressed her pussy through the soft material with her fingers as I looked on whimpering uncontrollably. I bit my lip and frowned with lust as I tried to fight the desire that was rising within me. I didn’t know what to say or do.

But Sandra did. She gently took my hands and placed them on her panties, and rubbed my fingers against her pussy through the soft material. Sandra purred with delight. “I know you want this, Marie.” She said. Then, she lifted my hands up to her pert breasts and placed them over her erect nipples. “And I know you also want these.” Read the rest of this entry »

My husband usually writes but I wanted to fill you in on my Saturday night past. I am Barbara, I’m 43 yrs. old and have two children. My husband revealed to me that he would like to see me fucked by other men and I let that happen (see: My Wife Barbara Gets Fucked). I also had a campground fling, and I let his buddies fuck me in the ass on Superbowl one after another, all nine of them.

I am 5′9″ tall 140 Lbs. My legs are long and my butt is huge. It measures 45″ and is really accented by my waist which is only 26″. My boobs are an average 34B. My ass has always been my embarrassment. It is a bubble butt with a few dimples. You can put a hand under a cheek and jiggle it up and down and I have always thought it was horrible. My husband has always loved my ass and has always wanted to fuck me in the ass. I used to think it was dirty and I only let him up my butt on occasions. That was before he told me to let other guys fuck me. After Superbowl and letting 9 guys fuck my ass in a row I learned that my butt may not be that unattractive. My pussy is very tight and small lipped. There is no external protrusions of my pussy lips and my hole is very small.

This past Saturday night I told my husband that I wanted to go to the blues club in town and I wanted him to watch me pick up a guy and fuck him inside the club.

Saturday night came and I wanted to see if my ass could be used as a guy magnet. I also shaved my pussy without my husband knowing. I bought a new short white skirt that fit tightly to my waist and over the top of my hips but then flaired out away from my ass so when I walked the skirt would swish because of the movement of my ass. It was very short. I put on a red thong a tight pink knit top and high heels no nylons.

We went early to the club and I sat my husband at the table closest to the bar end that hooked into the wall. It was the closed end of the bar and there were two bar stools then a waitress pickup before the curve of the bar to the bar front. I told him to sit there and watch. I moved to the stools next to the wall and ordered a drink from the bartender. The stools were perfect height with a small wooden back and they swiveled.

Soon people began to crowd in. I was standing at the bar between the stools so whoever wanted could see my ass. A black guy and a white guy together came over and began to chat. They quickly began talking sexually and complimenting my ass and that they were ass men etc. I left to go to the restroom and there I took off my thong. Upon returning I was between them and I told them my plan. Read the rest of this entry »

I CAUGHT MY WIFE CHEATING. It actually started a number
of years ago, but a long period of time passed before I
realized what was happening behind my back. As I think
back, my first inclination as to what was happening
came when my wife started douching 3 and four times a
week, which she had never previously done. I noticed
empty douche bottles in the shower on a regular basis.

One day I came home from work at the regular time and
headed down stairs to put some wood on the fire. As I
passed the den, I noticed the shades pulled down
tightly. I walked into the den and noticed a spot on
the beige suede couch. As I examined the spot, I
noticed it was actually a wet area that was somewhat
sticky. I immediately assumed the worst and a visual
image of my wife lying on the couch having sex with
someone burned in my mind. I gingerly leaned forward
and smelled the damp area. There was no doubt now as
the smell of sex was definitely there. I couldn’t
believe that she might actually be having sex there in
my house while I wasn’t home. I knew at this point that
I would have to develop a plan to confirm my suspicions
or better yet, catch her in the act. What concerned me
a great deal was that I knew my wife was not on any
birth control and I worried that if she was cheating on
me that could be a real issue.

Now I started to carefully keep track of the used
douche bottles she left in the bathroom. Over a period
of two or three weeks, the douche bottles traced a
record of her sexual activities. Every Monday Wednesday
and Friday became a regular pattern. Even a Saturday
afternoon when she supposedly was on a clothes shopping
trip, the empty bottle appeared in the shower after her
return. I’m thinking to myself that this guy whoever he
is, is getting more sex than I am. I decided that it
was time to learn more. Monday morning I got up and got
dressed and headed to work as usual. Driving to the
other side of the block I parked the car and walked
back to the house before she got up from bed. I slipped
into the house and hid inside a downstairs closet until
she awoke. When I heard the shower, I headed upstairs
to the bedroom and stepped inside my bedroom closet. Read the rest of this entry »

Monday morning came early. Jerome and his father, “Daddy” had left around two in the morning. Each had shared my husband’s bed with me and each had deposited a volumous load of black sperm deep in my womb before they showered and left. Naturally, neither had used a condom and kept referring to the black baby that they had lodged deep in my belly.

As I showered and dressed I kept remembering my “orders” on how Jerome expected me to look at school. I was no longer permitted to wear low shoes; nor long skirts. Jerome told me that unless he could place his huge hand between the hem of my skirt and the top of my knee he would be forced to give me another caning at school. I could not tell if he was serious but I did not take any chances. Although I had very little sleep from my first black breeding on Friday night through Sunday night I managed to pull my tired body and sore pussy up an hour earlier then normal so that I could adjust the hem on my skirt. As I raised the hem on the skirt I made extra sure that I had complied with his measurement standard. Read the rest of this entry »

Gary eased himself into the very hot waters of his hot tub. The contrast of the hot water to the nearly zero degrees of the freezing night air always startled him. It was nearly midnight and other than the light of the moon, it was dark in his backyard. When the clouds passed between the moon and Earth it became pitch dark. Gary wore no bathing suit, as usual, because no one could see that he was naked, even in the clear daylight. His wooded backyard assured that he could be naked in his hot tub without fear of being observed by neighbors.