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A couple of weeks had passed since her “sticky” night out without incident. Everything seemed normal, but I couldn’t get that night off of my mind. It tears me apart inside to think of her with other men, but when she dresses in leather, It turns me on way too much to try to stop her. The really dangerous thing is: now SHE KNOWS it. I’m trapped between my jealousy and my uncontrollable leather fetish, and I know she’ll use that to the fullest.

Last week, she called me at work to tell me that she was going out to do some shopping, and that she probably would still be out when I got home. I usually get home by 7 or 8 pm, so I didn’t think anything of it.

When I got home, there was a video tape on the coffee table, and a note from Lisa that just said “PLAY ME”. I put the tape in the VCR, and then appeared our bathroom, with the camera facing the mirror, on a slight angle. The bathroom was well lit, with all of my wife’s make up spread out on the shelf beneath the mirror like utensils waiting ready for a surgeon.

I then heard Lisa’s voice, even though she was not yet in the picture, saying “I’ll bet your wondering what this is all about.” She then stepped into view, but only her reflection in the big bathroom mirror. She was naked, but her long shiny black hair was done, and she had her usual make up on. She always surrounded her eyes with dark eye liner, drawn to a point on the outsides to give her a sexy “cat” effect, and coated her full sexy lips with deep dark color.

Her 36c breasts were perfect and round, and were in no need of a bra. They didn’t droop at all. Her shapely hips that led to her heart shaped ass, long sexy legs, and her pussy was shaved clean. What a sight!

She then said, looking into the camera through the mirror, “Yes baby, I went shopping today, but only for a new leather outfit to wear tonight. I hope you didn’t mind” she said with a sexy, condescending smirk. “I thought you could watch me as I prepare for a really hot night.”

My heart was breaking, but my rod was getting as hard as ever. Lisa then said. “First, I need to touch up my make up. I really want to stand out tonight.” She applied a much heavier, darker eye liner, and drew the lines out side to a dramatic “cat” like I never saw her do before.

She then applied dark eye shadow to give her sexy eyes a real smokey deep look. I was in awe. then she applied deep blush to her cheekbones to accentuate her already beautiful facial lines. The final piece was another coat of the deepest red lipstick I ever saw. It was a DEEP dark blood red. She then covered her blood red lips with super shiny clear gloss. Her lips looked like they were dripping with a honey glaze. I was in a frenzy.

She then pouted her lips in the mirror, oh so sexily, then looked in the camera through the mirror and said, ” I guess I should start getting dressed in my new black leather.”

The scene switched to our bedroom, which was also well lit. Across the bed was every piece of her new outfit laid our perfectly. Lisa said with an evil bitchy smile, “I hope you don’t mind how much I spent today. I had to go down town to this special boutique that specializes in fetish leather. I really did spend an awful lot of your money on this outfit, that someone else will be enjoying. How much will they enjoy? I’ll just have to wait to see.” Read the rest of this entry »

A guy responding to one of my posts advised me to add a disclaimer to my letters. It seems that some of the on-line services haven’t been posting my letters, so by adding this warning, maybe they will. So, if you aren’t eighteen, don’t read any further. This letter contains sexually graphic material and may not be suitable for everyone. If the idea of a woman having sex with several partners offends you, then don’t read my letters. Okay?

Tuesday, April 30, 1996

Hi Everybody,

The following is a true story. It is not as wild as most of the stories I’ve read here, but then, most of those aren’t true. My name is Bobbi Sue, and just recently, I decided to spice up my sex life. But first, let me tell you about myself. I am pretty short, only 5′1″ tall, and I weigh about 105 pounds. My blond hair is shoulder length and my eyes are blue. I’ve been told that I’m cute, and without trying to sound conceited, I think it’s true. I exercise every day, either running, roller-blading, swimming, or cross-country skiing (in the winter, of course), and as a result, my body is in really good shape. My measurements are 34A-22-34, and while my boobs are kind-of small, I have very prominent nipples. I’ve also been told that my best feature is my nicely-shaped butt. I am happily married, but my husband doesn’t know about my latest exploits.

It all started when I discovered this newsgroup. Actually, my husband showed it to me as an example of how perverted some areas of the internet were. He is pretty prudish for a young guy (he’s 26 and I’m 30), and I guess he thinks I am too. I guess I never gave him any indication that I might like some things that might sound a little kinky. And I’m not likely to now, knowing how he feels about such things. I’m not complaining; we have great sex together, so it’s not like I NEED anything more.

Anyway, I started reading some of the stories in this newsgroup every once in a while. The ones that really get me wound up are the ones where husbands like to watch their wives with multiple partners. I personally can’t think of anything sexier than having several guys ravish me. I mean, seriously, what woman wouldn’t like that. The stories I read got me really hot! And usually, I’d wait for Tom (my husband) to get home, and seduce him. But sometimes I couldn’t wait. On those occasions, I would go up to the bedroom and masturbate. At first I felt kind-of guilty. I mean, I quit masturbating when I got married four years ago! But after a few times, I just felt good, not guilty.

The first time I did it, I used my fingers on my clit, and that was great! After the first few times, though, I started craving some penetration, so I started using my fingers inside my pussy. I would usually start out using just one finger, but would eventually end up with four fingers buried to the last knuckle in my slit. Well, that was good, but I found myself craving something bigger and deeper. That’s when I started using brush handles, candles, bottles, and eventually vegetables. Now when I go grocery shopping, I select the carrots and cucumbers based on how I think they would fill my pussy! Read the rest of this entry »

When Audrey first saw Aaron, she thought he was a burglar. She had been going out to her car to get her briefcase when she saw the moonlight catch a figure on her neighbor’s garage roof. The Hammonds had only moved in four months ago, and Audrey was horrified at the thought that they would be the first family in the quiet neighborhood to be robbed. She froze in the driveway, in her bathrobe, and tried to see whether the figure was about to climb in a second-story window, or just climbing out.

Neither was the case. As Audrey’s eyes adjusted to the dark, she could clearly see a young man, sitting cross-legged on the roof. She could just make out the red glow of his cigarette, and he appeared to be staring at the stars.

She noticed the beat-up car in the Hammond’s driveway, and the University decal on the back window. Not like a burglar to park in the driveway, Audrey thought. More like a kid home from college. She had some vague recollection of a conversation with June Hammond the day after they moved in. Now the details came back.

The two-year-old girl, Kim, was June’s. George Hammond, the husband, had a son from a previous marriage who was a freshman at a school in Massachusetts. Audrey tried to think of the son’s name, but nothing surfaced. June had been far more eager to talk about Kim, that day. And most days since, Audrey noted.

Audrey got her briefcase and pulled her bathrobe tighter in the brisk air of late May. She looked back up at the boy on the roof, just to see him crawling back in his bedroom window.

The next morning, Audrey was on a plane to meet with a client in Philadelphia. She liked business trips; she usually had at least one co-worker or assistant with her, and it was nice to have people to talk to after hours in the hotel bar. Audrey had lived alone since her divorce two years ago, and work-related travel had become a welcome break from solitude.

Not always, of course. Audrey had gone to Philly with two other people from the office, a married man a few years older than her, and a female assistant a few years younger. It was apparent that those two would be sleeping together from the moment they got on the plane. And the client was horrible. And so was the hotel bar. So Audrey spent six days in the City of Brotherly Love, alone, watching TV in her room.

On Friday, around mid-afternoon, Audrey finally pulled into her driveway. As she got out of the car, she heard banging on her high back fence. She moved around the house to her back patio, and immediately saw what had been going on. A trail of water ran from her small in-ground pool across the cement and over the seven-foot fence that separated her backyard from the Hammond’s.

Normally, Audrey wouldn’t have been bothered by a pool-hopping teenager. She used to let the previous neighbor’s kids swim all the time. But that day, after that trip, the idea of other’s having fun while she was so tired and upset opened something inside her. And out of that new opening came a lot of emotion. Audrey got as far as her fridge before collapsing on the floor. She held her head in her hand and did a few months worth of crying. Read the rest of this entry »

Like any husband who enjoys the theme of watching the wife with another man, I had fantasised about watching my gorgeous wife Judy being fucked by another for years.

This had stayed a fantasy/role plaything that we both enjoyed during sex and it stayed a fantasy until our holiday in Tenerife this summer.

Judy is a stunning 35 yr old strawberry blonde, lovely legs and a nice pair of 36C tits, she basically has all the curves in all the right places, we have been married for 14 yrs, still have a very good sex life and we still love each other as we did when we first met.

We took the chance of 10 days without the kids as their respective grandparents took them to Disneyland for a treat, we got to retreat to the sun of Las Americas.

For the first week we just chilled by the pool had a few drinks and then a nice evening meal. I had got into the habit of going for a walk about 2pm to get a British newspaper and sneak in a quiet beer or two, leaving Judy sunbathing by the pool.

On returning from my walk mid way through our second week I returned to find Judy chatting to three middle aged guys from south England, they had pulled their loungers around Judy and introduced themselves as Brian, George and Tom.

They were all in there fifties, but looked in reasonable shape for their age, George especially was a well built man, good looking and he knew it as he came across as a very confident man.

After my introduction the guys explained they were from the larger sister hotel to ours and had wandered over to see the facilities at ours, saw my lovely wife by herself and decided to keep her company. They proceeded to buy us a round of drinks and then we chatted away the rest of the afternoon.

Judy had made no effort to cover herself up and the fact that my lovely wife was inches away from these three strangers wearing only a small pair of bikini bottoms and her lovely tits gleaming with oil was making my mind whirl and my cock stir.

On several occasions I caught the guys looking her over and smirking to each other, obviously thinking how much they would enjoy giving my wife one. Their company was good however and we had a good laugh with them telling us stories of their exploits chasing the ladies during their holidays.

That evening when Judy and myself were changing to go out I teased her about the guys drooling over her, she laughed it off but I could tell by the tone of her reply she knew it to be true and she had enjoyed their attention.

This went on for the next few days, I would return from my daily jaunt and the three would be there surrounding Judy, she even had allowed Tom the oldest of the three to rub lotion on her back when I was not there, something he enjoyed telling me, he was testing my reaction and when I just shrugged my shoulders he winked at me and stated that ” he would give a months wages to rub oil on her lovely big tits” Judy playfully slapped his leg and told him not to be crude but I knew he was serious and the guys had serious ambitions about fucking my wife. Read the rest of this entry »

I hardly know where to begin. I’m all shook up inside. I can’t think rationally. I don’t know what to do. My wife had an affair and I saw it happen and didn’t do anything about it. Now I have to live with the consequences. My wife Linda and I, I’m Chuck, have been married for twenty-one years. We have a daughter who is twenty-one and married. She is our only child. She’s been out on her own for a year now. For those who like to deal with ages and dates, my wife was pregnant when we got married. Linda is a good looking woman, far from being a Barbie doll, but a decent looking woman just the same. She’s about 5′4″ on the heavy side maybe 160 lbs. Of course when we got married she was a lot thinner. At forty-one she still attracts attention. Probably because she has 40D tits and wears short skirts, which heavier women usually don’t do. I’m nothing special; I’m 5′10″ 220 lbs. I am a little overweight also. I guess after seeing my wife have sex with another man (she doesn’t know I seen her) it makes me a cuckold, because I didn’t stop it when I had the chance. I don’t want to be a cuckold and plan on doing something about it. I just don’t know what, yet? It’s tearing me apart inside just thinking about it. I have to do something soon before the rage over takes me. Please let me regress back: In our younger days we had sex a lot, we still do. I was pretty jealous back then. I got pissed if I seen her even talking to guys. I knew most guys just wanted in her pants or at least see how far they could go. I told her that and she always just laughed it off. Looking back now I don’t know if she had affairs or not. There’s no way of knowing and besides I’m trying to deal with the latest liaison. We do most everything in the sex department, other then a few of the fetishes. We both like oral, fuck in any position, and once in awhile anal. I’ve always been there for her sexually. I don’t know why she had to cheat on me. I have to tell you that I get off reading erotica, maybe I’m two-faced or just totally mixed up. I get off reading stories where married woman are seduced. I love the stories where married woman are caught cheating on their husbands. It’s a real turn-on for me. The odd thing is I want the woman to get caught and for the husband to wreak havoc on the cheating couple. Read the rest of this entry »

The first signal of a new day was when my eyes finally opened. It was nearly 11:00 AM and neither my teen age lover nor my husband had yet stirred. My body although rested still ached from the sexual breeding that I had undergone during the last twenty four hours. I raised my head and my muscles sent me their signal; they were sore and each movement must be performed on a slow motion basis.

I slowly made it to the shower off the master bedroom. As I felt the warm water coat my body I lathered my small but firm breasts and slowly rubbed the soap over my well used sex. The warm water, soap suds and peaceful moments relaxed my tender and sore body.

When I finished I pulled on one of my husband’s white dress shirts. I thought momentarily about putting on a pair of panties and bra but then felt that my new lover would not approve. I therefore exited the bathroom in only my husband’s shirt. When I re-entered the bedroom I saw the first movements of Jerome on my martial bed. I walked over and straddled his muscular body. He was laying face down and I forcefully gave him a soothing back rub. After several minutes he rolled over and pulled me to him and gave him a full mouth kiss. He then pushed me aside. “I like bacon and eggs…” Read the rest of this entry »

Alan’s mother, Nora, had retired to a gated community to golf away her twilight years. Her comfortable home was across the street from Jim and Sally. They had been so nice to Nora when she moved in, shortly after the death of her husband, Alan’s dad. Jim was a retired banker who married late in life. He was in his late 70’s now, while Sally was in her early 50’s. He was a tall slim southern gentleman. She was a short bubbly blonde who was aging gracefully. She stayed active enough to look a few years younger than she was. She was devoted to Jim.