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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 »

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 »

I looked forward to this weekend for some time, marking it on my calendar several months ahead of time and making sure all reservations were confirmed and guaranteed. A trip to this park under normal circumstances was something special, but this year it featured the regional festivities of National Nude Day.