Reluctant Wife - September 10th, 2014

I met Peter when I was at university and we started dating. Peter was studying for his doctorate and was six years older than me. Our relationship developed and I spent my final year sharing a tiny flat with him and a friend of his.

Although I was not a virgin when we started dating I was not very sexually experienced. The early years of our relationship were wonderful and Peter took me under his wing and gave me lots of new experiences. Three years after we left uni Peter proposed to me and we married the following year. Life was good and I developed as a woman, opening myself up to the experiences Peter gave me.

He was much more worldly wise than me and had much more involvement with the opposite sex. He taught me about oral sex and encouraged me to masturbate in front of him and in turn he masturbated for me often ejaculating over my body. Peter introduced fantasies into our lovemaking and we would fantasise about having sex while someone else was watching us. We went on holiday to a naturist camp and he loved seeing me naked in public. As time went on he tried introducing me to anal sex. I was not keen on this at first and found it rather uncomfortable but he was very keen so I persevered and got used to it. Over time I actually grew to enjoy it.

I was twenty nine by the time Peter started to suggest that we put some of our fantasies into practise by gong to a swingers club. I say ‘our’ fantasies but in reality they were his fantasies . For some time I would not agree to it but over time through his persistence and my desire to please him I started to weaken and the fantasies started to focus on us visiting a swingers club where we would have sex in room watched by other men and women. Peter would drop constant hints and found a club in Manchester which he said would be perfect for us to try out the fantasy as part of a weekend away.

Eventually and with great trepidation I agreed to visit the club with him. We arranged a weekend in Manchester and booked a hotel not far from the club. I had agreed to the visit with no obligations on me, just to see how things developed. We arrived in Manchester on the Saturday morning and had a nice lunch but all the while I was growing more and more nervous about the visit to the club. In the evening as we got ready to go I was a bag of nerves so Peter opened a bottle of wine which in my nervous state I drank far too much of. By the time we were ready to leave I had finished most of the wine and was getting quite tipsy.
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Maggie and Sam - August 9th, 2014

I was sitting at the bar and staring down into my cocktail, trying to ignore my roommate. Julie was all over this obnoxious frat guy, playing with her skirt and pushing her tits into his face. I was pissed at Julie at the moment and wanted nothing more then to go home. Normally I could identify with Julie, we were in college after all and she was one beautiful girl, not a physical flaw on her. I on the other hand was the “cute” friend. A little too short and a little too much hips. Maybe it jealousy on my part but Julie had a string of boyfriends that she treated like shit and they still lined up for more. Almost certainly she would go home with whomever she wanted. While I seem to always end up fighting off some drunken asshole or going home alone.

Just as Julie was getting ready to leave I noticed Sam in the corner. Sam was Julie’s last boyfriend until he caught her cheating on him. He was this awesome guy who treated her wonderfully. I always was attracted to him but he was dating my friend. I got up and sat down next to him.

“Hey Sam, How are you doing?”

“Hi, Maggie.”

He then slumped down into his drink. I could see him taking glances over at Julie. He looked so miserable. I wanted to reach out and grab him and kiss him. Tell him that he was better then her but I just sat there in silence. A voice came from behind me

“Mags, Billy and I are gonna hit the dance floor. Why don’t you come over and dance with one of his friends? Oh, hi Sam.”

She was being so obnoxious. She was rubbing this new guy in his face. I was disgusted and apparently so was Sam.

“Good night Maggie.”
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An XXX Story - July 30th, 2014

The door slammed shut with a BANG. I pressed her sweet physique up against the now shut door. I slipped my hand in between her arm and her waist and flipped the deadbolt over with a small click and grinned. “All alone now” I whispered in her ear and felt her body squirm in excitement. I slid my head down her neck and gave her a kiss, placing the hand I had already behind her on her ass and the other to her breast. She grabbed my face with a moan and planted her lips on mine. The kiss was delicious, a twist of passion and lust all mixed up in saliva that spread to the both of us.

I pulled away from her and grabbed her hands, leading her to the bedroom. She followed happily, ready to move on to stage two. By the time we reached the bedroom we both barely had clothes on. I was left standing awkwardly by the bed in just my boxers, erection at full force inside, wanting to be unleashed and she was just behind me scantily clad in a bra and thong, neither leaving a whole lot left for the imagination. No more did she reach the bed then she pushed me down onto it playfully. I scrambled up to the top of the bed, barely laying my head on the pillows before she landed gracefully on top of me, straddling my body with hers.
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New Sensations - July 22nd, 2014

The department store was practically deserted for a Saturday afternoon. Caroline had spent the past hour in lingerie and must have tried on twenty bras but still couldn’t find just the right one. The problem, she knew, was the size of her breasts. They were just too big. The truth was, her whole body was just a little too bulky at five foot seven and one hundred eighty pounds.

The fitting room attendant brought her a couple more bras to try on. Handing them over the half door she assured Caroline, “These have some serious support and are still a little sexy, try them.” Caroline tried one on. She didn’t much like it. “Why can’t it look as beautiful on me as the model on the package?” she complained to herself. She knew the answer, the model on the package is a size five and wearing a 32B version of the 38DD Caroline had squeezed into. It felt like a rubber band. She tried taking it off then, but the hooks, all four of them, seem to be caught and twisted around a loose thread.

The fitting room attendant had introduced herself as Margie. Margie was no more than 21 years old, Caroline figured, and wore a size two skirt. She had little or no boobs visible to the naked eye. Hell, she probably didn’t even own a bra herself. “How would she know anything about fit and support?” Caroline groaned to herself, then asked Margie for her help.
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The Pool Player - July 13th, 2014

For everything there is a first time. This story is about the first time my husband, Patrick, and I ever partied with another man. Patrick and I talked about opening our marriage, but until that night, it was just talk. But we knew it was only a matter of time before we went all the way, before we invited another man into our bed, into my pussy!

It happened kind of suddenly. We were out at a club, shooting pool on a Tuesday night. The club was quiet, with a total of about twenty people in the entire place. We played leisurely games of eight ball. I enjoyed teasing Patrick with both my words and my actions. I guess I should explain how I was dressed.

Whenever we go out, I always let him pick out what I’ll wear. I started that for a good reason. If I got a man too interested in me, Patrick couldn’t say it was because of how I dressed, because he picked out what I wore. That night, he selected a black leather skirt, with seven buttons up the back, hose, garters, four inch spikes, (which he always called my fuck-me pumps, and a red satin blouse. No bra, no panties.

I must admit, I did look hot! My 38DD breasts pushed against the satin blouse; my nips were clearly visible. Knowing they were so prominent got me hotter, which made them stick out even more. I started the night with five of the seven skirt buttons fastened, and the blouse was buttoned completely except for the collar. I intended to reveal more skin as the night wore on, but for starters, I wanted to leave a lot to the imagination. This club has three tables, and we were playing at the far end, nearest the rest rooms. The only other game was on the opposite end. As the night wore on, I made trips to the restroom, mostly to adjust my clothing. Each time I came back, there was one less button on my skirt and one less on my blouse still buttoned. By ten that night, I was down to two buttons on my skirt, and three on the blouse.

My long legs were flashing each time I’d walk; my tits were there for anyone to observe as I’d bend over to shoot a ball. I’d had my eye on one of the shooters at the other table. He had his eyes on me. Or maybe I should say on my breasts. He looked down my blouse each time I bent forward to shoot, and Patrick told me that every time I’d bend over the guy would wait till I shot before he’d continue his game. Yeah, the boy was interested.
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The Bride Confesses - July 5th, 2014

Can you imagine how it feels 2 months after your wedding to discover that you’ve married one of the biggest sluts in town?

I didn’t find out until she let me know that we were expecting our first child.

“Darling, I have a confession to make and it’s going to test if you really love me as much as you say you do.” My wife said to me after dinner one night.

“Cindy dear, you know I do love you very much. What do you have to tell me?” I asked inquisitively as I held her hand.

“Honey. I do love you very much. You’re the only boyfriend I’ve had that’s treated me like a lady. The only one that respected me for the real me, not my body. You really are the man of my dreams. The husband I’ve wanted and needed. The man I’ve wanted to be the daddy of my children.”

Listening to wife made my head swell mentally. I pondered what was she leading up to, but I was enjoying the ride so far. She went on.

“I didn’t tell you this before we got married for fear of losing you darling. But, er, well I lied to you. I did have sex with someone before you.”

“Oh, I-I see.” I said softly, not expecting that this was the path she was heading down. “What was his name? Have I-I met him yet? You know with me being new in town and all.”

“Well, actually honey it was with more than one fellow.”

“Oh, er. W-Well, have I met them?”

“Well, you’ve met several, but not all of them.” She replied looking deep in my eyes.

“S-Several. A-All of t-them?” I gasped.
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Stacia - June 23rd, 2014

It was a chilly night in November, the football team sucked a big one but Mike just went to hang out with his friends, and watch Stacia cheer in front of the stands. She was beautiful. They had known each other for as long as they both could remember. High School had been harsh on both of them. Stacia had just got out of a long term relationship and Mike had just had a few short-timers.

Stacia was still a virgin, an extremely sexy one. She was about 5’6” tall and probably about 105 lbs, and just barely 18. She had beautiful blonde hair just past her shoulders, and the smoothest, sexiest tan legs. One of the things that made Mike squirm the most was Stacia’s lips. Her lips were perfect. Mike had fantasized about her lips since he started fantasizing about anything.

It was halftime and Mike decided to go get a drink at the concession stand and he saw Stacia standing alone at the back of the line. Mike joined her and they talked a little bit about what was happening with people at school, just the latest gossip. Just before Mike was about to return to his seat Stacia told him that she did not have a ride home from the game, her mom had her car for some reason, so she needed a ride. Mike happily agreed and returned to his seat.

After the game Mike went to his Chevy Blazer and pulled it up to the exit from the stadium and waited for the beautiful blonde, slim cheerleader. After about 5 minutes of watching her talk with some of her friends she skipped to the vehicle.

“Hey! I’m ready”, Stacia said as she got in the car. Mike started down the road and they listened to the radio and talked some more. Finally, Mike decided this was the time to admit his—for lack of a better word—crush on Stacia.

“You know, Stacia, I’ve always wanted to tell you what I think of you”

“Yeah? Well what do you think?”, she said with a smile.

“Well, you’re just so nice to everyone and so beautiful, and I’ve always admired you, you know, ever since I’ve known you I guess.”

“Awwwww, Mike”, she giggled a little bit, “I know how you feel.”

“What do you mean by that?”, he said with an anxious look.

“Well, I’ve felt pretty much the same way about you for a long time”, she smiled.

“Really!?”, he exclaimed in surprise.

“Yeah”, she said blushing a little.

“That’s really weird, I expected to get shot down or laughed at, this is great!”

She giggled a little bit and thought about what was happening and told Mike that she was a little bit hungry. They talked about their newfound emotions for each other as Mike drove to Sonic. Mike bought Stacia what she wanted and he just got a Coke.
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Firemans Carnival - May 23rd, 2014

“Mark! I’m over here!” I waved my hands wildly, trying to get my husband’s attention. It was useless though; he couldn’t hear me over the noise of the crowd and he hadn’t noticed our booth when he walked past.

“Hey, lady. Can we get some pies here or not?” A sweaty, overweight man stood beside three sweaty, underweight kids. Each child clutched a dollar bill in their dirty little fists.

I took a last look at Mark’s back, disappearing behind the Ferris Wheel. Oh, well, he’d keep looking until he found me. I’d get his attention the next time I saw him. I turned back to my customers.

“Certainly, sir,” I smiled. “How can I help you?”

“What do we have to do, anyway?” the man asked as the children started playing in the dirt.

“It’s very simple,” I replied. See that man’s head in the middle of the bullseye?” Brian Wallace’s balding pate was the only part of his body you could see. The rest was completely hidden inside the tent behind him. A drawstring kept him from pulling his head back in- side. “You can buy whipped cream ‘pies’ for a dollar apiece. You have to throw from behind the counter. If you hit him directly, you win one of the big teddy prizes. If your pie lands in one of the other rings, you win that prize. All the money goes to benefit the local animal shelter. Have some fun for a worthy cause!”

“Ok, gimmee three pies. Hey! You guys were crying to do somethin’. Do you want to do this or not?” he cuffed one of the children in the back of the head.

I bent over to pull three pies from under the counter and heard him chuckle. “Maybe I should wait until it’s your turn,” he hooted. “I’d get two bulls- eyes instead of one. Damn big ones, too.” He laughed loudly at his own joke.

I blushed. I knew what he was referring to. I’d worn this top because Mark liked seeing me in it, forgetting I’d be bending over all day. Every time I did, the scoop neck fell open and people could see all the way to my bra. I’m not small on top so that made for a pretty vulgar display. Guys had been staring at my tits all day and occasionally making remarks but this was the first pig to say something in front of his kids.

I handed him his pies and moved to the side so he could throw. It didn’t matter; I loved the animal shelter but we needed money to operate and the fire- man’s carnival was one of our biggest fundraisers. If it meant letting a few jerks ogle my body, who cared? I could put up with it for a few hours.

I talked with Betty Johnson, the woman in charge of our booth, while trying to keep an eye out for Mark. Finally I saw him walking on the other side of the midway.

“Betty, I need to go talk to Mark. I’ll be right back,” I thrust my money apron into her hands and dashed around the end of the counter.

Betty laughed. “You’ve been married five years and you’re still running after him? You need to get him trained!”

Mark gave me a big hug when I caught up to him. “Hi, Kathy, where’ve you been? I’ve walked the whole place three times!”

“Well, I tried to get your attention but you didn’t see me. What’s going on?”

“Nothing much. How long do you have to work?” Mark looked bored. “I have a softball game later.”

“I’m working at the counter until one, then I have to be the target for an hour,” I replied. “Then I’m done. Will that be in time for your game?”

“Sure. I’m going over to the beer tent with Jerry. This is kind of lame.” He grinned. “Maybe I’ll come visit you when you’re in the bullseye.”

“Don’t you dare,” I warned him. “If you hit me with a pie, I’ll never forgive you!”

“Maybe I’ll be aiming for another bullseye,” he said slyly, as I felt his hand knead one of my cheeks, squeezing it firmly.

“Mark!” I squealed. “People can see!” I looked around but the carnival was so crowded that nobody paid much attention to us, hugging each other off on one side.

“Bye, babe. I told Jerry I’d be right over. I’ll swing by every once in a while,” Mark gave me a big kiss, squeezed my rear one more time and drifted off into the crowd.

The next couple of hours passed quickly. My best friend Holly came on and we had a lot of fun. Holly is a shameless flirt, although she’s happily married. She loves to flash her boobs and rear end in men’s faces and being around her helps me loosen up a little too. I’m not as relaxed as she is but I quit worrying about showing a little boob when I bent over or whether my skirt lifted a little in the breeze. I even flirted back a little after I saw how much money Holly got the guys to fork over. It made the time fly and we raised a lot of money for the shelter. I saw Mark a couple of times and once he even bought a couple of pies and tossed them at Betty when she was the target.

Soon it was time for me to be the target. Believe it or not, I was looking forward to it. The tent is set back far enough so you hardly ever get hit, you don’t have any real responsibility except to smile and occasionally taunt people throwing pies, and you can get off your feet and rest. Inside the tent is a padded bench. You get on all fours but the bench supports your weight and it’s actually very comfortable.

After kneeling over the bench, I thrust my head out through the hole and Holly pulled the drawstring around my neck so I couldn’t pop back inside if a pie came too close. I stuck my tongue out at the first customer as he laughed and took aim.

In the next fifteen minutes I was only hit twice. I saw Mark work his way through the crowd and pay for two pies. People that knew us starting cheering him on. I started yelling that he better not. He laughed and handed his pies to two kids, who didn’t even come close. Mark winked at me and mouthed the word ‘later.’ As I watched, he walked down two booths and went around the side.

A few minutes later I felt his hand on my ass, rubbing lightly. Beginning at my rear, he rubbed up my back, then back down and down over my legs. When he moved his hand back up, he flipped my skirt up over my back. I reached back with my hands and pulled it down but he pushed my hands out of the way and pulled it up again.

“Mark!” I whispered loudly. “Cut it out!”
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The Admission - April 23rd, 2014

We had been seeing each other for a while now, and each time the sex was getting better. Little discoveries of pleasure spots each time had led to some very hot sessions.

This particular day I heard her car pull up and waited for her to come inside. In the background the TV was playing a porn movie the sound track betraying the moans and squeals of pleasure from the various actresses. As she walked through the door in a glance I took her in noticing her hard nipples under her clothing and the slight flush on her cheeks and throat. I moved towards her and took her in my arms passionately kissing her lips sliding my tongue into her mouth, my hand dropping to clutch one of her ass cheeks in my hand.

I felt her thrust her hips into mine causing my cock to thicken and lengthen. She continued to grind against me while sucking my tongue in her mouth; I cup one of her tits in my hand gently stroking the nipple making it harden even further.

Her breathing was starting to get a little ragged and I could feel her body trembling all over.

I broke off the embrace and led her to the couch and told her to sit down. Once seated, she reached out and cupped my bulge in her hand, and looked up at me with pure lust in her eyes.

I tell her to wait there and go out of the room.

When I return I have shaving foam a razor and a bowl of warm water I also have a towel. While putting the equipment down I feel my pants being opened then she puts my cock to her lips and slides my cock straight to the back of her throat.

I reach down and grip her nipples between my fingers and squeeze hard, which drives a moan from her throat and an increase in the tempo she is sliding her mouth up and down my throbbing thick tool, at the same time she gently scratches my sack with her long fingernails. I look down and see a bright red ring encircling my cock where her lipstick has rubbed off.

Meanwhile the porn film continues the slapping sound of fucking and the moans of the starlet add to the eroticism of the moment.

A mew of disappointment escapes her throat as I withdraw my cock from her mouth and start to get set for shaving her cunt, which I can already smell the musk which just serves to excite me further.
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Showing Off My Wife - April 12th, 2014

It was one of those days that most husbands don’t look forward to; going shopping with your wife. But it was a Saturday in early spring and I wasn’t too thrilled with the idea of doing yard work either. While we were on the way to the mall Sam told me that she wanted to look for a new swimsuit at a certain department store that was having a sale.

As usual the mall was quite crowded but eventually she found some things to try on. The dressing rooms were in the back of the store and had just curtains that stopped about 2 feet above the floor over the doorways. It was interesting to watch the women change clothes, since you could see their legs and feet it was easy to tell how undressed each of them were.

I was patiently waiting outside Sam’s dressing room, just like the other husband/boyfriends that were there. I could tell Sam has taken her clothes off and then I could see her step into the first suit to try on.

You could tell she had it on and was looking in the mirror by the way her feet turned and twisted. Eventually she peeked out to get my opinion – always tell them they look great – before trying on another one.

When she pulled the curtain shut she somehow managed to leave it open couple of inches. Now I had a front row seat as I watched my wife bend over and take off the swimsuit. Through the opening I could easily see her firm white ass through her sheer green panties. I guessed that if I could have been looking in at more of an angle I could have seen even more. I quickly glanced around to see if there were any lurkers watching. Sure enough a couple people were standing behind me and one of the other husbands had also noticed my wife.
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