Thursday, 11 September 2014

Photos in Jamaica

AJ and Shelly were getting close to celebrating their sixth anniversay and wanted to do something special. Shelly was 29 and worked as a book keeper. She was 5'1" and not quite 100lbs soaking wet. Shelly had curly brown hair that went just below her shoulders and had a youthful look to her that her height did not help with. She was usually carded every time she tried to go out and get a drink. She had a shapely ass and breasts that were a big on her tiny body with a bra size of 34C. In college Shelly had partied pretty hard with some light drug use and alcohol, but had become more conservative as she got older. When it came to sex, she had always been more of a tease. She had only had sex with two men before getting married and they were long term relationships. 

Even though she was often told how beautiful she was, she rarely wore clothes that showed her body off. Part of the problem was her size. She either had to wear teenager clothing or it didn't fit right. Since Shelly did not like looking so young, she usually went with the latter option.

Her husband AJ was 34 and worked as a marketing consultant. This forced him to be out of town fairly often. When he was away they talked online with webcams and AJ could occasionally get Shelly to take her clothes off online. This method of staying connected worked for them and while it didn't do much for Shelly sexually, AJ loved it. She would draw the line at taking naked pictures though. She was always hearing about some famous person who had some naked pictures taken getting released on the internet. Even though she wasn't famous, it made her nervous to have any out there.

Tuesday, 9 September 2014

In the Begining

How it all started for me,

My marriage has always been an extremely happy one, I was lucky to find the love of my life. Our sex life was a bit "vanilla" until a year or so ago. I didn't really think of myself as a sexual being at all. I would always let my husband initiate making love between us, it was most always a missionary position affair with oral sex only performed by him on me. I had never really come onto him to start sex, or even explore outside of our normal boundaries. I was happy in our sex life, I just didn't think about there being so much more out there.

It was at that year or so mark that we were openly discussing fantasies. We were talking about an erotic dream I had the night before while we were in bed one morning. I told him I had a dream about cheating on him and that I woke up a little wet from it. I told him it was a real turn on for me in the dream, but I woke up feeling a bit ashamed and naughty. He was trying to make me feel at ease for sharing, and could tell I was a little afraid I scared him by sharing too much. So he came right out and said the idea sounded hot, and that it was a bit of a fantasy for him, the whole swinging scene. It was of course shocking to hear him agree that the dream was in fact a turn on, I didn't expect that at all. This was really a new thing for us to talk about what sexually turned us on, so I listened to what he had to share. 

He went on to tell me he found interracial sex a big fantasy for him as well. I told him next time I'll dream about fucking a black guy just for him. Of course he loved the idea and continued to spill on me how he found the whole idea of a married woman and a black man so taboo and erotic. I was immediately turned off at first to hear this from my husband of many years, but I was already horny waking from my dream and I was enjoying the naughty conversation. I was playing with his dick while he fingered me and we talked about why this topic turned him on so much. He continued to tell me he had fantasized about interracial swingers for years and how nasty the idea of a slut wife cheating on her hubby was to him. Seeing how turned on he was, it started to seem appealing. He went on about how it seemed like more of a sex for just pure sex thing it not at all like "love making". The combined taboo feeling, skin contrast, dominating attitude, sexual appetite, and larger cock of a black man added to his fantasy as well. The fantasy started to permeate into my head after a while. the combined feeling of his fingers pushing inside me, and the fact that we were sharing his naughty fantasy together really touched me deeply in a sexual way. 

Monday, 8 September 2014

A Visit to the Tattooist

Richard has been going on at me to have a little tattoo done for years and until recently I had always managed to avoid his persuasion.

This year much to his delight however, I agreed to have one done. I don't know what came over me to make this decision, possibly my more exhibitionistic attitude of late or just thinking this might put the tingle back into our relationship. Whatever it was I don't think he or I could ever have anticipated any of the events that took place in the salon that day or of their everlasting pictorial reminders.

Having agreed to have a small tattoo done, Richard suggested that it might be better not to have it carried out too local to where we lived, as we didn't want to keep bumping into the artist in the local pubs and have them suggesting we had additional work done in earshot of people we knew.

I thought this was a very sensible idea as I was not going to let any of my girlfriends know or see what I had done until I was happy with the results. I was also certain that I would not be going for any additional treatment, if you know what I mean.

On a Friday evening a few weeks later, Richard arrived home and seemed quite excited; having been working away all week I just thought he was delighted to see me and for us to have a relaxed weekend together.

Over the course of a few glasses of wine that evening he informed me that he had seen a nice salon close to were he had been working. He had also taken the opportunity one evening to call in and speak with the girl behind reception. She had explained the whole procedure to him and eventually he had made a booking and paid a £50 deposit.

Sunday, 7 September 2014

A Very Sexy Belly Dance Performance

I am a young woman who is married to a very successful young man who wants me to wear very sexy, revealing clothing all the time, no matter where we go, what we're doing and no matter the weather conditions or time of year.

My husband loves me to show my bare female body in public. I am so lucky.

Since the time we made this decision about how I am to dress, I have had some incredible experiences by going out in public in some very daring outfits. If you have read any of my other stories, you know I am surprised by the fact that it seems girls who bare their bodies in public can get away with just about anything. I have rarely been thrown out of a place, nor had the police called because of my skimpy attire.

That includes wildly outrageous outings, including baring my nipples while wearing an underboob crop top inside Starbucks, Home Depot and other places.

I seem to get hassled the most when I am barefoot in stores or restaurants, but even then they end up letting me stay... at least most of the time. 

I love the feeling of being out in public while wearing very little clothing. It's exhilarating to make eye contact with a guy who is staring at me because I'm wearing a see-through white short crop top with a micro-miniskirt and 5" high heeled strappy sandals at the mall. I don't wear a bra or panties, ever. I wear nothing but skirts or dresses, but many of my favorite outfits involve me baring my belly. I also only wear sandals or strappy high heeled sandals. And I go barefoot in public anytime my husband wants because that is something else he finds very sexy for me to do.

Friday, 5 September 2014

Unrivaled Swap

A common cliché these days when a married couple seems to be having trouble is that they have "grown apart." I presume that means that their interests have diverged, or that they have become less tolerant of accommodating the diverse interests that they always had, or that things that used to be important to both are only important to one of them, or - most likely - all three combined. I believe that I, Brad Braxton, and my wife, Melissa, were in the "all three combined" category after sixteen years of marriage.

We were both only thirty eight when things became so crystalized that we knew that we had to admit our "grown apart" condition and deal with it. Melissa is one of the smartest and most cultured people that I know and typically direct. I'm more wily than smart and more pedestrian than cultured but I am gregarious and can get along with almost anyone. We both found our callings; Melissa became the director of a prestigious art gallery, and I am the top salesman in the most important product line of a Fortune 1500 company.

I didn't, and don't, believe that either of us is interested in a divorce for many reasons. Number 1 is that I truly love her, respect her, and enjoy her personality. She says that she loves me, and I believe her since she is a very poor liar and I would have easily figured out if she was lying. Number 2, we have three very well adjusted kids, two boys and a girl, that we both love to death. Family activities are always fun since either the kids have not yet hit the stage where they are a pain in the ass, or because of their personalities they never will be. Neither Melissa nor I would do anything to ruin their happy childhoods.

Thursday, 4 September 2014

Indian Wife & Boss

Part 1 Wife seduced by her boss

It's a good time to be in Delhi during late February and March. It's the time Delhi witness spring season, lifting the spirits of Delhits. However, Meena was not in best of the moods as she got out of the car and walked to her flat, she had a rather bad day and on top of it, the Delhi traffic was hell. She was now working with HDFC Bank for six months and had to put in long hours. 

She entered the flat and found Ravi, her husband already home. He was working with a rating agency for last five years. He looked at her, "you are late today also."

"Ya honey lot of work and deadlines," she explained but he was not satisfied and looked suspicious. She ignored him as she knows his nature especially when she is late at work. It all started when she had told him about her boss trying to get into her pants, he was mad and was ready to confront her boss. She somehow managed to calm him down and told him that she can handle it. He listened to her and didn't go after her boss but become unreasonably suspicious about her working in the same office with that boss. She told him many times that he should be reasonable as little bit of flirting every working girl goes through but he always fear that her boss may score over her.

The things got so worse that she has to leave a rather lucrative job and settled for lest remunerative job with HDFC. Now she made it a point not to discuss anything about her office. The present boss was also hitting on her but she made it a point not to mention it to Ravi. Still whenever she is late he gets paranoid. 

Saturday, 23 August 2014

Boob Pressed By A Rickshawala

Hello, my name is Lalita and I’m 19 years old. I’ve dated only 3 guys in my life and had sex with one. I love having physical relationships. I’m 5 foot 5 in, slim, and curvy. I have big boobs; 36d. This is my first story, and it is based on a real life incident. This happened 6 months ago, when I was coming back from a friend’s birthday party. She lived near my house at a walking distance, but since it was almost midnight I decided to take an auto. I live in Mumbai and it is generally safe for girls to go out at night. I had worn a black dress which showed half cleavage and was tightly hugging my curves. So, I got in an auto, n reached home. It was only 15 rupees. Then I realized I had forgotten my phone and wallet at my friend’s house and my purse only had my make up n keys. I told the autowala that I’ll pay him the next day if he allows, or he can take me back to my friend’s house so I can pay him. But, he was reluctant, and said he will be late to go home then. Also, he did not trust me enough to let me go without paying. We had an argument in the middle of the road at night, but he refused to listen. Suddenly, he turned around n said, “you can pay me in a different way and that also right now” and he started staring at my cleavage. I got angry n said no. I even used bad words at him. He said, I don’t have any option and at this time there is no one to help me.

Friday, 22 August 2014

Anna's Milk Ch. 03

Have you ever had a moment that was simultaneously the best and the worst of your life? That kind of moment is where this story picks up.

Beautiful Anna, a redheaded and luscious woman with freckles, curves, a new baby, and a husband in Afghanistan, had a minute before had my cock in her mouth, and was nursing on it for what she called my "milk." She'd already let me nurse twice on her milk-filled breasts to get the sweet liquid out, and so she said it was only fair for me to give her something in return. 

We'd been in our bathing suits having a squirt gun water fight in the carriage house in back of my parents' house where she now lived, and I'd ambushed her inside. I used the little toy to squirt the tips of her breasts several times, and then her pussy over and over again through her bikini bottom. 

We'd been accidentally and then on-purpose sexually teasing each other day after day, and that moment she finally decided that enough was enough. 

Her baby Ben was safely napping in the second bedroom, and so she led me to her bedroom, locked the door, and easily and without much resistance from me wrestled me to the ground. She then took off her bikini top while sitting on my belly, revealing her large and freckled breasts with their large pink areolas and medium-sized pink nipples. Leaning over my face, she'd gently squeezed one breast and then the other, showering me with her milk, which I tried to lap up. She then let me nurse on one breast and then the other, suckling her beautiful boobs while holding their smooth and bulging warmth with my fingers. 

Anna's "boob juice," as her friend Moira called it, was surprisingly sweet. It was almost like melon juice, but far more sexy. 

And so, once she'd given me that, you'll understand how I was already in a such a stunned world of pleasure she would be able to take off my swim trucks without much resistance, revealing my straining virgin cock, which was then lucky enough to get its first blow job.

Anna's Milk Ch. 02

"Oh my god. I just realized something, David—did you know that to some people I'm now a MILF?"

Gorgeous redheaded Anna, who was so voluptuous she was barely fitting into her pink bikini, with her boobs spilling out the top, said this just after a handsome man slowly walked by as we were at the public pool. He had given her a look that was beyond admiration—even while she was playing with her baby Ben on the towel right next to her.

"Anna, I know you're smart, but are you just figuring this out now?" I said, in some exasperation, because she was beyond pretty, and yet very obviously a mother. And so of course she was a mother that a lot of people would love to fuck. And my secret shame was that I was among them.

It was my secret shame not only because I wasn't her husband, but because her husband was my best friend Nick. But Nick was over in Afghanistan for the indefinite future back when this happened, about a dozen years ago. But I still have a very clear memory of all of it.

Before Nick left, he and Anna had taught me how to help care for their baby, which was for now seemingly my main job in life. And that included feeding Ben lots of breast milk, both from the bottle, and by bringing Ben over to Anna's luscious, milky breasts. They didn't seem to have any problem letting me see Anna's breasts, but I was apparently maybe the only one beyond the immediate family treated that way.

When Nick left he made me promise to look after Ben and Anna. I was supposed to keep Anna from being unhappy, and I was trying—sometimes a little too hard.

Anna's Milk

Anna was a drop-dead gorgeous redhead in my high school with long legs, curves in all the right places, a beautiful face with lots of freckles, and almost tomato-juice colored hair. She was beyond pretty, and closer to take-your-breath-away-and-stare lovely, while at the same time still being the wholesome girl-next-door type. None of that might have mattered much to me if she was a bitch, but Anna was also seemingly one of the nicest, least pretentious, and kindest people you'd ever meet. 

But she was also going out with my best friend Nick, and so she was off limits—not that I would have had much of a chance with her anyway. This is the story of how Nick trusted me, Anna trusted me, my parents trusted me, and I sort of even trusted myself. But I ended up letting everyone down. Or did I? You decide.

This was more than a dozen years ago, and Anna and Nick were a year ahead of me in high school, and getting very serious. In part because I was Nick's best friend, Anna always trusted me, and even flirted with me in an innocent way. I think also she really wasn't aware of how attractive she was to me. In fact, I wasn't sure she really knew in general just how beautiful she was, or of the destabilizing effect she had on most men—and I bet on some women too. 

Anyway, back to the story, because there's a bit of explaining to do... 

I was mostly happy for Nick and Anna as they got hot and heavy their senior year. But, I admit, I was also sometimes jealous because Anna had mostly taken away my best friend. And I was a bit jealous too of how Nick was fucking, as he told me in some detail, this flame-haired goddess almost all of the time. 

I should admit that at this point I was a shy virgin who had never gotten beyond kissing, and hadn't even done much of that.
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