Wednesday, 23 April 2014

A Journey to Desire

Simply discussing the possibilities of what we were about to do seemed to shift Michelle's libido into a higher gear than I had ever realized existed. We had sex daily for the next several weeks. And it wasn't just sex -- it was amazing, bed-shaking, brain-rattling sex; the type of sex you remember for years afterward. We had sex in every room of the house and at all times of the day. Whenever we could sneak in a few moments of pleasure, we took full advantage of it. We kissed and groped each other like hormone-fueled teenagers, and behaved as if we had just begun dating.
Because we would soon be naked in front of complete strangers, we went on a crash diet and began working out at a frantic pace. The fact that we were improving our physiques boosted our confidence, which only made us want each other more. One day, Michelle surprised me when she entered my home office completely naked -- and completely shaved. I had begged her for years to shave her pussy for me, but she absolutely refused to do so. And yet, there she was, completely smooth.

I practically jumped on top of her, spread her legs, and licked, kissed and sucked her wet pussy for a good, long time. I thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of her smooth skin on my tongue and the full, unobstructed access she had given me. Afterward, she explained that she had read that many of the women at Desire have shaved pussies, and she didn't want to look out of place. She booked an appointment to have a Brazilian wax the day before our trip, which ensured that she would be silky-smooth the entire week.

We began going out on "dates" more often, mostly so that we could talk without being overheard by our children. Everywhere we went, we held hands and kissed, and we spoke in hushed tones about all the naughty possibilities of this exciting new world we had just opened together. We shared a delicious secret that no one could ever know, and there was something incredibly thrilling about that. We had allowed each other the freedom to express ourselves openly; which meant that if I saw an attractive woman, I could point her out to Michelle instead of pretending not to notice. Michelle would also point out the men she found attractive, and I was surprised that she always seemed to gravitate toward older and/or bald men.

Tuesday, 22 April 2014

Sister-In-Law Deal Pt. 02

The next morning was a blur. It wasn't a dream, it had most definitely happened and I suppose now I had to face the music. I forced myself up and headed to the kitchen. Sue was up already and sat there in her skimpy night top and panties. At 44, she was still looking pretty hot. She'd slept in our bedroom, whereas I had fallen asleep in the lounge after drinking a few glasses of scotch.
"Morning sleepy head." Sue said, in a very chirpy tone. That certainly wasn't the greeting I was expecting. I was expecting a kitchen pan across the head. Ok, I know she'd been caught sucking some stranger's cock but for me to force her to blackmail her sister into a complete cunt and anal fuck fest, well I just didn't expect a warm welcome.

"Morning ...how are we this morning?" Probably not the most wise question, I'd no doubt receive the verbal abuse now.

"Still horny as fuck actually. You got to dump cum over my sister, Jules managed to come twice, once with your cock in her arse and the second with my mouth on her cunt. And I ...I didn't get any kind of treatment." She followed this with a pretend grumpy look with her bottom lip poking out. Ok, she was taking this all very well and if I wasn't mistaken, was actually looking for a good-morning fuck.

"Frankly, you didn't deserve it slut." I let that hang there for a second or two.

"You went with another guy, you sucked his cock and let him cover you in fuck juice" I was now trying to be dirty as possible. Trying to get Sue worked up even more.

Monday, 21 April 2014

Sister-In-Law Deal

I always thought it was a safe bet to marry a Catholic girl. I believed I would never have to worry about her thinking of other men or messing around. But there I was, sitting in my car watching my wife of 7 years having some guy's full load empty into her mouth, run down her chin and drip into her cleavage. Heaven knows who he was. I'd never seen him before but she obviously knew him pretty well. It hadn't stopped at the blow job and facial, he was no doubt about to fuck her silly. As he reached up and ripped her panties off, I decided enough was enough. I switched my lights on, started the engine and gave the horn a push.
Sue jumped and looked straight over. It took her about 10 seconds to realise it was me. She said something to the guy and he shot off, like a rocket was up his arse. You may question why I never got out the car? Well, I'm not exactly the strongest guy in town and I could see this big guy ripping my head off like Sue's panties. My annoyance wasn't with him anyway, it was with her. I could clearly see she had removed her wedding ring.

"God did you see that Guy Andy!" She said with panic in her voice as she jumped into the car.

"I was just waiting there for you to collect me and he comes over and put his hand right up my skirt!" She lied.

"Why didn't you get out and do something? He was about to Rape me Andy, what kind of man are you?" She said, looking at me and waiting for an answer.

Sunday, 20 April 2014

First Swing Party in a Prom Dress

Cindy and Dennis stand outside the large mansion where a swinger's party is being held tonight. Dennis had called yesterday and got an enthusiastic invitation. Dennis is a 19-year-old freshman, a bull of a young man with a football scholarship at a local university. Cindy is a cute, blonde 18-year-old recent high school grad. She wears her beautiful pink prom gown that shows off her slim figure, firm small ass and barely holds in her full breasts. Dennis told her to dress very nicely - and Cindy had learned the hard way not to say no to Dennis. The first and last time she said no to Dennis, he had spanked her sweet ass until it was beet red.
Dennis is vain and thinks himself quite the lover. He's gone out with plenty of girls and prides himself on having taken the virginity of a dozen or more naive high school girls. He has had great success with innocent, unfucked, submissive girls. He could spot them in a crowd before zooming in and sweeping them off their feet and thrusting his stiff cock into their untouched pussies. But he yearns to expand his experience to older, more knowledgeable women. All of his relationships have been short term. He enjoys the hunt for new pussy, and doesn't care about his conquests' feelings at all.

Cindy, beside him, is his most recent prize. He won her over just a couple of weeks ago. Even though she is drop dead gorgeous, he is already itching to move on. He'd taken her virginity in his dorm room the very same day they'd met at a local coffee shop. On the second night, she'd incurred his wrath when she refused a direct command to suck his cock. He had spanked her sweet ass and she had sucked, licked and gagged on his cock for almost an hour as he held back his orgasm just to make sure she learned a lesson. She swallowed his cum and then licked him clean as he instructed afterwards. He had to admit to himself that his cock was never harder than after he punished her insolence. She did whatever he wanted after that. In a way, that disappointed him since he wanted another opportunity to spank her ass. He even fucked her in his friend's truck at a tailgate party. It was in broad daylight and she was wonderfully shy as he made her strip totally naked and made her straddle him and sit upright on his cock. It made him feel good to know his friends could see him and her through the window with her firm breasts jiggling up and down. He had an earth shattering orgasm.

This new exhibitionist turn-on gave him the idea to find a swingers club and give it a try. It was a "couples only" club and Dennis brought Cindy along, and because he wants a piece of candy on his arm. This is his opportunity to try MILF pussy. He doesn't much care what happens to Cindy and tells her that they will "go with the flow" at the sex club. Cindy doesn't dare ask what that means. She's relieved when Dennis takes out a fifth of bourbon. The liquor burns her throat and eases her nerves. It makes her feel warm and even a bit giggly. Dennis takes her hand and guides her towards the big double doors and the unknown behind them.

Saturday, 19 April 2014

Mother's Secret


It happened in January, basketball season. It was that reason I knew my mother would be in the locker room and why I went to find her. Of course, I'm getting head of myself. My name is Liz and I'm an eighteen year old senior in high school. I'm not some star student or athlete, but I'm in the top ten percentile and I have won some awards due to my field hockey and track years.
Track actually is one of the reasons for this story. For one thing, I got my body from track; all that running gave me a killer ass that was firm but bounced with every step and a flat stomach that was contrasted by my large 34DD tits. Those tits I had inherited from my mother, who told me she had 36DD for most of her life, only recently getting to be 38DD. The tits also got me attention from the star sprinter, Devon. He stood at 6'1", with dark skin and a killer stride. Watching him race just made me stare and he noticed. We went out for a while, stuff happened, it's not important...

What is important is that I went into my mother's office after the basketball game to see when we could leave. She was the school nurse and the athletic trainer, meaning she took care of the athletes when they were hurt. When I found her office empty I knew she would be in the locker room, probably tending to some poor, lucky boy who's ankle was twisted. You see my mother is without a doubt the most attractive woman in the school. Besides her tits, her ass was fabulous and while she wasn't creepily skinny in the waist there was almost no trace of baby fat from when she was pregnant with me.

As I walked the few steps from her office to the boy's locker room my pussy tingled as I realized I was thinking about my mother's body once again. I shook the feeling off as I opened the door and walked inside. I didn't call out to her or make any noise at all when I heard her talking from around the corner.

Friday, 18 April 2014

Wife's Fun on the Side


My wife Teresa and I have been married for 21 years. We're in a good place in life -- good jobs, two wonderful children, and a reasonably active sex life. At 44 years old, we're both in good shape; Teresa has nearly-black medium-length hair, brown eyes, and the most sensuous lips a woman can have; a little exercise has kept her slim body in good tone, and her medium-sized boobs are still firm.
We have in-laws that live fairly close by -- my wife's sister and brother-in-law (Annie and Mike) live about two hours away, and our children are very fond of them. As a result, we visit quite often. This is about one of those visits.

We'd been at Annie and Mike's for about a day and a half. We'd eaten out the night before and gone shopping for the kids that morning. Back at the house, the kids had headed for a playground down the street, and the adults were relaxing in front of the TV with some unmemorable movie on DVD. It was mid-February, and the house had a bit of a chill. My wife and Mike were on the couch with a blanket across the two of them, sharing it with my in-laws' three lap dogs. I was on a big, cushy leather chair in a sweatshirt, while Annie was in the chair next to me, a small blanket across her legs. Annie almost always wears tight shirts without a bra while at home, showing off a set of spectacular boobs of which she is rightly proud -- that they're largely the work of her plastic surgeon really doesn't matter. Both Mike and Annie are in excellent shape, and I've had many fantasies about what Annie and I might do together. As often happens, I spent as much time glancing at her boobs as I spent watching TV -- the chill was doing a wonderful job of keeping her nipples perky. The sun was shining through a huge den window, and we were all pretty relaxed.

Thursday, 17 April 2014

Sex Club: Best Fuck Of My Life

When she stood in the doorway of our swingers club upstairs playroom, she literally took my breath away. I had never seen anyone as beautiful as her in real life. Here was a vision of photo-shopped perfection right out of a fashion magazine in our humble Chicago den of pleasure. She was wearing a knee-length light pink chiffon designer dress with matching dainty high-heels. Her clothes could easily have graced a movie star on a red carpet. Our playroom is somewhat dark and the light behind her on the other side of the doorway shone through the thin fabric of her skirt, showing off her perfect feminine figure and slim legs. I have heard of people dying and seeing a figure in a light that calls them, her perfect figure called me. She had Nordic blonde hair just long enough to touch her bare shoulders. The cleavage of her dress was dramatically cut low almost to her navel with two strips of satin fabric tied at the top behind her long slim neck. This showed off a tantalizing amount of her perfect, braless breasts. I could imagine dipping my hand in that deep V of bare skin and slipping my hand under the soft fabric and cupping a small, firm breast. Sexy but classy. She could have been any age from early twenties to thirties; simply young, fresh perfection. I am sure every man in the room was captivated by the sight and every woman envious.
Standing beside her was a man, no to be more accurate, a gentleman, dressed in an expensive grey tweed suit jacket and tan slacks. He was tall, athletic and handsome in a refined way like the type of rich thoroughbred horse owner that you see in the winners circle after a big stakes race. A sportsman, possibly in his late forties with just a touch of grey in his otherwise black hair. He was looking about the room like a wolf looking for prey and ignoring the beauty on his arm. As he gazed brazenly around the room, the girl held on to his arm with both hands and gently stroked his suit-covered bicep. She then leaned her head into his upper arm and closed her eyes and waited. This struck me as incredibly erotic. I could not take my eyes off of her.

Wednesday, 16 April 2014

Wife's Brother Takes Advantage

Everything was going pretty swell. I'd recently got promoted at work and was now heading up a new investments department. As a consequence, we'd been able to move to a much larger house in a better area and were now starting to really enjoy the good things in life. That included a lovely new 4x4 car for my beautiful wife.
Louise, my wife, was over-the-moon with her brand new Range Rover and although the monthly payments were ridiculously high, she looked every-bit the part of the yummy-mummy in it. At 38 she looked stunning. She certainly worked at it though. Every morning, without fail, she'd work out in the gym to ensure her 38 year old body still resembled at 28 year olds. She was quite petite, very slim but with perfect size breasts. Pert and very firm breast too, all thanks to those gym work outs. The gym was another monthly expense though but hey, we could afford it. The new home meant moving to a new gym. Somehow, the new gym cost three times the cost of her old one but I never understood why.

Our only daughter, Sarah, was now 19 and at University, yet another huge cost each month. Hopefully, that was money well spent though. Louise's monthly credit card bills were also increasing vastly as she started to do more 'lunches' with our new rich neighbours. Although my new salary was excellent, it was already starting to feel the strain.

Then everything wasn't so swell. The company I'd spent the last 20 years with, working my way up each year, suddenly goes into receivership. Within a few weeks I'm out of work and without a wage. I wasn't too worried to start with, I had an agency looking out for me and I suspected I'd have a new job any time soon. A few savings but not much. But the new job didn't come. Apparently, at 48, I was 'a little too old' to secure a new position elsewhere.

Tuesday, 15 April 2014

Novel Part of Me


It is Sarah who is back again.
Since last time I wrote about me and my lovely man Thomas, it has been a tremendous happy time. After our marriage we have had some very lucky years. Staying at home has been valuable to me. The possibility to return to the university for improving my knowledge in foreign languages has made me feel more confident. Thomas is very supporting to make me feel great in my role as a house wife as well. I think he had made up his mind to try to make me forget the time as an assistant at the construction company. Not at the least my hot feelings for Oscar also.

We have made new friends here in the residential district. In particular we have been together with a neighbor couple. Ruth and Arne lived in the house next to ours. Once a month at least we enjoyed the social life together by eating and talking.

Rather soon I found that Ruth and I had the same interests. We often discussed literature. She also attempted to learn foreign languages. For the moment her favorite was Spanish.

Thomas and Arne acted more as brothers with different interests. Thomas was more of the tranquil and meditative type. Arne was often the one who came out with cracks and got us to laugh. He was easy to get on with.

Monday, 14 April 2014

A Weekend at Dean and Michaela's Ch. 01


I've known Dean & Michaela for years. Michaela is a petite strawberry blonde whose knickers I've wanted to get into probably from when first we met, but have never tried to for a variety of reasons. Even though they're very broadminded and if I asked they'd either say yes or say no and not be offended. Once when she stayed at mine I did wrap a worn candy-striped cotton thong around my cock and wanked while she was out. And over the years, Michaela has teased me knowingly and unknowingly a number of times. I've seen her in a school uniform when she and Dean were on their way to a fancy dress party AND she flashed her knickers at me - twice; she's put my hands on her (covered) tits and once when she and Dean stayed at mine she went to the kitchen to make a morning cup of tea wearing just the t shirt she slept in, she reached up to a high shelf and her t shirt rode up exposing the bottom of her bum cheeks and some pubic hair through the gap between her legs.
Of my many 'kinks', one is pregnant women and another is women who are lactating. Well, having had a baby about a year ago, Michaela is currently breastfeeding. On the way to stay with them a few months ago I couldn't help but recall a conversation we'd all had a number of years before. For some reason we started talking about human milk and all of us kind of wondered what it would taste like. Well, I decided to remind them of the conversation.

On the Saturday afternoon, Dean's mother came round and insisted on babysitting until the next day so we could go out. Time was getting on, so getting ready was a bit of a rush job. I showered and shaved first and then while Dean used the bathroom I went downstairs to ask Michaela if I could use their iron. I'm fairly light on my feet and they have the quietest staircase I've ever known. The living room door was ajar and for some reason I looked through the gap between door and frame before I entered the room, to see Michaela sat watching television with a double electric breast pump milking her as she held her top up. I stood there mesmerised for what seemed like hours as the machine pulled on the nipple closest me, my cock hardening. The bottles on the pump were nearly full, so I crept back upstairs and lay on my bed gently wanking for five minutes being sure not to get sweaty and determined not to cum. By the time I noisily walked through the door, I was hiding my erection with my shirt and Michaela was pulling her top down.

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