I remember how the seeds were planted for the "cheating wife" fantasy that my wife Trina and I began sharing. It was a couple of months before our wedding, and up until that time (in our spoken understanding) we agreed that we always wanted to be faithful to each other and that the idea of "swinging" was sort of creepy to us. But we followed a period of time where we didn't talk about that anymore, and I had to admit that a certain image had been creeping into my fantasy life that went against the grain of our understanding. Trina has large tits. I should say enormous! They're tits to die for; gargantuan, pumpkin shaped boobs with orange brown nipples each the size of an oatmeal cookie!

Early on, I had to get used to the fact that Trina was a traffic stopper. When I would walk down the street with her, guys would constantly trip over themselves and run into lamp posts. And many guys weren't too shy about calling invitations out the windows of their cars -- even though they could see she was already with a guy. Which made me wonder what it was like when I wasn't on the street with her. Which is where the fantasy seems to have its roots: One night, a couple of months before our wedding, as I said, we were sitting in a bar we like, listening to the rock band playing. Well, even though we were sitting alone at a table, Trina had guys all over her asking her to dance (the tight-fitting, black shirt she was wearing probably didn't help).

She deflected all these invitations, of course, but as each guy hungrily eyed my finance's cleavage, I just couldn't help thinking what it would be like to see the two of them in bed together, fucking each other goofy. We've always had a very "talkative" fucking relationship and while I had my cock in her that night in bed, I started to let slip what was on my mind. At first I was scared that she'd be angry with me for violating our "understanding," but I had a pleasant surprise in store. read the rest now...

After 5 years I was addicted to these Thursday afternoon massages. Ricardo could work magic on this stressed out body. He had been a massage therapist for over 20 years and knew exactly where it hurt and how to fix it. Now this woman was explaining that he would be out of commission for a few months Because of some car accident And did I want her to give me this weeks massage?

Since I was in the habit of taking the massage in the room I had specially built in my office I was already lying on the table nude with a thick warm towel draped modestly over my butt and upper thighs. “Sure”, I mumbled into the arm that was cradling my head, “go for it.”

I had watched her intently as she had explained Ricardo’s accident. She was attractive, tall, auburn haired with breasts that were full and firm (I’m a breast freak) and accentuated by her tight, knit shirt that clung to her every curve and showed hard nipples prominently poking into the fabric. Her tits were obviously unfettered by a bra.

She definitely knew what she was doing. Her hands quickly quieted my screaming tight muscles. Relaxation was overcoming me in warm, gentle, welcome waves of relief from the tension my job creates. Maybe it was because she was female, and attractive, but her hands were also having an exciting effect on me. My dick was tingling with pre erection sensations as her hands massaged my upper thighs.

“I have a weekly opening at this time if you’d like to become a regular, until Ricardo recuperates”, she added after a poignant pause. “I’m not trying to snake his clients, but there are 10 of Ricardo’s regulars I’d like to handle until his return.”

“The big tippers?” I said, sarcastically.

“No, actually”, she said, still running her fingertips up and down the taught muscles of my thigh, “the ones I’d like to see naked. Roll over.”

I was taken aback by her directness, but didn’t think of hesitating to follow her order. I rolled over as she held the towel up so I could roll over but kept the towel between her eyes and my hardening cock. When she replaced the towel over my crotch it resembled a tent. She smiled and continued the massage.

Watching her work was too much on top of the physical sensations and my erection grew quickly and obviously.

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I had created a monster. I suggested to my wife we expand our sexlife a bit, get adventerous. Maybe bring a third person to bed with us now and again.

"You thinking another man or another woman?" my wife asked.

"How about we try both and see which we like better....." I was about to justify the idea further but she cut me off.

"Remember that tall redhead you met at the client party? The one who bought the condo last month? She's talks about you everytime I've seen her since then. I bet she'd love to have sex with us. I'll ask her." And without further ado my wife grabbed the phone and her palm pilot and called the bitch.

"I'm sitting here in bed with my husband," she said after some small talk with the woman, "I'm stroking his cock and remembered you said if we ever wanted a threesome to give you a call. I think he's ready for that... Uh huh, tonite will be fine. See ya in about 45 minutes."

She hung up the phone and looked at me with a wide smile on her face, still stroking my rock hard dick.

"Took you long enough to pick up on my hints," she said, leaning down to lick the oozing precum off the head of my cock. "Should I do her or have her do me or should we both do you?" she asked, still stroking my erection with one hand and kneading my hard balls wth the other. "You're going to love her tits," she assured me, "'cause you're a boob man and she says she loves to have her nipples sucked." She yanked on my knob some more. "And you will be giving some great head, right? I've really bragged on your talent with your tongue." read the rest now...

When I get finished with work early, as I had done a few minutes ago, I either go to the golf course or home. Well, since it had been raining all day, I headed to the house for a quiet afternoon, hopefully nappng on the couch. I was surprised to see my wife's car in the garage when I pulled in. She was not normally home at this time of the day.

The house was mostly quiet; no TV or stereo was playing. I threw my keys on the table as usual, making no effort to be quiet. I didn't want to sneak up on anyone. I did think I could hear a soft, raspy sound as I walked into the livingroom though. My suspiscions were aroused.

"Hi, baby," my wife said through labored breaths as I neared the sofa.

My suspiscions were no longer aroused, but other parts of me were quickly becoming aroused. That gorgeous creature I married was lying naked on the sofa, one hand carressing her tits while the other hand was buried in her cunt. Judging by the sheen of perspiration on her dark tanned skin and the puddle on the sheet beneath her crotch, she had been masturbating for a while and had cum at least a couple of times already.  From my vantage point at the arm of the sofa I could look from the top of her head down over all of her supine body. Man, she was beautiful!

"Need any help?" I offered.

She tilted her head back to look at me. "Take your clothes off," she hissed, still breathing heavily.  It took mere seconds to follow her instructions. The hand that had beenon her tits was now thrown back over her head with her hand trying to find my naked cock. "Come here babe, let me feel you."    read the rest now...

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After two years of enjoyment and fucking I left her in the place where I first met her. That day was a rainy day. I was on my way to my guest house. Suddenly someone in the rain was asking for a lift. I stopped the car and opened the door and let her into my luxury car. She thanked me and I started the car. I asked her where she need to go. She was silent.

I drove the car for 4 kilometers and again asked her where she had to go? Then she opened her mouth .Her lips were strawberry in color  and her body was so wet that her curves were visible to me. I then slowly put my hand on the gear so that I could  just make her feel the sense of me. Then I slowly moved my hand on to her leg and rubbed it smoothly. She was numb. I then stopped the car nearby a tree. I slowly touched her boobs which were like papaya fruits so firm that I started sucking them. She was in a trance and enjoying the feel. Then I moved her to the back seat and then removed her saree. Then I slowly removed her jacket. Her beauty was transparent through her lingerie. I slowly removed her bra and panties. Her curves made me mad. She removed my pant and my underwear. Then I started sucking her pussy. She was moaning heavily. I increased the intensity of my tongue by licking her pussy. I was so excited and she was so comfortable with me. Then I slowly moved to her boobs and started licking and biting them. She was enjoying my company. Then she slowly took my cock as I laid down on the seat. She was sucking it hard. Then I   read the rest now...

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When Carol came to work in my department I was impressed with her enthusiasm. She was young, but willing to work hard and learn. That impressed me. I took her under my wing, so to speak, and trained her for a couple of weeks. When she went out on her own, she made me proud and quickly became one of the best Customer Service reps we had.

Carol was pretty mature for her age. Even though I was quite a bit older than she, we seemed to have developed a close friendship. One Friday night, after a particularly long and stressful week, I invited her to happy hour after work for "a quick drink". That one drink turned into three and we were both getting a bit buzzed. We were debating ordering one more drink when she said to me, "one more and I'll be telling you all my deepest, dark secrets."

"Well, that settles it then," I said, ordering another round. "I don't need all your secrets," I joked, "just the juicy ones."
"I'd be more than happy to share but you got to give a little to get a little," she said with a sly grin on her face. "You tell me one first, then I'll reciprocate."

A little voice in my head was screaming "NO DON'T" even as the words started coming out. "Some of my friends and I go to Jack and Jill parties where we masturbate in front of women who like to watch that sort of thing." Carol said nothing but stared at me with her mouth half opened and her drink still pursed to her lips. "Oh shit, now you think I'm a total perv."

"Are you serious?" she finally spoke.

"Yeah," I admitted. I knew I was blushing badly from embarrassment.

"Can I get invited?"

"Are you serious?" It was my turn for incredulity.

"Ok, my dark secret." She moved a little closer and lowered her voice. "Ever since I was a teenager I've fantasized about watching a group of naked guys jerking off. I picture myself kneeling in front of them and having them cum all over my body, especially my tits. I thought you had somehow found that out and were making fun of me. Sorry if I looked offended. I didn't mean to embarrass you." Carol excused herself to hit the ladies room. In her abscence, I made a few phone calls.   read the rest now...

My husband is phenominally attractive, has a great body, and agreed without hesitation to go naked when he was around the house. I know he enjoyed me looking at him naked even more than I enjoyed looking.

We were still just dating when I first confessed my penchant for looking at naked men. I told him how much I enjoyed a man's body, enjoyed playing with his cock anytime the spirit moved me. I told him how much I liked giving handjobs and how thrilling it was to know my man was always there, naked and ready for sex if I wanted it. And that was our deal: he stayed naked all the time (and usually with a hard-on if I had anything to say about it, and I did!), If he had stayed hard too long and I was too tired to do anything about it he would jerk off for me. I really enjoyed watching that too.

The more things I threw at him the more he agreed to, never questioning my motives or complaining. He just played along with me. I wondered just how far he would let me take this. I decided I would proceed slowly, keeping my man naked more often in more places just to see when he would say "enough".

We were married in Februaury and decided to honeymoon in Cabo. I had kidded him all summer about his "golfer's tan"; dark face, arms, neck and legs with a stark white torso. I suggested the first day in Cabo that we should hit the clothing optional beach so he could get working on a good "all over" tan. Once again he agreed wthout hesitation.

We were the perfect newlywed couple walking down the beach, me in my new bikini and my husband in nothing at all. There was an area we found that was just perfect. He threw down the blanket, set up the umbrella for a shady refuge when the sun got to be too much and we began smearing each other with thick suntan lotion.

"This guy has never seen direct sunlight," I said as I began to rub a thick coat of lotion onto his dick and balls. He began to harden between my slippery hands. We both enjoyed it as my husband's cock grew while I continued to rub the sensitive skin. By the time I was satisfied he had a sufficient amount of lotion to prevent any serious burn on that precious cock, he was fully erect (impressively so I might ad). I think he was terribly dissappointed when I stopped my attentions, but his hard on was slow to subside. He was lying there, soaking up the sun with his cock sticking straight up from his groin when we heard some folks approaching. read the rest now...

I met Lilia online when I was just 18. She was smart, and funny, and after seeing pictures of her, I thought she was just adorable. Though I'd never come out to my family about my bisexuality, I was instantly attracted to her and fantasized about someday meeting her in person. Lilia lived in Florida, and I was in New York City at the time. During Spring Break of my freshman year in college, I finally summoned up the money -- and the courage -- to drive down and meet up with her.

When I showed up at her door, I was taken aback by how beautiful she really was. She had long, dark hair and the most perfect body I'd ever seen. The first thing she said when she saw me was, "You are just as lovely as I thought you would be." My heart raced.

As she showed me around her house, she paused in the bedroom and sat down. Out of her nightstand, she pulled a small toy. While we talked, she played with it in her hands, turning it on and off. I just stood in place, barely able to respond to her words and not sure what to do with myself. The buzz of the tiny vibrator felt like it was searing through my mind.

Finally, Lilia said, "It's getting late. I'm going to change. Why don't you meet me back here in a few minutes?" She hadn't shown me a guest room, and I grew wet just thinking that I would be sleeping in the same room as her.

I hurriedly changed into my pajamas -- a sheer t shirt and striped boxers -- and knocked on her door. Lilia greeted me wearing a lacy teddy that showed off her perky breasts. She put her hand on my shoulder and drew me into the room. "Hop in," she said, gesturing to the bed.

I climbed in and within seconds, she was next to me, running her hand up my thigh and under my shirt. I finally felt safe enough to kiss her, sliding my tongue over hers with all the hunger I'd felt since I'd arrived in her home. Things progressed so quickly after that, but it felt like a million years. She made me cum repeatedly, using her clit vibrator and her gentle mouth, and I did the same for her using nothing but my bare hands.

We followed the same routine each night and morning until I had to return back to school, and this summer, Lilia is coming to stay with me in New York. I can hardly think of anything else!

     Reflexively, she criss-crossed her hands in front of her pubis, blocking my view.  Her modesty amused me.  Maybe it was part of her game.
I decided to play along with her.  "Are you shy, Laurie?"

     "Yes," she half-whispered.

     "We're both girls, you needn't be.  Didn't I let you look between my legs earlier?"

     Her face reddened, remembering.  "But you were wearing panties.  I'm naked there now.  And I hardly know you.  I'm scared." read the rest now...

     I leaned forward even more, putting my left hand behind her back for support, while I moved my right hand beneath the hem of her skirt, and then
upward, forcing the front of her skirt to rise in the crook of my arm as I planted my fingers in the crotch of her pantyhose.  I could feel the warmth
of her breath on the side of my neck.      "OH!" she cried, bringing her thighs close together to capture my hand between them as soon as she felt my hand reach the "V' of her hot crotch.  Yes, the crotch was hot.  Not warm.  Hot!  Moisture had already seeped from her sex through her panties and hose.  I pressed upward into the meaty tissues, then urged my middle finger into the divide of the soft lips, just at the outside her vaginal entrance.  She moaned passionately as I pressed inward with my finger, forcing her panty crotch slightly into her vagina.

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     My heart was pounding a mile a minute the night I met Laurie.  Or I guess you could say the night I "bought" Laurie.  I had heard about the slave auctions at one of the famous S&M clubs in downtown New York City on a Friday night.  I went there not knowing what to expect.  There were an
awful lot of weird characters there and I really felt out of place.   I mean, a girl really shouldn't be in a place like that.  The men made passes at me; the women looked at me like I was competition for them.

There were three girls available for auction that night.  After seeing the first two, who looked like they had been worked over by a steam shovel, my anticipation dwindled.  But when Laurie came up to the stage, my heart leaped out!  There she was, the girl of my dreams--petite, blonde, blue-eyed, pug-nosed.  Innately shy.  Not a day over 20.  She never raised her head, not once, while the auctioneer rattled off the cadence of numbers.

At $250 there were three bidders left.  At $325 just two.  I ended up buying her for $400, only after convincing the auctioneer to raise her skirt up,
showing us a dainty pair of white panties beneath her tan-colored pantyhose, and then to open her blouse half-way, exposing a lacy, white bra and what appeared to be a pair of very well-formed breasts.  

She blushed profusely as she was led to me from the dais, her head still lowered.  I wondered what kind of girl would allow herself to be sold as a slave to a perfect stranger, to another girl.  "I live in Jersey," I half-whispered, my heart racing.  "My car is outside."  "You have to promise me one thing," she said in an obviously nervous manner.

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       Biology wa so boring,  if weren't for the sights to be seen in class I probably never would have gone.  It was a big class, 200-250 students, which meant that there was always someone to stare at for the 60 minutes.  I usually picked out one girl, who was wearing something that caught my eye when I walked in, sat near enough to observe her whole body, and then stared for the whole time.  On this particular day, I sat down so I could see Kim, I knew her name because she was in my lab clas s, and also in the dorm across from mine.  As class started I started watching her, she was wearing a white Polo, light blue jeans, and as she shifted her weight her tits swayed in her shirt.  She had dark brown hair, medium length, and big blue eyes .  I think she caught me watching, she kind of shot a smile and went back to writing, my dick rising in my pants.  After class, Kim came up to me and asked if I had done my lab work, I told her I had, and would be glad to bring it by her room.

       Later in the day, I went to Kim's room, she was wearing the same clothes as earlier.  As we talked, I could see her nipples start to get hard through her shirt. `"Are you cold.." I said. "No..not really" she said as Kim looked down and started blushing. We talked a little more about class, and then I asked her if she wanted to go to dinner.  She said no, "I really would like to, but my boyfriend would'nt like it too much" We started talking about her boyfriend and she told me he was from her hometown, and she went home a lot or he came to campus to see her. She also told me that outside of her roomate she really wasn't friendly with anyone, and that she really would appreciate just being friends, studying together and so on.  I said it would be my pleasure. Kim and I studied quite often after that, and got to know each other quite well.

       About two months later, I got this call at 2:00 am, Kim was on the other side, it sounded as if she was crying. "Can you come over..I need to talk. "

     "Okay I'll be right over"

      When I got over to her dorm, she was waiting in the lobby, her eyes were red, and her hair a mess.  We went into the rec room, sat down on
the couch, and then it poured foward. "he broke up with me...he's been dating someone at home" I put my arm around her, and just held her, we continued talking till 4:00 am, I had early class, so I walked her up to her room, kissed her forehead and left.

       The next day as we were walking home from class, Kim told me to come over and pick her up for dinner.  As she walked away from me, I
watched one of the best looking asses on campus.  I knocked on Kim's door at six. "Come in...it's open." read the rest now...

She was so hot.  I just loved to look at her as she left her apartment.  No matter when or for what reason she look very sexy. She had the kind of body that just screamed 'fuck me'.  And that is what I wanted to do.  She was kind of short but had those perfect legs that gave the illusion of going on for ever.  She had that long, thick hair that was just perfect to nuzzle in too.  I watched her everyday, and I knew her habits.  On weekdays morning she dressed in a short dress type suit.  All stiff and business-like, the type that made men and women equal in the workplace.  Later she would come home and change for jogging.  She wore some tight sweat pants and amorphous shirt.  Because she had some huge breast she wore in of those tight jogging bras.  Every day she came back all hot and sweaty making me really horny. 

Some would say, "If you wanted her so much why don't you get her?" Well for sure I wanted to but she always seemed to have another guy. And did she go through them.  She never had one for more than a few weeks, and I wanted to be more than that.  That is why I watched and studied her for so long.  I knew her in and out including her favorite sex positions, via a telescope bought for the purpose.  As a matter of fact I finally decided that I would confront her with my love as soon as I found out one last bit of information.  I didn't know her name.  I vowed that when I got it, I would get her.

One day she did not follow the usually routine.  She went out to work did not come for her daily jog.  I saw this as an excellent chance to figure out her name.  I knew for sure that her name would be on her mail, which she usually picked up from her box before jogging.  Inconspiciously I slipped down to the mail boxes.  The apartment owner either was a trusting soul or cheap because the boxes did not have locks.  Lucky for me!  I glanced and saw no one around. I quickly popped open her box and scanned her letters.  Finally I say what I had been waiting for.  Among the letters to occupant I found one addressed to 'Miss Betsy Bryant'.  I am ready to make my move.  read the rest now...

John removed the handcuffs and she slipped off her blouse.

She noticed the deep lines on her wrists from the hard steel, and she started to rub them.

"Give me your hands, I have a cure for that." What he actually had were leather wrist cuffs. They were fairly wide, about three inches, and held closed by two big silver buckles. There was a large ring hanging from a D-ring attached to them, and it was pretty obvious to her what it was for. Compared to the cuffs, these were actually comfortable. They fit tightly, exactly against her skin, but they conformed to the shape of her wrists. Then he produced a pair of ankle cuffs that were exactly the same, only heavier.

"This is getting interesting. You're turning me into quite the proper slave girl, aren't you?" She held up one hand and rocked it back and forth. The rings jangled together. "And you don't even need bells..." She put her hand on his thigh and then slid it higher. She felt his hardness return. "Take me...Mas- ter." This role was easy to slip into, and it made a very interesting game.

"You take me," he said, leaning back on the bed. Angie took her cue instantly, getting down on her knees and taking the shoes from his feet that were hanging over the edge of the bed. She peeled off his socks, which were still fresh (He must have taken a shower just before the party, she thought) and massaged his feet. She looked up at him, and met his eyes, and without break- ing her gaze away from his, began kissing his toes.   read the rest now...