Hot Wife Finger Fucked

Beth and I had been to a show and stopped off at a bar near to the theatre afterwards. She had gotten a lot of admiring glances as we entered, well she does have a stunning little figure so I am used to seeing mens reactions to her. This night especially, as she was wearing a low neck-lined top and a short mini-skirt.

The place was quite packed but we managed to get stools at the bar. After a couple of drinks we decided to head for home but I needed the mens room first. On my return, Beth looked very flushed and agitated. As soon as she saw me she got off her stool and headed for the door with me close behind.

I asked her what was wrong but it wasn’t until we had been driving for about 10 minutes that she started to reply.

‘I… I have something to tell you!’

‘What is it Darling?’ I asked. Seeing she was somewhat nervous and shaken, I pulled into a lay-by and parked up. I waited patiently for her speak. I put my arm around her to comfort her. Eventually she started to speak but without looking at me, keeping her eyes on the floor.

‘At the bar, when you were at the toilet…. Something happened.’

I said nothing as I stroked her hair and let her continue.

‘You will hate me, I know you will.’

‘Of course I won’t, how could I possibly hate you? Besides, you couldn’t have done very much as I was only gone a few minutes.’

‘A few minutes was all it took.’


Cum Filled Fantasy Cums True

This is a true story of living out a fantasy while on vacation with my husband during the winter of 1995. We were on vacation in the San Diego area, a coast away from where we lived. Business had brought my husband here and he took me along for the trip. At that time, we had been married for over 10 years, and although we had a good sex life, we were always looking for ways to spice things up a bit.

We had been talking about my feeling less sexually attractive to men during the plane ride out. My husband disputed this, saying that despite being almost 40 years old, with my smooth skin and 5’4″well toned body, I was still a fox.

This made me feel somewhat better, but I still had that lingering doubts about what men really would think of me sexually. This discussion continued during the first several days of our trip in Southern California. My husband pointed out men who would turn to get an extra long look at me as we walked by and directed my attention to those that guys who would stare a little too long when I was out at pool side sunning in my string bikini.

The resort hotel that we were staying at was perched on the edge of a calm Pacific Ocean bay and complemented with wonderful grounds and facilities. Clusters of palm trees, tropical plantings and the warm California weather gave a certain sensual note to the resort.

On Friday night, the day before we were scheduled to fly back home, we had planned to go to the bar at the resort and listen to some live music that was advertised. We then planned to enjoy some drinks while listening to the music, have a romantic dinner together at one of the resorts restaurants and then retire to our room for some adult fun.

The bar was situated along the bay side area of the hotel. It featured an open air stage for the band, a large wooden bar with places to both sit and stand at the bar and groups of tables tucked into a myriad of tropical plantings all accented by dim, romantic lighting.

That afternoon, my husband surprised me by suggesting that we begin by sitting apart when we got to the bar just to see if anyone would “hit” on me. I thought it was more likely that they would hit on him than on me, but my interest was aroused by his suggestion.


Distracted At The Office

Katie was my new secretary. Her desk was at a right angle to mine so that she sat side on to me right in my field of vision as I tried to get on with my work. This I found quite hard because Katie could be a little distracting. Although her clothes made a nod to the professional, it was a little, how shall I say, slutty. Mind you she was the kind of girl who could have made twin sets and floral prints look slutty. She had long, dirty blonde hair and tits like boulders, the kinds of tits that would stand out from behind any kind of top and put sex on you brain. She also those pouty little lips that seemed made for no purpose other than to wrap around some lucky guys cock and suck his brain’s out.

Yes, nature had given Katie the body of a slut. But what God had given Katie had perfected. Today was unusual in that she wasn’t showing any cleavage. Most days I’d have to try my damnedest to keep my eyes away from the valley of breasts as they lay half exposed under her shirt. Once I’d been able to see her black bra peeking out from the white cotton as it pushed her twin mounds of flesh together in the most eye catching way imaginable. It was even worse as she leaned over my desk to show me a client letter or an invoice, her tits thrust into my face, inviting me to gaze down under the fabric which hung away from her body so that I could see the full shape of her large breasts straining against her bra. As she talked to me of mundane billing matters, I could imagine how her breasts would swing free if released from her bra. They would seem to fill my entire field of vision and there were times when my mind would be so full of them that it seemed entirely natural that they should be swinging free, that Katie would take off her bra as she leaned close to, so close that I could feel her breath on my cheek. That instead of getting her answer and going back to her desk she’d carry on leaning over even further, stick her tits in my face so I could lick and nibble on her nipples, feel them harden in my mouth. Having down that she would then lower her heavy breasts onto my cock, now miraculously free of my pants and rub them against it, push her titties into my cock and massage it until she’d pull away just as I came so I’d spray my seed all over those dirty great boobs.

Today instead she was wearing a tight pink sweater that came up to her neck. No cleavage was showing at all but the tightness of the sweater left very little to the imagination. But what was stopping me concentrating on the Johnson report was her skirt. Normally she’d go for plain trousers, focusing most of the attention on her chest. Although there were times when she bent over to look at some files that I could see the outline of her perky little arse straining through the fabric or the line of a g-string poking out over the top. I could feel my cock stirring against my leg as images came unbidden of me standing behind her, slipping her trousers and panties off over her hips, exposing her bare arse, feeling that cute little bottom pushed against my pelvis as I slid my hard, quivering cock into her tight, wet little pussy, fucking her hard from behind while she braced herself, bent over the filing cabinet groaning with delight as I shot my load deep inside her. In reality of course I’d just sit there fidgeting awkwardly hoping I wouldn’t get called away from my desk before my hard-on subsided.


Work Surprise

Just try and imagine my surprise when I stopped by my wife’s office the other day, only to find her begging for one of her workers to “Fuck her harder, to bang her like the she was.”

A little bit of history, I’m 46, my wife just turned 40, we’ve been married for 10+ years and live a comfortable life in a quiet small town.

Our sex life hasn’t exactly been anything to write home about for the past four or five years, mostly because she refuses to use birth control, and I refuse to get a vasectomy. I guess most of our lack of intimacy can be blamed on my. I don’t want to have any more children, I’ve already fathered four, and don’t wish to have any more. Yet I have this fear of surgery, so I refrained from having the vasectomy surgery done.

Anyway, back to the story…

Our offices are only a couple of blocks away, so I thought I’d surprise my wife and show up on her in the late afternoon. Even though we’ve not been close sexually, we’ve always been able to talk business and each others jobs. I figured I’d stop by and get her away from work and go have a drink or two and shoot the breeze. Truth be known, I just wanted a head start on my daily routine of getting shit-faced.

As I came to the front door of her office, the front door was locked. I knew she was there because her car was parked out front. I also knew of the back door entry through the alley behind the movie theater. I walked around to the alley and walked in the back door.

As I entered the door I heard what I can only describe as total passion. It was Debbie, she was proclaiming how much she loved “his” black dick. How “her” pussy was his, and that she was his little white fuck slut. I couldn’t believe my ears, as I slowly crept around and down the small flight of stairs. As I crept down those stairs I heard more and more, I heard a deep voice proclaiming “you ride that black dick you white whore.”


Wifes First Big Black Cock

This is the story of how my wife was fucked by a black guy for the first time.

Let me start by telling you a little bit about us. My wife, Jane, and I have been married for 19 years. We are both 37 years old. We married while we were still in college after Jane got pregnant with our daughter, Susie.

Jane was, and still is, one of the sexiest women I’ve ever seen. At 37, she has the figure of a woman 10 years younger. In fact, several of my buddies have commented that they wish their wives had kept their looks the way mine had. She’s got natural 36D breast that don’t sag a bit, a flat tummy, and a perfectly round and tight ass. I feel like the luckiest guy in the world every time I look at her.

Our daughter Susie is 18 and just graduated high school. She inherited her mother’s looks and has never had trouble finding a date among the boys in town. Susie has a wild streak and tends to spend her time running with the wrong crowd. Her mother and I have never approved of Susie’s choice in friends. More on some of them later.

Jane and I had what many would consider the perfect marriage. We are both still very much in love. She is my best friend and my lover. We had everything that anyone could ever desire: a huge house with a pool, nice cars, vacations, the works.

Still…anyone who has been married that long will tell you that things eventually get stale in the relationship. This was starting to hold true for Jane and I. We are both open sexually. Fantasies and role-playing have always been part of our sex life together. We had often talked about swinging with another couple, but this fantasy has never become a reality. Before we got together, Jane had only had one other lover and she would sometimes mention in bed what a turn-on it would be for her to take another man. For the longest time though, this was all nothing more than pillow talk.

Now that the background is set, let me tell you about the events that led up to my wife taking her first black man.

As I mentioned before, our daughter had just graduated from high school. It was mid-June and Susie was going to spend the weekend visiting the campus of our state university, which is several hours away by car. She was to leave Friday afternoon with a group of classmates and a few parents.

This presented Jane and I with a unique opportunity, a weekend alone. I was planning to cook a romantic dinner for my wife the next evening, open a bottle of wine, and make love all night. As you will find out, things did not happen exactly that way.

I was in the garage when Susie’s ride pulled in the driveway.

My daughter bounded out of the house when the car arrived.

“Have a great weekend Dad,” she said.

“Be careful honey,” I replied.

“By the way, I told my friend Jessica that her and her boyfriend could come over and use the pool tomorrow. I hope that’s OK,” Susie continued.

With that, she was off.

I didn’t even get a chance to respond to her last statement. Obviously, I didn’t want any of my daughter’s friends hanging around my pool when I was trying to set up a romantic night at home. However, Jane and I had always allowed Susie’s friends to use our pool. Maybe we were too permissive in that sense, but the kids were generally very polite and didn’t over-stay their welcome.

However the friend that Susie mentioned, Jessica, is nothing but trouble. After meeting Jessica, Susie started to have problems in school…poor grades, staying out late, drinking, that sort of thing.

I even suspect that Jessica has taken my daughter to The Zebra, a club in our town known for having a very rough, and very black, clientele.



I was twenty-two years old and it was the birthday of one of my best friends. She was a bit of a party girl, so she wanted to celebrate by going out to a club with her girls. I was never a huge fan of night clubs, but I knew that it was always and easy way to find a guy to hook up with if I was ever in the mood, and I was definitely in the mood on this night.

I had opted to wear a pair of jeans instead of a skirt, and I topped off my simple, casual ensemble with a tight tank top with spaghetti straps. Even though I have always had firm breasts, the advantage of having a small bust line, I chose to wear a bra so that my nipples wouldn’t be too terribly prominent. We arrived at the club just as it was starting to get busy, heading straight for the bar to get a couple of drinks before hitting the dance floor. There were six of us in total, and we all finished our drinks and stepped out onto the floor as a group.

Needless to say, six hot young women dancing in a group was enough to get a lot of people’s attention. Some guys tried to worm their way into our group to dance with us, but they were quickly shot down. We had been on the floor for nearly an hour before I spotted the guy that I knew I wanted.

Being a petite woman, I’ve always had a thing for guys that are taller than me and, even better, athletically built. This guy met that criteria and then some. As soon as our eyes met on the dance floor I felt my pussy get wet and I knew I had to have him. He made his way over to me and we danced a bit, rubbing our bodies up against each other. After a couple of songs he offered to buy me a drink so we moved off the floor and found a place to talk. After several minutes of trying to talk above the music, Brian (as I had found out his name was) suggested that we go somewhere a little quieter where we could talk.

“Do you have somewhere in mind?” I asked.

Massage Parlour Fun

I’d been married for about 15 years when I got a job transfer and my wife and I moved to Hawaii. We moved to the outskirts of Honolulu and enjoyed living in paradise. However our life at home had become a little stale, especially in the bedroom. She had always wanted to move to HI and now that she was here, the heat in the bed seemed to get turned down to a simmer. Sex was once a week if I was luckky and it was straight missionary. Basically she would lay back, spread her legs, and wait for me to finish, making a few token moans to try to fool me into thinking she enjoyed it. She hated oral(“I don’t want that in my mouth, gross”) and she complained other positions weren’t comfortable. Once she slipped up and mentioned that sex was one of the “wifely duties” that she had to do.

When we were married, the sex was pretty good. She wasn’t crazy about oral but would make the attempt and would try other positions without a fuss. It seemed that she was waiting for me to get her over here before putting a stop to most of it.

As a result, I would spend more and more time checking out all the eye candy that comes here to vacation. However, I’m not really good at the whole seduction thing so the most I usually did was look.

I said “most”. One day I was so horny I thought I’d check out one of the local asian massage parlors. I had heard from a friend at work some details about these places and he recommended one to go to for some stress relief. I found the place one afternoon and went inside. Once in the door I was greeted by a fifty-something mammasan who took me to a dimly lit room. I paid the house fee then she closed the door and left me alone inside.

A few minutes later the door opened and the hottest asian girl I’d ever seen walked in. She was about 5′ tall, nice petite figure with some big store-bought tits. I didn’t really care if they were fake or not, they looked great. She was wearing a small two piec bikini. She introduced herself as Annie and asked if I wanted a shower. I said sure and she helped me undress. As she squatted down and pushed my shorts down my dick, which was starting to stiffen up already, swung up and bumped her chin. She laughed, grabbed the base of the shaft, and gave it a little kiss on the tip. A little moan forced it’s way out of my lips. She looked up, smiled at me, then opened her mouth and put the whole thing inside and sucked gently on it. I gasped as I felt the tip bump the back of her throat. She started to draw back but I grabbed the back of her head and pushed deeper into her mouth. She relaxed and let me. It felt wonderful. She sucked on it for a few seconds then gentle pushed away from me. “Shower first,” she whispered with a smile. Then she stood, wrapped a towel around me, and we went to the shower.

I don’t remember much about the shower except it mainly involved me laying on a padded bench and her rubbing me down with liquid soap. She was especially thorough around my lower regions. After I was clean, we went back to the room where I laid down with a towel over me and she left for a minute.

Gwens Bountiful Buttocks

The rain fell hard and steady that weekend afternoon. My lover, Gwen, and I had planned to spend the day walking up and down Michigan Avenue checking out the store window displays and, perhaps, stopping in here and there to make a purchase. After window shopping, we would find a cafĂ© just off the avenue for a bite to eat while we talked and enjoyed each other’s company. But the poor weather changed all that. I’m not too sad about it, though. Instead of being out in public, we stayed in and ended up having a very good day.

Gwen is a stunningly beautiful woman. For those of you who care about such things, Gwen has very dark skin, short kinky hair, is rather tall, and has a somewhat pear-shaped figure. She’s got a lovely face with large eyes that can be soulful, mischievous or piercing, and luscious full lips, firm natural 34-B breasts with nipples the color of black licorice, sleek arms with long delicate fingers, a taut flat belly, wide hips (at least 40 inches), and long legs with tapering thighs and shapely calves. Gwen is a serious amateur dancer and so she has flexibility throughout her body and her arms and legs are very powerful without being bulky. To me, she defines femininity.

I, on the other hand, am a white man, more than 6 feet tall, rather muscular, but with the beginnings of that spare tire all men seem to develop at some point in their lives. As for looks, I consider myself to be average looking at best. I enjoy working out with weights, taking long walks along the lakefront, listening to music, and reading mystery novels. And, of course, I love spending time with Gwen and every day I’m thankful that Gwen continues to spend her life with me.

Gwen and I are both in our mid 50’s and we’ve been together for more than 25 years. We’re not married, but our relationship is more solid that many married couples’. Part of our success together is a very satisfactory sex life. I figure that during a typical week we’ll have some form of sex at least 10 times. That’s a minimum of 520 acts of erotic touching, talking dirty to each other, and good old oral, genital and/or anal sex every year. Sometimes we’ll spice up our love life by including another man (for her) or woman (for me) or couple (for us). On rare occasions Gwen will bed a strange man and I might fuck some unknown woman. You may think we’d be angry and hurt by this, but the opposite is true. She’ll tell me about what it felt like to have a stranger’s cock inside her body and I’ll tell her all about being in some slut’s mouth, cunt and ass. It makes us that much more horny for each other and we end up acting like teenagers and fucking every which way through the night!

Now back to the story. On that particular rainy day, Gwen decided to practice her dance routine. I’m a lousy dancer, but I thoroughly enjoy watching Gwen. She makes it look so natural and effortless, even thought I know she’s working very hard. Gwen exudes a definite style and grace in her movements. Naturally, my motives for watching her are not all innocent! When Gwen practices, she tends to wear form-fitting clothes that cling to her physical attributes very nicely. Of particular interest to me is how her leotard seems to amplify the jiggling of her ample butt. I’ve frequently begged Gwen to practice in the nude, but she says that wouldn’t work because I’d never give her the chance. She’s right, but I have to ask because one day she just might agree!

Anyway, I watched Gwen do her stretches and then begin her dance. I was very turned on by her and started to rub my cock through my pants. Gwen saw me and smiled. I often play with myself while watching her dance (or cook or do the laundry or sit in a chair reading a book). Soon I had my pants and BVDs off and was stroking my penis where she could see it. Sometimes her routine brought her near to where I was sitting and she would blow me a kiss or very lightly touch the head of my cock with her long sculpted fingers. That always gave me a jolt like electricity, but it was never enough to make me cum. I reached out and grabbed for her ass as she swept by.

Gwen continued to practice for about an hour. When she finished, there was a glow about her that made her appear more beautiful and sexy than usual. I could have jumped her right then, but Gwen wanted to take a hot bath to relax her muscles. She asked me to join her in our bedroom in 30 minutes.

That half-hour passed much too slowly. My cock was oozing pre-cum and I desperately wanted to shoot my load, but I called up every reserve of willpower that I had and waited. Finally time was up and I entered our bedroom. Gwen was lying facedown on the bed, completely naked. Her legs were spread apart and I could clearly make out the bright pink slash between her dark chocolate thighs. She asked me to massage her legs and back. I started with her calves and ankles and feet. She oohed and aahed and seemed to melt in my hands as I rubbed her feet. Next, I gently but firmly rubbed and kneaded her back. Then I spent at least 10 minutes on each thigh. Of course, there was the accidental (on purpose) touching of Gwen’s labia and opening of her vagina. My cock was at its maximum length and hardness and yet it seemed more blood was trying to flow in than my penis could hold. Large drops of pre-cum landed all over Gwen’s legs and back.

As I was finishing with her thighs, Gwen asked me to massage her butt cheeks. My prayers were answered! I started slowly, trying to pace myself, but soon I knew it was a lost cause. I squeezed and gathered up the fleshiness of each cheek with my hands. I kissed and licked her skin. Her butt cheeks were contradictions in sensations, both firm and soft, pliable yet hard, smooth yet covered with goose bumps. Before long, I parted those big cheeks and stuck my tongue into the muskiness of her asshole. I licked and nipped with my teeth all around her anus and up and down her ass crack. She was twitching her hips and moaning with pleasure. After several minutes of oral stimulation I got on my knees and slowly pushed my prick past her sphincter. Gwen had a look of pure delight on her face. I kept pushing until there was nowhere left to go. Then I slowly withdrew and as the head of my cock was about to pop out, I pushed back in. I repeated this maybe 15 times before I felt the unmistakable rush of cum racing through my shaft. I plunged in one last time and shot my semen deep into Gwen’s bowels. She must have felt my ejaculation because she gave out a primal moan and clamped her ass shut in her own orgasm.

After my cock softened, I pulled out of Gwen’s lovely ass. She rolled onto her side and gave me a long soul kiss. Then she went into the bathroom and came back with a small bowl of water, soap and a hand towel. Gwen lovingly washed my cock of our combined juices. She carefully dried my penis and took the dirty water back to the bathroom. Gwen came back and stood before me. Her tits were swollen and her shaved pussy was hot with arousal. She kneeled on the bed and lowered her cunt to my face and I began at least a half hour of cunnilingus. She came at least twice, drenching my face with her vaginal juices each time. Then she licked and nibbled and suckled on my cock until I unloaded into her mouth. We spent the rest of the day naked, completely comfortable with each other. That evening Gwen asked me to fuck her hard in her pussy and ass and I was happy to oblige. An hour or so later we fell asleep totally contented.

I so happy and lucky to have Gwen, the love of my life!

Morning Ass Licking

I woke up on my stomach hearing the alarm clock at 7:15am. I looked over at him and lifted up a little to come over to him lying on his back. I kissed him after saying good morning then smiled at him, to let him know I wanted him to do what I find irresistible for him to do for me in the morning.

I fell back onto my stomach spreading my legs pulling a pillow under my stomach as I bent my knees a little and he crawled behind me grabbing hold of my legs still in black fishnet stockings from the night before.

I had my ass in the air and I buried my head into my pillow as I felt his warm dripping tongue briskly move over my asshole. I groaned and sighed as I take extreme pleasure in his tongue beginning to move all over my ass crease and I could feel his saliva starting to coat my asshole. He was moaning persistently as he gave me the impression that he tremendously loved licking on my asshole.

I said to him, “That’s it baby tell me you love licking my ass.”

He replied with his face still in my ass, “Oh I love fucking licking your ass baby, your ass is so… umm it’s so wonderful.”

I add, “Ya let me hear you worship my asshole while you lick me honey.”

The Massage

I have been hinting around to Julie my wife, that I would like to see another man, massaging her and playing with her body as I watched.

I finally asked her one night as we were laying in bed, “Would you like to get an erotic massage from another man as I watch?”.

Julie hesitantly said, ” Yes.”

I casually mentioned one day at work with a co-worker that we were looking for a masseuse to give my wife a massage. My co-worker said that he knew of one he and his wife use from time to time, and that he satisfies his wife in every way imaginable.

I called the masseuse one day, talked with him for several minutes and decided to make an appointment with him to give my wife Julie a erotic massage.

One night while Julie and I were in bed I told her, ” I had found someone to give her a massage and I think that you will enjoy it.” I told her, “I have him scheduled to give you a massage on Saturday night.”

Julie said, “Are you sure about this?”

I said, “Yes I am , I have talked with him and he seems like a nice guy.”

Saturday finally arrived. I could tell that Julie was excited.

She kept asking me,” What he was like?”

I kept telling her, “It’s a surprise.”

I took my wife out to our favorite Italian restaurant, and we both had her have a few drinks with our meal. I had arranged it to where this masseuse that I had found would come over to our house after we got back from our night out on the town.

Julie and I came home from our night out, it was about 7:00pm. We both took a hot shower and waited for him to arrive. After 20 minutes we heard a knock at the door. I answered the door.

Julie called from the bedroom , “Come here would you please?”

I asked Scott to come in, and excused myself and went to see what Julie wanted.

Julie said “I would like it much better if I had massage in the soft bed rather than the hard massage table that he has brought.”

I told Scott, “Julie would prefer her massage on the bed rather than his table.”

Scott said, “No problem, I several clients that like to be massaged on the bed rather than the table.”

Julie excused herself to the bathroom before Scott could see her. Scott went into the bedroom and spread a blanket on the bed and told me to get Julie ready for her massage by having her remove all her clothing, and to have her lie face down on the bed .

Scott excused himself to the kitchen to get his oils that he had brought warmed up.

Julie emerged from the bathroom looking nervous.