We were standing outside the visitors room and I could hear the guys yelling and complaining. What must the white guys on his team think of him, I wondered. I was waiting only a short time when I distinctly heard my husband yell as if he were hurt. Standing in front of me were more black men than I could count, most of them stark naked! But so many so big! I stood, mesmerized. Then I heard a hissing sound, and it shook me from my hypnosis.
I called. Slowly, the room was filling with steam. The vision in front of me was awesome. Men and men and men, all black, all naked, and all with huge should I say it? And then it started to happen. The ones closest to me, they were all I could see by then, started to get excited! I watched as one black dick after another began to harden and rise. Oh My! These were giant men and had giant oh my god — cocks!
And still the room filled with steam until it was getting hard to see anything. I was a little disappointed because I sure was enjoying the show! His Boss, Richard, likes Jimmy the best of all the salesmen and drops hints to him that he may be promoted to sales manager if the planned expansion goes through. Richard is a few years older than us fit, and handsome. After a few hours and numerous rounds, all of the guys went home except Jimmy and the boss.
Richard confided in Jimmy about a vacation he and his wife spent in Aruba, he told my husband that they met another couple became friends and after a few days, ended up having sex with them. Richard said he and his wife had talked about flashing, and swapping before, but never seriously thought anything would happen.
Jimmy told me the whole story how Richard confided in him and that Richard asked if we had ever discussed it. My husband told him his fantasies were similar and we talked about once in a while. A few days later, Jimmy had just picked me up from work, I was wearing my usual work clothes, a dress and heels. He brought up flashing again and finally convinced me to try flashing my panties to a truck driver. It was scary and exciting, but I agreed to try it.
We got on the interstate, and saw a truck ahead, Jimmy told me get ready, I slowly pulled up my dress, Jimmy said to slide down in the seat, and coaxed me to part my legs so the trucker could to see my panties. I closed my eyes as Jimmy pulled along side the truck, Jimmy said he saw me right away and was surprised, Jimmy paced him, I was too embarrassed to look then we sped up the road. Jimmy was excited and convinced me to do it again, only this time I had to make eye contact with the trucker. Only minutes later, my face still flushed, we pulled next to another truck.
Being scared, embarrassed and nervous was more fun than I thought. We were excited, Jimmy especially, and talked about it each time we had sex over the following days. Jimmy was ready to try something new and asked me about going to a shoe store somewhere out of town, dressed in a short skirt, wearing nylons and sheer panties. It was exciting talking about that too. Jimmy worked hard, and he was the winner for the sales dept. One month later we were in Aruba. The boss, his pretty wife and all the other winners and their spouses. Richard, the boss, spent time with everyone there and asked us if we would join he and his wife for scuba diving the next day.
We accepted, and had a scuba lesson that afternoon, so we would be prepared for them in the morning. We all had a great time. During that day, Richard took Jimmy aside and told him his wife was very taken with my husband. She hinted to Richard about getting to know Jimmy better. He liked his wife discretely flirting with other men. It excited him and allowed him to flirt with other women. We had a great day, even though about what Richard had said. My husband is a bastard. And I love him.
He calls me a bitch. And he loves me. Our marriage and our sex are both perfect. We often make bets on football and basketball games. Not for money — but for sex. Sometimes I win and sometimes I lose. When I win, I make the bastard pay. Last week I teased and tormented him an entire evening before I finally let him jack off to relieve the pain in his balls. But, this week, he won the bet. That bastard made me wear a thigh high miniskirt and a revealing blouse without bra and panties and make a trip to the mall.
I put it on I thought my legs still looked pretty damn good for a twenty seven year old broad but, shit, when I bend over even a little bit people are going to see my ass and that hairy pussy between my thighs. That skirt was short! I was as uncomfortable as hell walking through the mall with all those guys staring at me, and hoping we would not meet someone we knew. As much as I would have denied it, this new outfit excited me. But, I would never admit it to that bastard who walked along beside me.
I thought I had paid off my bet by letting him watch the guys we passed leer at my legs and bouncing boobs, but I was wrong. Any kind you want. We walked into the store and Bob sat down in a chair near the back. I looked around the shoe store and saw that we were the only customers.
As I stood looking at the shoes, a young man came up. There was no one else around. The bastard had planned this! There was more to this bet than walking around the mall. I realized that in that thigh high mini that shoe salesman was going to get a good look at my thighs — maybe more. I turned to look at Bob, and saw him sitting there with a grin on his face watching me. I pointed to an attractive shoe on display. It looked like my size. Lisa and I had been married about 5 years when things changed in such an amazing way. We had experimented with toys and told each other some fantasies along the way, but nothing really came of the fantasy thing.
So, after some time of trying to convince her, I dropped it. At some point during our fifth year together, we started up again on the fantasy.
Lisa sat me down one day and said she needed to talk, and sounded all serious. She was afraid I would throw her out… I took her face in my hands and kissed her, thanking her for telling me. I then placed her hand on my cock which was hard as hell. Lisa called me and asked me to pick her up, and I did… she looked hot — tight skirt, low-cut top, she was drunk and very amorous.
She cut me off, leaning over and giving me an incredible wet kiss. She paused, almost studying me. However, one couple stands out in my mind as the most remarkable and erotic I have ever encountered. Sonny, and his attractive wife Bonnie, came into my office one day and said they wanted to see some homes in the area within a certain price range.
After the usual introductions and the customary hand shakes, I selected half a dozen or so properties that met their requirements from the computer. Since I had no other appointments that afternoon we piled into my car and away we went. Sonny sat up front so I began to size him up as we drove on. I could see Bonnie only in the rear view mirror and an occasional glance over my shoulder.
From what I could see she looked very pretty and appeared younger than her husband by more than just a few years. As we visited several homes, I had a better chance to check out Bonnie. Her personality was completely unlike Sonny. Her attire was different too, a conservative outfit, with no attempt to hide the voluptuous body underneath.
Trim, and full figured, she carried her head high and proudly thrust out her generous, pointed breasts. She was obviously taking good care of herself in the body department. I noticed also when we talked she would eye me up and down and when our eyes met she gave me a slight smile and her tongue peeked out between her teeth to touch her upper lip.
More than once I was sure she intentionally brushed against me with her breasts. It became apparent that Bonnie was the dominant personality of the two. She seemed to talk down to Sonny and even belittle him on several occasions. I guess he was used to the treatment. Bonnie, however, was another story. I figured her for at least a flirtatious prick-teaser. Maybe more.
The next day I was prepared with a list of five homes to show where I knew the owners would not be home. Her revealing outfit was intended to show off her dynamite figure. The blouse she wore was a very sheer white silk, through which I could see a lacy, flesh colored bra. A bra so thin that the dark areola around her nipples shown through. Her navy blue skirt was snug, but not too tight, and showed off her firm, well-rounded buttocks. It was cut above the knees with a slit up both sides exposing lots of leg.
High heels and dark stockings completed the eye-catching ensemble. Even her auburn hair was styled in a loose, carefree manner.
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Sonny grunted something as we shook hands. I was beginning to think my appraisal of these two was close to the mark. My wife Kate and I finally arrived at our hotel in Cyprus, we had been waiting for this holiday for so long. The balcony overlooked the pool area with a nice view. As it was early September there were no kids around, just a few couples of various ages. And the temperature was still very hot. I admired her beauty as she sucked on her cigarette, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders. She was ready for the pool wearing her new skimpy swim-suit.
A sexy light blue bikini top which was struggling to contain her delicious 32C bust, and a matching thong, showing off her toned bum cheeks. Kate pulled on a white see-through dress and crushed out her cigarette.
My wife Kate is 30, me, Paul am We have been married 5yrs and met through working as insurance brokers. We found a nice spot at the corner of the pool not too far from the pool bar. I noticed four other couples spread across the sides of the pool, much to my delight two of the four women were topless enjoying the peace and quiet. As I looked at my wife I was shocked to see her squirt the lotion straight onto her tits right in front of this lad.
April and I have been married for 7 years and our sex life has been strained since the birth of our first child. One of the fantasies I have had for us is to see her pleased by a big black cock. I found the way for this to happen and here is how it played out. Let me tell you about us. She has a very nice ass and all the people who have seen her thinks she looks good.
I am open-minded and love to play out fantasies. I brought the idea to my wife about bringing a well endowed black man in to pleasure her. She told me no way to her ever sleeping with someone else. Now on that, let me say my wife has only been with me and two guys before me, so I think that had a slot to do with it. For several months I tried to convince her to play out this fantasy to no success. I knew that if I ever wanted this to happen, I had to either plan really well or just give up. I am not in the habit of giving up, so I thought about it for a while.
I finally came up with finding her a male masseuse to massage her like never before. She had had therapeutic massages before, but this time, she was going to be in for a real treat. I informed her on Tuesday that I had a surprise for her on Saturday night and that I was going to have the kids go to their grandparents for the weekend. She gave me the fiery go to hell look because she hates surprises. I found out he had been through massage school.
I explained to him my fantasy for her and told him that she had been unwilling to agree. We traded pictures and I was very impressed so I decided on using him for the massage. Saturday night rolled around and we dropped the kids off at their grandparents. After that I took her to dinner and we enjoyed a quiet dinner without kiddos screaming and yelling. I had rented a motel room that had a Jacuzzi in it and had gone there earlier in the day with her favorite bottle of wine and the stuff we would need for the massage. I took a blind fold and glasses and some of her lingerie for the evening.
As she took her clothes off, I poured her a glass of wine and explained to her that she was set up to have a massage. I told her that the hotel offered massages for guest and that I had asked for them to set one up for her. She was reluctant about it but said that since I would be there, it would be ok.
I told her there was nothing to worry about. I explained that I had packed a blindfold since I knew she was shy, and that she could think it was me. So at , I helped her to dry off and had her lay face down on the bed. I put the blindfold on her and nibbled at her ear just to get her going a little.
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I then covered her up with a towel as to make this look completely professional. I pulled out her favorite massage oil from the house which is a blend of herbs to produce an aroma for sensuality and tranquility. I was tired of being a substitute teacher. Tired of not knowing where I was going to work each day, or if I was even going to work at all. After years of complaining my husband finally told me that I should go back to school and get a graduate degree.
He said, it could improve my opportunities, and was he ever right. I am 36 years old, and still look rather young for my age. People often think that I am in my mid. Not being expected home for a few hours, I thought I would take some time to myself and just relax. After all, I deserved it. Yes, I needed some me time. I left the classroom and walked to the Student Union. I ordered a drink and went to the lounge and found a seat. I sunk deep into the soft cushions of a couch, letting the world just slip away, and letting out a small sigh. Yes, it was. A tall good-looking young man stood at the end of the couch.
You sit toward the front of the class, on the right-hand side. He took a seat on the couch. Then took a drink of his drink. It was then that I noticed how good-looking and well built he was. I could tell he was athletic, with sandy brown hair, green eyes, and dark complexion. He wore tight fitting jeans, a gray MU t-shirt, and untied high-top shoes.
He said that they visit each other occasionally on weekends but he still missed her and thought about her all the time. I told him that was very romantic and told him that I hoped it lasts. Then I let out another sigh. Ever wondered how far your wife would go with someone else? It started at her office Christmas Party. Because there had been too many restrictions the year before with party poopers and politically correct bores it had been decided to have it at a private house. So they let it be known it was going to be noisy, naughty and the drink was going to flow.
It was up to each employee to decide if they wanted to bring their partner — all were welcome. My wife wanted me to join her and I agreed. We are a quiet couple and my wife is usually very shy — and unfortunately a bit straight-laced. Or so I thought! When my wife rejoined me I commented on how some people seemed to be getting out of hand. That was the first surprise! Usually she would be the first to frown on public displays of sex.
I noticed a woman with two men — one was giving her hell of a passionate kiss while the other waited his turn. The men managed to do the same with several women — some while their husbands were nearby. I commented again to my wife. She seemed to be envious and I felt a bit unsettled about it. It was as though she thought my presence was spoiling her fun. Feeling annoyed I asked her a question. Last week my wife Susan had her twenty-sixth birthday party, and to celebrate we decided to throw a huge party for her.
I was kind of unsure about whether that was a good idea, but because Susan had never been to a reunion since she graduated, she said she really missed her friends, and after some pouting she convinced me to go along. The reason I was a bit hesitant was because Susan had been a bit of a party girl back in college. Susan herself is a beautiful girl, with shoulder-length brunette hair and a great smile. Her breasts are a small C cup, full and round, and they sit high on her chest.
During our trips to the beach, I always encourage her to take off her top at night and walk with me on the shore, and I always get a thrill watching the random guy pass by and gawk. She always acts embarrassed, but I think she enjoys it, too. On the night of the party, she was dressed in a low cut tank top with a short, swishy skirt.
She was very excited to see her old friends again. We went out to dinner beforehand, and at dinner she drank a full bottle of wine. She always gets horny when she drinks, and tonight was no exception. I was driving, and I wanted to be safe, so I brushed her off. Besides, you always like it when I show off, right?
The rest of the way she was talking about other stuff, but my mind was stuck on the party. I did like it when she showed off, but doing it in front of a bunch of people she knew was different. Still, though, as nervous as I was, I was also a bit turned on. What kind of horseplay did she have in mind? Prim and proper Heather Stewart believing in monogamous marriage had always politely smiled and flashed her diamond ring and wedding band to show that she was off the market whenever men hit on her until a female classmate in her evening college course mentioning Penthouse Letters magazine made her curious enough to buy the current issue.
Claims of unparalleled sexual gratification with inconceivably well-endowed black men in the Second Anniversary Issue of Slut Wives astounded Heather. The combined influences of white wives interracial extramarital affairs in consecutive issues of Penthouse Letters and an article in a subsequent issue of Cosmopolitan about gratifying unmet sensual needs resulted in Heather buying a life-like black dildo and interracial triple-X videotapes. Meanwhile over those several weeks the inner turmoil gradually diminished between monogamous morality and increasingly resorting to interracially oriented private pleasures.
In addition Heather became an avid crotch watcher and increasingly receptive to well-hung black men hitting on her.
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One black guy in the sociology class she was attending at night contradictory unnerved and intrigued her. Having seen other guys get shot down in flames when trying to date her, Derrick sat back and contemplated other options to getting her to go black. Maintaining a cool facade with the beauty in a couple of discussion groups allowed him to later chat with her before and at times after class ended.
In the washroom I wondered at what was happening here. Sure I was turned on by the situation, it was something I had fantasized about for years. But here it was right in front of me, what should I do? I walked out and made my way to the bar. I found my wife and she introduced me to her new friend. Mark was plainly smashed and my wife was also beginning to slur her words a little. Mark was plainly disappointed in this announcement but he quickly asked if there was anyway I could drive him back to his motel across town.
He was in no condition to drive and it was more than twenty miles back to his room. My wife looked at me with sad puppy dog eyes and I agreed. The most bland elevator music imaginable played as co-workers and various office-mates mingled, many of them strangers, some of them acquaintances from my floor. The annual fiscal year-end office party yippee.
She was hot, dressed funky, had class, was friendly and cool. Isabelle pretended to look shocked and offended, but relented and offered up a saucy smile from under her thin, plucked eyebrows. Her enormous alcoholically dilated anime eyes stared up at me from beneath her straight, yellow-blonde bangs with twin, sexy-cute braided ponytails on either side of her petite head.
His denim shirt was open at the neck, hinting at the tanned muscular slabs of his chest. His shoulders seemed incredibly broad to Janine as she looked into his crystal blue eyes. A whore charges for her services, but never gets involved with her customer. She never even falls in lust. You will fuck anybody, anytime. His hand followed the soft curve and then he hefted and squeezed her firm, fully-rounded tit, feeling her sensitive protruding nipple rubbing sensuously against the palm of his hand. He flicked the hardening bud of her nipple with his finger.
He stepped closer to her, feeling her other breast pressing against his hard chest. His other hand slid confidently between her legs to massage her mound through the fabric of her dress. Janine swayed firmly against his chest. Her tits seemed to thrust brazenly at the bra restraining them.
They could hear him about in the living room, watching football and waiting for them to return. The knowledge that he could enter the room at any time and catch them added a heady spice of danger to their lust. Open your shirt. I want to see your tits. He kissed her deeply, his tongue first pressing against her inviting lips, then exploring her mouth. Her tongue began dancing with his, and she moaned deeply.
It was obvious that she liked his kiss. The kiss ended, and he smiled into her eyes again. Janine fumbled briefly with the buttons of her blouse, then paused. He looked deeply into her eyes, smiled, and kissed her again. The kiss was terribly delicious. It took her breath away and her resistance dissolved with that breath. The most memorable moment of my life occurred when I witnessed my wife guide the enormously excited penis of another man into the lips of her lovely pussy, then watched helplessly, tortured, as the long massive organ slid slowly into her, the man kneeling with his dark eyes looking down upon his engorged dickhead, already dripping with his cum and her juices, disappearing into her pussy, followed by the stiff meat of his long shaft that slowly filled her stretched vagina, her fur covered pubic mound inexorably swallowing his thick penis.
He was larger than I could ever hope to be,yet they seemed a perfect fit, her abdomen rising slightly as he filled her, leaving me transfixed, speechless, disbelieving as I stood outside of our bedroom window—the pulse of my blood roaring through my temples as this erotic nightmare played before my eyes, only vaguely aware that my underwear had been filled with my cum.
Then the incredible sight of her lovely hands gripping his flanks, urging him deeper with his thrusts into her, and her persistant caressing of his anus with the fingers of her left hand, lubricating his opening with a mixture of his cum and her pussy fluids, helping him to a climax by inserting two of her soaked fingers deep into his anus, fucking in rhythm with his plunging penis, our wedding ring disappearing into his ass, then reappearing soaked in their juices, only to again disappear into his anus.
The sounds of their fucking is seared into my brain, wet noises, fleshy slickness, sucking, moaning and purring and deep strains of their genitals opening, stretching, plunging, squeezing, crushing together. I witnessed the fresh sperm dripping from her pussy as his penis would briefly emerge from her vagina, making his re-entry more delicious to them both. He pulled out for a moment and they both watched his cock splash gops of sperm onto her open pussy, then slide his dick back into her.
It was the most erotically overpowering experience of my life, my extreme, intense jealousy and humiliation horrified, yet arousing powerful heat and passion in my loins, bringing me to a flood of orgasms throughout the nightmare of magnificent sex,- another man giving my wife a thorough fucking, all with her enthusiastic consent. My cold-hearted and frigid wife had left me with nothing but my student loan and my computer.
The bitch even took the dog. My only consolation was that they had to go to Rome to get the official annulment after the bishop here refused. Without much of anything left I quickly signed up for summer school duty. As an English teacher, my classes would be comprised of those unlucky, uncaring, or slow enough not to pass during the regular school year. The only housing I could afford was at a trailer park three-quarters of a mile from the last stop on the commuter train line. With a crappy trailer home without air-conditioning and a class of unwilling neer-do-wells, I was in for a long, hot summer.
I trudged along to the train stop the first day of school with the assorted collection of domestic help headed into the wealthy houses for the day and the few motley students who attended where I taught. The trailer park was in the furthest unmentioned corner of an otherwise wealthy school district. What caught my eye that morning was a mother-daughter team walking with the rest of us. The daughter seemed headed the same way, but on second thought, perhaps not.
There was something a little calm and calculated about her. The mom gave me an interesting look as she parted ways with her daughter at the station. She headed to what I was certain was her place of employment: a fantastic dinner on the highway not far from the station which did a great business: great food, outstanding banana-cream pie. It was popular with everyone from SUV-driving yuppies to the bikers who met there on the weekends. We boarded the train and the girl made an interesting choice in sitting across from me in a double-seat in the corner.
She flopped down and closed her eyes in a bored adolescent way. She raised one foot up and placed it on the seat next to me. The pretty foot and painted toes made me have to adjust my growing member as I gave the rest of her a closer look. I could now tell that she had amazingly big areolae and nipples the size of 2 erasers.
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Both those lovely dark areolae just barely discernable through her tight top and huge nipples were hardening. If only those shapely legs would adjust a little more I would be able to see up those short shorts. Oh, well, I just smiled, enjoyed the glances and feigned looking out the window when she looked up during the trip. Of course, I found out later she was assigned to my class. She smiled slyly as she took a seat in the middle of the class — not too close or too far. I learned she was very smart and that due to some personality conflict with what I knew to be an old prick of a faculty member she had failed last year.
She was eighteen and should have graduated at the end of the year. It was going to be a challenge to bring her out, if I could. Due to her financial status and grades last year, Laura was assigned a mandatory tutor funded by the state. Oh, yes, I said that it would be no problem for me to take on that duty. I hate being late I thought as I pulled the appetizer form the back seat and headed for the party. I could hear the music and laughter coming form the backyard as I walked from the car. I was sweating already on this steamy humid night. Being late and rushing will do that do you.
A cold beer to cool down and then into some wine and I should be right in the swing of things. The front door was open so I walked in. My boss was the only one in the kitchen when I entered. She turned and smiled, kissed me on the cheek and gave me a big hug, pressing my body against her luscious form by wrapping her hand around my butt. Nice bod, I thought.
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