Tuesday 28 April 2015

On Our Honeymoon

My wife and I have been happily married for over 10 years - she is truly my best friend and my soul mate. What happened on our honeymoon set the tone for a very interesting lifestyle for us.

We had a huge wedding, and after the reception we did not get home until almost 2am. We were exhausted. We ended up falling asleep minutes after we got home. The next morning, we had to rush out of the house to go to the airport for our flights to Hawaii. There were major weather issues on the west coast, and we ended up being delayed out of San Francisco. Again - we did not get into our hotel room until well past midnight and we were so tired we could barely see straight. Then, we ended up oversleeping the next morning, and had to rush out of our room to catch a 1/2 day booze cruise/snorkel cruise we pre-booked ahead of time. Still no sex!

The cruise was amazing, though. One of the workers on the boat, Marco, was paying a lot of attention to my wife. It was kind of fun to see them flirt back and forth - and of course the more "rum punch" my wife had, the more flirty she became. As we were leaving the boat at the end of the day, Marco asked where we were staying. I told him the name of our hotel and I decided to tell him that he was more than welcome to stop by and have a drink with us if he wanted. I did not expect anything to become of that invitation, but I could not believe it when Marco showed up about an hour later at the hotel lounge where my wife and I were having a drink. He sat at the table with us, and the 3 of us had a great time together. As it started to get dark, I told Marco that the view from our balcony at sunset was supposed to be amazing, and Marco said he would love to see it.

The Maid, the Young Man and Aunt

She was a plain looking lady who came to his home to do some domestic chores such as sweeping, swabbing the floor, washing clothes and utensils. Around 50 years old, she used to wear faded clothes that were somewhat loose fitting.

The maid's routine was to come to his house early in the morning and complete washing utensils, clothes and to sweep and swab the floor. In the evening, she used to wash the utensils left over from the morning. He was Satish, a bachelor of some 26 years of age and worked in a local company in the city where he lived. 

One day Kammo, for that was the maid's name, volunteered to make breakfast and pack some lunch for him. She also offered to make dinner in the evening. Satish offered her an increase in her salary for the extra work she did. Kammo was very pleased and thanked him for the increase in pay.

Everyday, Satish was well fed for Kammo knew how to cook and she ensured that Satish got some good and simple but tasty food. Satish's house was a compact and comfortable two bedroom flat in the city. He occupied one bedroom and had furnished the second one for accommodating a rare guest or two. Other than the two bedrooms, there was a drawing cum dining room. 

One weekend Satish got up late and Kammo also came a little late. She went about her chores as usual. On one occasion during the morning, she came a little close to him and as she went past in the limited space in between the dining table and the wall, she brushed against him. Satish could feel the shape of her butt as she went past. Spongy and soft, he suddenly found himself aroused. Kammo saw the shape of his prick against his pyjamas and smiled quietly to herself. 

Angela

The adult store was long and narrow. The wooden swing doors through which we had entered from the street swung closed behind us and we stopped and looked around. On one side of the shop there were dishevelled shelves bearing an array of all kinds of adult explicit magazines ranging over the entire gamut of the fetish spectrum. In the centre were glass topped display cabinets filled with all kinds of sexual aids, lotions, dildos and love potions and oils. On the other wall, to our right, was a display of erotic lingerie and naughty attire for both men and women. The service counter stood down near the back, with a bored sombre looking guy casually flicking through today's newspaper. Behind him there was another doorway covered by a velvety curtain, A sign 'Videos' was prominent above it.

We moved slowly down past the counter towards the curtain, casually taking in the whole store in the process. The man glanced up as we moved past him and then returned to his reading. The curtain led us into another room of about the same size but filled with videos. There were several aisles, and as we moved to the first one, we noticed there were several people browsing the various titles intently. As we looked at the videos on display on the walls I whispered to my wife, Angela, if she was interested in renting one at all. She pretended to be uninspired but gave an affirmative confirmation nonetheless.

As we turned the corner of the next aisle we both simultaneously spotted a small sign on the wall. "Theatre entrance located at rear of building." We both looked at each other for a moment. 

"Well?" I asked, looking at her with a slight sideways grin. Her eyes held the same conspiratorial look and glint. 

My Wife's First Gangbang

Due to the nature of my work I'm away from home a couple of times a month, this lasts for two or three days. Being married and having no children we were free to do what we liked, so I would take my wife on these trips, it means that whilst I'm working she can have a break and do some shopping.

Were both in our early forties, my wife Debra is about 5` 6" tall, long auburn hair with a great figure, her tits are 36 DD's, these were a 40th birthday present from me, not the big balloon types but a nice pear shaped, her ass was fantastic, pert and shapely.

It had been arranged that I would meet her in the hotel bar that night after work, to spice up our sex life we would play the dating game, she would pretend to be a slut wife who was out for the night to get fucked by a stranger. So that night unfortunately I was late getting back to meet her, as I walked into the hotel bar I could see Debra sat at the bar and she was talking with these two lads in their early twenties, one black and one white.

Over the years we had done a bit of swinging so I wasn't that upset at seeing her being chatted up, I was however curious to see what would happen, so I found a seat where I wouldn't be seen and just watched.

She was wearing a tight black cotton dress, V necked showing off her cleavage, I could tell that she wasn't wearing a bra because you could see her nipples clearly through the dresses thin material, black tights or stockings I couldn't tell, with high heeled shoes, she looked fucking great and my cock started to stir.

Megan's Glory Hole Adventure

Creeping along at about thirty miles per hour Megan was on the lookout for a place to pull over to wait out the rain. It was just after dinnertime, but with the heavy rainclouds blanketing the sky, it seemed like the dead of night. She wished she had started sooner, but instead she had a mini Star Trek movie marathon. Fortunately, her husband was a bigger dork than she was and he appreciated her nerdiness. 

They were soul mates and she recognized it from the beginning. When they met, she was wearing her Wonder Woman shirt and he had his Batman cap. They became inseparable right away. Not long after school and once they got comfortable in their new jobs they got married. Now, five years later they were still as happy with each other as they were when they were dating. In fact, Megan was on her way to meet Joel so they could renew their vows and spend a long romantic weekend together. Perhaps it was even time to start thinking about kids. According to both sets of parents it was past time since both were closer to thirty now than twenty.

They were going all out for the renewal ceremony. Joel had her wedding ring and was getting it cleaned and polished. She managed to find the same Wonder Woman shirt she had when they met. Glancing down at the colorful emblem, she smiled knowing he'd recognize it instantly. 

They were referring the coming event as their wedding, not just their renewal. They had also abstained from sex for the last few weeks. It was difficult for both, but with Joel away for a good part of the time for business, it made it easier to go without. She did slip and a couple of times and massaged herself, but she only used her hand and no toys. After all, she did have a strong sex drive and Joel did meet all her needs.

Friday 10 April 2015

In Debt

We had been married about two years and things were going great when he lost his job. I was working, but only a mundane shop job that paid peanuts. We had just about enough money to eat. There was no way I could stretch my income to pay the bills that dropped through the letter box with frightening regularity.

Perhaps I should give you a bit of background. Andrew was my first boyfriend. We met while I was still at school and it soon developed into a wonderful relationship. We loved each other so much and we got married after a few years. I was just eighteen and so naïve, but he soon taught me the way to be a good wife. He had previous girlfriends and some of them were quite wild, if all the things he wanted me to do were anything to go by. I didn't mind that he had previous experience, as one of us needed to have some knowledge didn't we? 

My sex education was nothing more than we were taught in class at school and a little playground tittle-tattle, girly gossip. I, of course, knew what I needed to do and I quite looked forward to married life.

Following the loss of his job he tried to find work. Day after day he sat at the computer following every lead, going for interviews several times a week. He had protected the mortgage by insurance so that wasn't a problem, and from our savings we could last a few more months, but money was getting tighter every day. 

I economised on food and stopped buying any kind of extras; not a drop of wine passed my lips for weeks. He lost his car it was part of his salary, so we only had my old banger, it needed some repairs to make it suitable as the family car. 

Wife & The Doctor

My wife is originally from India. When I married her, she was in her early twenties and her family had just immigrated to the US. Having been raised in a conservative background, she was always very shy about her body. I was always looking for ways to make her less inhibited. I wanted her to wear more revealing clothes, and to show off more of her body. I always found it a turn-on to have other men look at her. She had a slim, tight body and never failed to get attention from men wherever she went. 

I had to transfer to a new job a few years after our marriage. As part of the transfer, I had to switch to a new HMO and had to select a primary doctor for my wife and I. For some reason, I always found it exciting to think of a male doctor examining female patients. I looked through the list of doctors with their pictures provided by my insurance company and deliberately picked out a white male doctor who looked like a hunk, and signed him up as my wife's doctor. 

My wife had to make a preliminary visit to see him just to get the paperwork done. She was a little uneasy about going to him because up until then she had only been to female doctors, both in India and in the US. I did not tell her that I had picked out the doctor for her. She thought that she was assigned to him at random. On the first visit, she had to fill out some forms and the doctor asked her about her medical and family history. After she came back from the visit, she told me all about the doctor and mentioned that he seemed like a very friendly guy. 

Mother's Milk

"Tomorrow? Are you sure?" Kylie rubbed her forehead in confusion. She could have sworn that Nathan's check-up was scheduled for today; she'd checked her Blackberry twice before undergoing the complex preparations involved in taking an infant out of the house for an extended period of time. But the Blackberry would only confirm the note she made to herself, and Kylie had to admit that she'd had a lot on her mind the last six months. (And the nine months before that, as well...)

But Doctor Saunders' receptionist just smiled apologetically, and swiveled the screen around so that Kylie could see it. "Says right here, Tuesday morning, eleven AM. I'm sorry, dear."

Kylie chuckled ruefully, and rummaged around in her purse for her Blackberry. Once she'd found it, she adjusted the sling slightly before Nathan could begin fussing about his new position, and pulled up her calendar. The whole thing had come to seem effortless, now. "Let me just make a note of that," she said. "I'm sorry, Marie, you probably think I'm such a scatterbrain." (Being on a first-name basis with everyone in her pediatrician's office--another thing Kylie hadn't expected a year or so ago.)

Marie shook her head lightly. "No, of course not, dear! You probably just made a little typo with the date or something. Folks do it all the time...and better to come in a day early than a day late, right?"

A Black Baby

I know it will be black when it's born, there can be no doubt. For the last year, Michael, our lodger, has been much closer to my wife than I have. And when I say close, I mean close. Mona won't let me anywhere near her since he moved into our spare room. Although his tenure in that room didn't last very long at all.

It seemed like a good idea at the time. I was working all hours and my wife, Mona, was at home all day by herself. We are a childless couple (I am considerably older than she), and we thought that a nice, polite young college student like Michael would add a little life to our quiet home - how right we were!

It happened really quickly too. Within a week I came home to discover that Mike's position in our home had been elevated from that of lodger to lover. Like any man, at first I was horrified when I discovered them in bed together - actually, they weren't in bed. I came home early from work one day to find Mona on her knees in the middle of our lounge with Michael's large black cock sticking out of her mouth. What shocked me more was that they both seemed so cool about it. There was no crying or regretful apologies, no remorse or embarrassed covering of naked bodies. They didn't even acknowledge that I was in the room until Mona had encouraged a huge deposit of sperm from Michael's cock and then proceeded to swallow most of it with a gleeful expression.

Of course, I ordered him out. Told him to "fuck off" in no uncertain terms, but when Mona said that if he went then so would she, I realised that I was in trouble. It was obvious that we had to talk. I wanted to talk to my wife alone but, again, I was to be disappointed. It seemed that as we were all in this together, then we would all talk together. I had very little say in the matter; Mona and Michael had already virtually decided what was going to happen before the conversation started: They were going to be together. If I didn't like it, I could leave or I could stay and just deal with the situation. The problem was that I still loved my wife, worshipped at her feet - quite literally sometimes - to lose her would have been the end of my world.

Breast Feed Neighbors

My wife and I have known Austin and Jane for about eight months; they are in their early twenties, about ten years younger that Kathy and myself. This Friday we invited Austin and Jane over for dinner. It was the first time we had invited anyone over since our son was born two months ago. Dinner went well Kathy made a really good meal and we all enjoyed each other's company. Just as we finished eating little Jim started to cry, Kathy excused herself and said it was time for the baby to eat. The rest of us cleared the table and each got a cup of coffee before heading into the living room.

We all sat in our usual places. Austin and Jane were openly staring at Kathy breast-feeding Jim, when Kathy looked up and they realized they got caught staring they turned beat red. Kathy and I couldn't help but laugh. "Relax you two." Kathy began. "A baby breast-feeding is beautiful. I don't mind if you watch." For the next several minutes they asked lots of questions about breast-feeding, and really loosened up. 

Kathy was wearing a loose fitting dress that buttoned down the front, sitting on the couch with most of the buttons undone and her nursing bra. After several minutes she uncovered her right nipple making no attempt to hide herself before moving Jim. As Jim continued to nurse Kathy again made no attempt to cover her left breast. Normally Kathy would keep covered with a baby blanket. 

It didn't take long for the conversation to change from breast-feeding to how much Austin enjoyed sucking Jane's nipples. And of course Kathy had to let them know how much I enjoy breast milk. Jim was asleep in minutes and Kathy asked me to put him to bed. As I came back into the living room, Kathy had a wet wipe and was cleaning her nipples Austin and Jane never took their eyes off of Kathy's breasts. 

A Game Gone Wrong

We are a twenty-nine year old couple that has been married for just five years. We met during our studies in the MBA program of a major university in the south and got married shortly after graduation. 

Sarah is a beautiful brunette 5'6" in height and weighing 122 pounds with perfect C cup breasts that sit high on her chest. Her hair is coal black and has a deep luster that accents perfectly her dark brown eyes and creamy complexion. Because she works out religiously, her body is extremely toned with hardly an ounce of fat. In addition to her looks, she is also very intelligent having graduated near the top of our class and now works in the finance department of a large multi-national corporation.

How I landed her has always been a pleasant mystery to me. My name is Chris and I certainly don't equal her looks. I view myself as average with a build of 5"11" and 180 pounds. I work in sales for a nicely growing regional company and between our two incomes and our decision to put off children we are able to enjoy a pretty nice life with a home in a good neighborhood and the ability to dine and travel without a huge need to watch costs. 

Another good thing about our relationship is an active and fulfilling sex life that is highly communicative. In addition, we both enjoy talking about our fantasies and seeking out ways to expand our sexual horizons. What makes it even more fulfilling is the fact that Sarah and I only had limited sexual involvement before we started dating. Sarah had been with one man prior to me which was a long term relationship during her undergraduate college days and I had been with five women starting with a girlfriend in high school. Thus, most of our explorations are first time experiences for both of us.

Amy in Africa

Amy thought it was the most wonderful opportunity she'd ever had. Her faculty advisor had chosen her to accompany him on his sabbatical. He was taking a year to study an obscure tribe in the Central African Republic. The opportunity had taken her a bit by surprise because she was certainly not her advisor's favourite, nor was she anywhere near the top of her class. But when he offered her the chance, the budding social anthropologist jumped on it. 

She was fully aware that it would cost her an extra year of study, but it would be the ideal opportunity to do extended research for her PhD. It might also set her up for a coveted faculty position at some point. None of her classmates would be able to post such a study on their resumes. 

The trip was to be quite arduous and the tribe's location both remote and rugged. This was not to be a luxury holiday retreat. They would be sleeping in small huts, living off the land as the natives lived. Amy had been told to travel light, but thought it was ridiculous that she had only been allowed one small backpack, which left her room for only one change of clothes. 

Doctor Doyle had told her not to worry. They would be able to obtain local clothing at the village. Of course, it was probably best to dress like the locals, allowing them to blend in while they conducted their study. Yes. Living with the tribe, eating what they ate, even dressing like they dressed. It was all so exciting. 

The trip was exhausting. After what seemed like an endless flight, they transferred to cars, then four wheel drive Jeeps. The last two days were completed on foot. Amy looked down at herself in disgust. Her clothes were filthy and torn, and she could hardly stand the smell of herself. Her only hope was that there would be somewhere to bathe and she could get some fresh local clothing when they got there.