Jen's Birthday Pt. 03

Jen texted Jill the day after Jen and Jack had spent that incredible night with Jeff and Jill. 

"We had such a good time the other night! Can hardly wait to see you both again. xoxoxox" 

A few moments later Jen had Jill's response. 

"Us too. We have hardly stopped talking about it. Let's get together again soon. xxxxx" 

Unfortunately arranging a get together again proved difficult with work and family commitments. Nearly two months went by and despite several attempts to arrange another tryst with Jeff and Jill they had not managed to make it happen. Jen was again becoming frustrated. Her sex drive was greater than she had ever experienced. Even though she and Jack made love several times a week she found that her clit was tingly and ached for attention nearly all the time and particularly when she let her mind wander to Jeff and Jill. The fact that she rarely found time to masturbate added to her frustration. 

Jen typically worked until 3 o'clock and then picked up the girls from school and brought them to some after school activity or another, but on this particular Friday the girls had gone over their friend's house for a playdate and she did not have to pick them up until 5:30. So Jen found herself sitting alone in her kitchen at 3:15 sipping a cup of tea. She wished Jack could have managed to get out of work early so he could fuck her, but he was not likely to get home before 5 at the earliest she figured. That would not provide them enough time to have sex before she had to go get the girls she calculated. She needed a good hard fuck she thought, or at least someone to lick her clit with wild abandoned. 

She let her mind linger on that possibility for a few seconds. Yes, a good pussy licking is what she needed she mused, as she squirmed a little in her chair. She considered who she wanted to lick her. First, she thought of Jack, but her mind traveled quickly to Jill. Oh how amazing it would be if Jill were here right now she thought. She'd probably kiss me and rub her gorgeous soft tits against me. And then she would ravage me with her tongue and make me cum over and over again in her mouth Jen fantasized. Jen decided to go upstairs and masturbate. I have plenty of time for that she thought. 

Jen's Birthday Pt. 02

Jen woke feeling a bit hungover following the several glasses of wine she had at the party the day before. She could feel Jack's breath on her neck and soon her skin tingled as he gently kissed the back of her neck.

Jen moaned, pushed back toward Jack and asked, "what time is it?"

"8 o'clock."

"The girls have basketball at 9", Jen reminded.

"I'll take them", Jack responded as he snuggled up close behind her. "Where's the game?"

"At the junior high."

As his body spooned her she felt his hard cock sliding against her ass. She began to tingle with excitement as he reached around and began caressing her nipples through the thin fabric of her chemise and continued to kiss the back of her neck.

After a few minutes of this their desire intensified and both were breathing heavily and pressing their bodies against each other. Jack then suddenly flipped Jen onto her stomach and slid on top of her. Encouraging him, Jen wiggled her sexy ass against Jack's cock and he quickly rubbed the head of his penis against her pussy before pushing it inside her.

"You are so fucking sexy!" Jack exclaimed as he felt Jen's wetness envelop him.

He fucked her hard and as deeply as could as he reached around and squeezed her small sensitive breasts.

Jen's Birthday Pt. 01

Jill and Jeff were excited to spend a couple of nights with their friends Jen and Jack at a summer cottage. The four had been friends for years, but rarely managed to find the time to get together as they lived a two hour drive away from one another. This year when grandparents had agreed to take their children for the weekend the couples jumped at the opportunity spend some relaxing time together to celebrate Jen's birthday, which was the following week. After dropping the kids off at their grandparent's house Jill and Jeff they drove a few hours to meet Jen and Jack at the cottage, a small rustic bungalow on a lightly wooded knoll overlooking the ocean.

After arriving in the late afternoon they spent the evening chatting and snacking while relaxing in Adirondack chairs and watching the sunset. Around dusk mosquitoes chased them indoors, where they made a pasta dinner and ate, drank wine and fell into relaxed conversation. After dinner they opened a second bottle of wine and sat in the small rustic living room. Jen and Jack sat on a love seat opposite Jill and Jeff on the sofa and they continued to enjoy each other's company and sip their wine. 

Jen was wearing shorts and a loose fitting halter top and as far as Jeff could tell she was not wearing a bra. He secretly, though he often confided his desires to Jill during their love making, lusted after Jen's small breasts. Jen had her legs stretched out in front of her with her bare feet propped up on the coffee table. As he sipped his wine and caressed Jill's thigh Jeff admired Jen's long legs. He was beginning to feel the effects of the wine and he was letting his mind wander through the many fantasies that he and Jill had shared regarding having sex with Jen and Jack. He could feel is cock swelling and pressing uncomfortably against his shorts. He edged closer to Jill and squeezed her leg in an effort to try and convey to her his thoughts without having to utter a word. Jill grabbed his hand and squeezed it gently as a way of letting him know she understood what he was thinking.

A few minutes later Jen announced she had to pee and got up and headed out the door toward the outhouse that stood across the lawn behind the cottage. Jack, Jeff and Jill watched her as she left admiring her sexy ass that was easily outlined against the thin material of her shorts. When the door closed behind her Jack got up and went into the kitchen to grab another bottle of wine. Jill leaned in toward Jeff and kissed him deeply. She let her hand slide up his inner thigh and her fingers traced the outline of his rigid cock. Jeff shuddered at the touch. Jill then slid her hand up his shorts until her fingers found the throbbing tip of his cock. She lightly swirled her fingers across it, which caused Jeff's heart to pound and sent tingly sensations to run through his entire body. Hearing Jack returning from the kitchen they broke off their kiss. Looking into each other's eyes Jill gave Jeff a knowing smile and turned to allow Jack to fill her glass and deftly slid her hand from Jeff's shorts. A moment later Jen returned and plopped back on the love seat.

Foursome with Sister-in-law

Before I get started, all names have been changed in this story to protect identities and I'm not willing to give away any more information here. But, feel free to contact me if you would like to know any more - although, I may, or may not, give more info.

This is a true story, I am not a professional writer so please don't expect a story which is perfectly written. This happened a while ago and I need to get this off my chest and this is the only way I know how.

My wife and I have been married about 3 years now. I'm Matt, 32, 5" 11' with black hair, Caucasian, 190 lbs and a clean cut kind of guy in a professional job. My wife Natalie, who many people consider beautiful (as do I), is 31, middle eastern decent although is third generation, 140 lbs, 5" 5', pitch black hair down to just past her shoulders, olive skin, little A-cup boobs. We often go jogging and to the gym, so we both have athletic builds and are in shape.

Prior to Natalie and I marrying, we had been dating about 3 years, and of course, I've known Natalie's sister, Gabrielle, for the same amount of time. When I first met Gabrielle, while she was a little chubby, but was certainly not over-weight. She is much taller than Natalie, about 5" 10' I'd say, and with the same black hair (being middle eastern) although a little longer, down to her stomach, olive complexion, although larger boobs (maybe a C-cup), and is now 28. She is also very pretty. She has big brown eyes that everybody comments on about how beautiful they are. I'd have to agree, they are very alluring.

My Wife and the Japanese Sex Club

I got married in my early twenties and that is when I started to have this fascination with watching guys ogle over my wife. I knew my wife was very attractive, sexy and pretty but I didn't realize how much I enjoyed watching other guys lust over her until I started noticing how much attention she got everywhere we went. I really started to look forward to seeing guys stare at her and break their necks.

She is a tall Filipina with very long straight jet black hair, a beautiful face, high cheek bones, big brown eyes, a slender perfectly light golden brown body, and a perfect butt. She has the most beautiful long slender golden brown legs that really attract attention when she wears a short dress or a short skirt with heels. I would often ask her to wear sexy clothes. If the weather was warm, she would wear sexy clothes as long as she looked fashionable and not slutty.

About two years after we were married she decided to start working out in the gym to really tone her body and build muscles. She lost what little body fat she had completely and became lean at about 110 lbs and she put on some muscle too. At this time she was in her mid-20's. She is not an exhibitionist or anything like that but she does love attention and compliments from guys. I always wanted her to show more in public. 

We would sometimes go out clubbing and she would wear a short dress and I would often beg her to lose her underwear and go commando. One time when we were in the club dancing in Florida she did remove her underwear and her summer dress was somewhat see-through. As we were dancing I was behind her with my arm around her stomach and she did not realize that I was slowly crumbling up the front of her dress into my fist raising the front of her dress exposing her bare pussy to the rest of the dance floor for about 30 seconds. She caught me doing it and was quite upset at me. After that she always wore her underwear.

Learning to Let Go Pt. 04

As we drove from the Adult Theater, Jenny slid close to me and snuggled up against my side. I kissed her hard, with my arm around her.

"I love you, Jenny," I told her.

"You're just saying the because you're horny." She laughed and rubbed my thigh.

"Well," I started to say, "I am horny as hell, but I love you even when I'm not horny."

I told her that I realized that Phil and Teresa seemed alright. I guess his reaction to the black guy groping her had won me over. I had put thoughts of the black guy out of my head, but this conversation brought it back.

"I can't believe that guy just started feeling you up like that. You didn't seem to mind his hand." I chuckled as I said it, then asked, "Did you realize he was feeling your ass?"

Learning to Let Go Pt. 03

We went back down the hallway. Phil and Teresa were not there. Jenny seemed disappointed when I told her we should probably head to the other club. We had only planned to stop in and see what the adult theater was about and we had already gotten pretty carried away. I wasn't sure I was comfortable with the place. She gave me her pouty lips, then asked, "How about if we just go back in for one more scene, when it ends, we leave?"

We actually had plenty of time before Tamara's gig was supposed to start. I just was hoping to leave without having to see Phil and Teresa again, so we could avoid them going to the club. I realized it was something that she wanted to do, so I gave in. 

"Just one scene?" I asked her, raising one eyebrow and smirking at her.

She perked up and immediately looked happier. She nodded vigorously and replied with a definite, "Yes!"

"Ok, then come on," I said as I took her hand and opened the door. We went in and let our eyes adjust for a few seconds. I could see Phil and Teresa were sitting in the same two seats. They looked at us, and I thought I saw Phil gesture in our direction, but I ignored it, acting like I couldn't see yet.

Jenny waved at them and said, "Oh, there they are!" Before I could stop her, she started walking towards them. I caught her just as she reached their row and started to turn in to sit next to Phil. I pulled her hand, stopped her momentum and pulled her around. "Let's not sit that close," I said, as I looked around. She gave me a quizzical look, then glanced back at Phil and Teresa. 

"Why not?" she asked.

Learning to Let Go Pt. 02

It was about 9:45 by the time we arrived and parked. The place was called an adult theater, but it didn't look like a theater, at all. I don't know why, but I had a mental image of an old-school movie house. It was just an isolated building in a run-down, semi-industrial area. The building was old and had probably once been a warehouse. 

It had a large, brightly lit sign that proclaimed ADULT THEATER out front. The parking lot looked like it had been paved in the 60's and not repaired since, with large potholes and gaps. In fact, it ended completely at the side of the building, with a sign that read "additional parking in rear". Beyond that point, it was just gravel.

We found an open spot near the entrance, which was at the side of the building near the font. A glass foyer had been added on many years ago. The glass was darkly tinted and plastered with product posters and advertisements, along with a warning that firearms were prohibited. Well, that was reassuring. 

We walked in and found the foyer was dimly lit. It contained a couple of vending machines. One sold sodas and the other snacks. An open, exposed staircase was just inside the entrance, to the right. It climbed up, and turned to the left, ending at a landing we couldn't quite see from there. Passed the stairs and more to the right of the foyer, there was a metal door with a hand-written paper sign taped on it at eye-level. We couldn't read it from here.

Over to the left, the foyer opened into a brightly lit room that was an adult novelty and porn DVD store. There was a lot of clutter, signs, posters, and warnings, but it was all a bit overwhelming. I also noticed a couple of men milling about in the foyer, drinking sodas. 

Learning to Let Go Pt. 01

It was a Friday night, and my wife Jenny and I were out enjoying our monthly kids-free weekend. We got the idea for it after watching one of those relationship advice programs on television. It talked about how it was important for couples to take time for themselves, to keep the romance alive. So, one weekend each month, we would drop the kids at her parent's place on Friday evening and pick them back up Sunday afternoon. That gave us two nights to go out and have fun and plenty of time for romance and sexual adventures.

We had a reasonably conservative sex life, typical of a suburban married couple. The time without out children was helping us get back to our pre-kids level of sexual activity. In fact, the past few months, we had become more daring with our sexual play and had teased about things like exhibitionism, swinging and swapping. Mostly, it was just sexy talk, but Jenny seemed to get excited about the idea of showing off her body and having other men admire it. Her increased arousal always turned me on, so we both were enjoying the fantasy. However, neither of us was ready to try to follow through on our dirty pillow talk.

Recently, Jenny had started dressing more provocatively. Her skirts had gotten shorter, and her tops tighter and more revealing. Whenever we were out, she would attract a lot of male attention. I loved how horny it would make her when other men would stare at her, and she loved how horny that would make me. We would often watch people watching her and whisper naughty things about them to ourselves. Then, later that night in bed we would bring it all back up again to add heat to our lovemaking.

We had dressed up to go out to dinner and a local nightclub popular with the suburban soccer mom crowd. We always liked to sit in the upscale restaurant's bar area instead of the dining room. The bar was usually a bit darker than the central dining area, and the music from the live piano player was louder. Plus, it gave ample opportunity for people watching. We had seen a couple of B-list celebrities and a professional athlete there before. 

Streak of Grey

How my wife was lead to a garden path of seduction by her friend with my implicit consent.

Ali had a tough day. He was quite tired and looked forward to getting a refreshing chilled beer after handing over the bus at the depot and reaching home. Ali was a Muslim. However, like many Muslims, he indulged in the lure of the liquor, occasionally, when none of his fellows were around.

She was the last person in the bus to get down. He had noticed her when she had entered the bus quite some time ago. She was worth noticing. After that some more passengers boarded and Ali got busy driving through busy streets of Sydney.

He looked at her in the mirror. She sat relaxed waiting for the destination. She did notice the driver checking her out several times. She was too busy in her own thoughts to pay too much attention to that. She was quite accustomed to male stares. Arpi was thirty-three and if she was still able to keep her body in shape, it was thanks to her long walks and diet control.

She stared back at the driver. He too looked Indian. Ali, the driver, smiled and waved at her vaguely. When he stopped at a traffic signal, Ali looked back and said, “Hello! I am Ali. I am from Pakistan. You from India?” That was obvious with her wheatish look and a red dot gleaming on her forehead.

“Hi! Yes, I am Arpita. You could call me Arpi. I have just joined an office near the Sydney Town Hall and this was my first day at the office.” Arpi replied. The signal turned green and Ali focused on the road and traffic, as the bus rolled on.

Laurie's Milk Ch. 05

Steve sweat and panted. 

"Jesus Christ" he exclaimed. 

Laurie cocked her head to the side. "What's wrong honey?" 

Steve sighed. 

He dropped the spanner and stood back from the pool filter. 

"The bolts were tighter on the drumhead than I thought they would be," Steve answered. He peered inside the barrel he had just uncovered, and made a face. "Yeah, it's what I thought. The sand needs to be replaced." 

"Oh. Should I get out then?" Laurie asked. She kicked against the tiled side of the pool, pushing herself backwards and waded into deeper water. 

Steve rubbed the back of his neck, still looking into the filter. 

"No, no, you can stay in. I just need to dump the old stuff, then take the truck and go get new sand," he replied. 

Laurie's clouded over. "Do you have to do it today? You're only just back from the city and I want some time with you before you go off again." 

Steve smiled at his wife. "I know honey. But I've just spent the better part of an hour taking this thing apart. I may as well finish the job. Then you can have me all to yourself." 

Laurie smiled. Her husband Steve was working with his agent and a moderately successful publishing house to get his manuscript into print. Contracts had been signed and they had received his advance months ago. But between now and his work actually getting onto bookshelves, there were enough meetings and interviews that Steve had had to take a leave of absence from his Data Analyst position to be at the publishers, or his agent's offices, for nearly as many hours as his full time job required.