Redneck Boss Fucks Young Employee's Wife

I knew when I went to college to obtain my civil engineering degree, that the construction industry had its ups and downs with the economy. But, even as a young boy I had a strong desire to work in an occupation involving earth moving of almost any type, including road building and construction site preparation. When I graduated from college in Mobile, Alabama, I was fortunate to find a job with a civil engineering consulting firm in my hometown near Montgomery.

My name is Justin, and with my new, well-paying job and prospects for a bright future, I married my high school sweetheart Denise, who most people call Denny, and we bought a nice, but highly-mortgaged home in the Montgomery suburbs. Denny didn’t have the aptitude for a four-year university, so she went to a community college and was working as a bookkeeper at the time. I know that a lot of the guys met girls in college that they married, but Denny was the love of my life, and we stayed in touch, and dated when we could, while I was away at school. We didn’t make a pact to not see other people, but I never dated other girls. And as far as I knew she wasn’t dating other boys. I tried to make the two-and-a-half-hour drive home at least twice a month to see her, and I knew that she was happy to see me because her pussy was usually so wet and juicy when I surprised her like that.

We had known one another since grade school, but didn’t start dating until we were sixteen years old and juniors in high school. We were both virgins when we started dating, and Denny quickly developed a voracious appetite for sex. I’m not that well-hung, at only four and a half inches long and thin, but we did every kind of oral and genital sex that we could think of. I especially loved sucking on her hairy and thick labia, and tasting her sweet juices. She was heavily breasted for her age, and her 32D tits looked huge on her petite, five feet and four-inch-tall and one hundred and ten-pound frame. From what my friends told me, their girlfriends weren’t anywhere near as interested in sex.

Girls Night Out

After 3 sleep-deprived months it was finally Kelly's first night out since she had the baby. John, her husband, had been deployed to Korea shortly before Tommy was born, so he had been unable to help, but they skyped every weekend and he adored them both. Kelly's life revolved around her little man. She wanted to be the perfect mom, and had no regrets, but she desperately needed a night away. 

A quiet knock on the door woke her. She had fallen asleep on the couch. After making sure Tommy was still in his playpen, Kelly picked him up and answered the door to find a pretty red head girl standing there.

"Hi, Miss Kelly. I didn't want to ring the bell in case Tommy was asleep."

Mary worked in the church nursery. She was the only other person who could hold Tommy without him throwing a tantrum. She looked very fit, but what 19-year-old didn't. Kelly wished she still had that metabolism. 

"Thanks, Mary. I must've dozed off." She handed Tommy to the babysitter and rushed off to the bedroom. She called out, "I appreciate you babysitting on such short notice. There's a list on the counter. He's just started sleeping through the night, but if he wakes up just rock him a little and she should go right back to sleep. I pumped this morning so there is plenty of milk if he's hungry."

Lactating Wife Impregnated by a Stranger at a Halloween Party

Jill’s Perspective

Halloween has always been one of my favorite times of the year. And even now, at the age of twenty-five, married, and with a five-month old daughter, I still look forward to fall and the chance to dress in costume. My name is Jillian, but most people call me Jill, and I am married to John, who most people call Jack. I know it sounds kind of corny having our nicknames be Jack and Jill, but we have a lot of fun with it.

We started our lives together in a nice suburb outside of Philadelphia, and we are fortunate to have some very good neighbors. I sometimes have to pinch myself, at having such a wonderful husband, and now a beautiful daughter. I met Jack in a bar, after we both had graduated from college, and as far as I knew, he had never learned about my past. I am pretty and have a great body, and I used that to my advantage to have as much sex as I could in college.

I don’t mean to brag, but at five feet and five inches tall, and weighing one hundred and twenty-five pounds, after getting back in shape after giving birth, I have a fit, curvy body. My breasts were 34Ds before our daughter was born and I started nursing her, and now my breasts are 34EEs. My ass is also full and heart-shaped. So, my breasts and ass really are enticing to most men, and they fall over themselves staring at me. Add to that my dark-blonde hair and green eyes, with big, wide-set eyes, and facial features similar to the actress Emma Stone, and I sure get a lot of attention from all of the men.

Drinking Milk From Mangalore To Bangalore

Hi, Friends, this is Rajesh, presently 38 years working as an Engineer in an MNC, and settled in Bangalore now. I am fair in color, well built with a gym body and most important with an 8-inch dick. I was aware of the woman anatomy at that age by reading sex books and watching porn, but never had any chance to see a woman naked, but was longing to see a naked woman and masturbating myself thinking about it.

This is an incident happened when I had been to Mangalore to attend a marriage function. I had got good job in an MNC company as a software programmer and I had good brains along with my Engineering degree and I have a penis of 8-inch length with huge thickness and uncircumcised one. Let me come to the story quickly and not waste much of your time.

I had come to Mangalore to attended the marriage function till the evening and came to the main bus stand at 8 pm. I couldn’t get a ticket back to my place in the luxury Volvo buses as it was Sunday evening. So I tried all private buses, but to my bad luck (or may be good luck) I couldn’t get a ticket as it was Sunday evening. I badly wanted to report to the office on Monday morning and so I got on board on an ordinary bus to Bangalore.

Boss Exploiting Wife Secretly

I Firoz Bharmal, I am 26 years old. I’m working in Finance Company which deals with heavy commercial vehicles loans; this job pays me well enough to run my family comfortably. My office hours are morning 10 to 6 PM, on few days of the month ending I get late till 10 PM too. I’m married since 2 years now, my wife name is Nisreen Bharmal, aged 24 now, flawless beauty, she is taller than average 5’ 7”, has an average fitted body, very fair complexion, and spotless body.

She has thick legs, especially curved thighs, slim waist and perfect ass. Lips are pink, eyes are dark and big. She has 32 sized boobs, spongy. The best feature is her looks, being married too; she still looks like a virgin. No one can say she’s married. She has a teenager like features. Sex was good between us and we wanted family planning for us so that I could enjoy her more and more until we bring a child. But a year later family started to pressurize and finally I had to give up.

We stopped precautions and she was pregnant immediately. After 9 months she delivered twins, a baby boy, and a baby girl. I was concerned about her figure as didn’t want her to turn chubby. My father in law was an Ayurvedic doctor, so my mother in law fed my wife with a few herbal medicines and she was back in shape in 1 week itself. Now she looked even better and attractive. Two kids were enough for me to bring up, so I decided for a permanent solution. This way, in future, I wouldn’t require condoms at all and I could fuck her bare all the time.

Given

One night Derek admitted that his biggest fantasy was to see me having sex with another man. Just the thought, he said, of seeing me with someone else's cock up me was enough to make him as hard as a rock. He didn't know why, but it just did, and he wondered, rather tentatively, if I would ever consider making it happen. 

At the time I was shocked and more than a little angry that my own husband could even think of such a thing, but alone at home the next day I began to think about it, and then fantasize about it, and finally to masturbate about it, until by the time he came home from work I'd decided that, under certain circumstances, I'd not only let it happen, but I'd like it to happen too. Over dinner I began to outline those circumstances to him.

'It's simple.' I told him when he looked at me in astonishment. 'I can't just go out and find a man, take him to bed and invite you to watch, I'd feel wrong doing that because just looking for someone would feel like cheating. But there is a way it could happen.'

'How?' He asked, intrigued.

'If you find someone for me, invite him here and then give me to him, actually making me his for the evening and telling him I'm his to do with as he wishes.'

Things Just Got Better

My name is Melody, Mel to my friends. I'm twenty three, average height, build, etc. with long brown hair and brown eyes. I'm single but in a long term relationship with Phil, and the story begins when he and I were invited round for a few drinks with our closest friends, Lucy and Jack. The company was good, the conversation flowed and so did the wine, until towards the end of the evening we'd all drunk just a tiny drop more than we should have. You know what I mean, we weren't drunk, but we'd reach the stage where alcohol fumes are beginning to cloud common sense and relax inhibitions.

Somehow, whilst we were in that state, the conversation had turned to the differences in thought processes between men and women, and it was at that point that Lucy made the remark that started things off.

'What I don't understand.' She stated. 'Is why men always seem to be such bloody wankers?' She simply meant that she couldn't understand the male mind set, but it did leave her open to other interpretations.

'Hey, now steady on.' Phil exclaimed with a grin, deliberately taking her words at face value. 'You don't know what men do in private.'

'I can make a damn good guess.' She retorted in kind. 'And I do know that they spend a lot of time with the five fingered widow.'

'And women don't?' Jack interjected.

Housewives Club

Alice and David were married for almost 13 years now. College sweethearts, turned married couple when they were 23 (David) and 21 (Alice). The initial excitement of love, idealism, and adventure met reality within two years after their son - Mark - was born. David concentrated on bringing the bacon home and keeping the house lights on. Alice stayed at home to attend to their growing son. Through young Mark's elementary school, Alice was an active PTA contributor. David began to travel often for work, sometimes away for weeks.

Mark entry into middle school gave Alice a breather. She reflected on her life with David often. David seemed preoccupied all the time. The initial passion and lust began to wane. Alice felt under appreciated. On numerous occasions, her attempts to keep the passion, love, and adventure going, resulted in either being ridiculed and ignored. She struggled hard to come to terms with her situation. She needed something to change. She discussed this often with David which resulted in either fighting on his insensitivity to her needs, or him suggesting that she find herself a job.

After serious consideration. Alice reached out to her best friend from college, Lisa, who was a marketing lead promoting clothing line for a local chain. Lisa was only too eager to help. She had few temporary positions open to help with the seasonal demand, and she felt Alice the ideal hire. Alice would have the flexibility and work part time if needed, to enable her to balance her family life and work. Alice was excited. David was indifferent. He made sure he laid the rule that family comes first. She hated him for his dominance and control, just because theirs was a single income family and it depended on his employment. Alice was not paid much, but she appreciated the break she received. She was just happy to get away from being house arrested.

Soft Swing?

This is the story of a couple's initiation into the world of swinging.

My name is Megan and my husband is Bryan. I'm 5' 6" about 150 pounds with strawberry hair, fair skin and glasses. My Bryan is 5' 11" a little over 200 pounds, dark black hair with glasses. We are both a little on the nerdy side. Bryan, like me, has always had a little extra padding. While not fat, most people would consider us thick. We have been married for three years now, getting married right after college. We met as freshmen in college and fell in love.

Bryan and I both were virgins when we met but our virginity ended in my dorm room bed the spring of our freshman year. We had figured that we would wait till we were married to have sex but a night of drinking led us to be naked in my bed. One thing led to another and Bryan's cock found its way into my pussy. After that we were like kids that found the key to the candy store. Our Junior year we moved in together. We fucked a lot but we weren't very imaginative. Mostly Bryan would be on top or I would be on top so he could play with my tits as we fucked. As conservative as we were, we loved fucking.

College ended and we got married, settling into our new lives of being a married working couple. As much as I still enjoyed our sex, I had to admit to myself our sex life was getting somewhat boring. Bryan and I started hitting the gym working on getting in better shape. Our exercise kick got us more excited about sex and talking about it. Bryan brought up that he had noticed the guys at the gym looking at me more. I was shocked to hear him say that he liked when other guys looked at me that way that way. We tried some new positions but we both felt that our sex life was in rut. It was during a lunch with a good friend that our sex life was on the road to a big change. 

Delighting With Milk

ANITA

"Wow, you've more admirers today!" Auntie Uma chuckled. 

Completing the usual three rounds of running along the grass track of a local park, huffing and puffing, I stopped in front of the bench where she was seated. Managing a faint smile, I enquired, "Really? Where're they?" 

Starting a day with walking or running in the well-kept, small park brought many from nearby areas. Men and women of different ages gather together in the park for different reasons, some for brisk walks or running, and some for chatting more than walking, some for fitness exercise or yoga or just for fresh air. 

As usual, upon reaching the park, Auntie Uma and I had walked together for two rounds and when she retired on a bench, I started running. We were sort of regulars in the morning and came to the park around 6 a.m. Auntie Uma was my co-tenant; we lived in the same building in separate flats. My flat was in front whereas her flat was at the backside of the building. She was in her early fifties, a tall, slender housewife with two daughters in college and a husband who worked for the railways. 

Throwing myself on the bench, I sat next to her. As she indicated by looking at them, I noticed the group of four men, sitting on a similar bench about fifty feet away on our left. They must be in the age group of 50-60 and all of them were staring at us in unison. None of them bothered to shift their glances even when we turned to look at them. 

I was not stunning or hot and at the age of 29, I was not in my prime but I always drew a second look from both men and women. I had common features, with 5'3" height, fair complexion, and long black hair. Even though I was a mom of an eight month old, I still maintained my figure and looked younger with my unblemished skin, tender face, and curvaceous body and could easily pass for 22-23.