Out of town
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Posted:Jan 8, 2008 8:46 am
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I'm working out of town for a few days, and with the down time, I'm really bored. Somebody say something dirty to brighten up my day!
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More Lingerie
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Posted:Jan 3, 2008 9:00 am
Last Updated:Jan 7, 2008 8:23 am
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After the first time Lingerie, I so enjoyed buying and (un)dressing my wife in some sexy stuff, that I went out a week later and bought her something else. This outfit can only be described as slutty - but in a good way. 
Whereas the first outfit I gave her was silky, slinky and cream-colored with a black floral design, the second gift is white - and see through. I know, I'm a fucking cliche, but what's a horny man to do.
We were going out of town for the night, so there was no chance of a repeat of the three-year-old interrupting this time.
I told her before we left to drive down that I'd bought her something new. She sort of rolled her eyes at me, but then said, "I can't wait to see it."
We went to a party at her boss's house and both circulated around the room, making general party chitchat. We went our separate ways quite a few times, but every time we'd meet back up in a different part of the house or whatever, I'd whisper something dirty into her ear:
"Meet me in the bathroom and suck my cock." This got me a "Keep dreaming, buster."
"I want to fuck you now," earned me a "You will soon enough."
When the wine started kicking in, she started returning the favor:
"What'd you buy me? Is it slutty? I want to be slutty," and, later, "I hope it's got another thong - I want your mouth on - and in - my ass."
By the time we got out of there, I had a raging hard-on and a serious buzz. We made it to our hotel, and she went straight into the bathroom to change. I stripped down to my boxers and got in bed to wait for her.
"You could have saved money and just told me to get naked," I heard as she emerged.
"Naked implies easy...I wanted you slutty, and it looks like I've succeeded. C'mere," I said, with a hitch in my voice because she looked fucking great.
Her hard, pink nipples were poking through the gauzy white material. The straps just barely held this flimsy thing on her shoulders, and it flared open at the bottom to show her belly and give me a glimpse at the tiny little triangle of material that did nothing to contain her bush.
Yeah, she's had three and this ain't the tummy of an 18-year-old dancer. But I just love looking at her, and I couldn't wait to get my hands on her.
As she crossed the room, I got off the bed and went to her. My cock was already coming out of my shorts, and I grabbed her, pulling her hard against me. I kissed her roughly, and she responded in kind, lacing her fingers into the hair on the back of my head and locking me in a bruising kiss.
I backed her up and pushed her onto the bed. I climbed on with her and went immediately to her tits. I was sucking them right through the gauze, biting at them.
"Fuck...harder, damn, fuck...bite 'em," she moaned. I ripped the straps down over her shoulders, exposing her tits fully and feasted on them. While licking and sucking one nipple, I took the other between my thumb and forefinger and twisted, enough to make her draw in her breath sharply, enough to make pleasurable pain but not to hurt.
I arched my back as I settled my mid-section in between her splayed thighs. Her eyes glazed with lust, her hair spread out on the pillow, the shredded straps of the nightie pulling the thing down to expose her tits. I drank in the sight of her until she started pushing on my shoulders.
"Eat me...eat my pussy, baby, and suck my ass."
Who could resist that invitation? I moved down her body. I took the waistband of those obscenely small panties in either hand and pulled them up tight. The strap dug into her pussy, and I moved the rough material against her clit.
I dove in, rubbing my face against her slit, feeling my face getting wet with her. As I drove my tongue into her cunt, she started to moaning even louder and twisting her body. I thought she was trying to get away, until I felt her trying to get her hand inside my boxers to free my cock. She deftly flipped around and over, her knees on either side of my head in a classic 69.
As she lowered her ass to my face, I felt her mouth close around my cock. She took it deep, and there was nothing gentle about this blowjob. She literally scraped her teeth along the length of me, and I would have screamed in pleasure and pain if she hadn't muffled me by planting her ass right against my mouth.
I tore away what remained of the g-string and closed my lips against her asshole. I sucked at it while sliding two fingers into her pussy, sawing them in to their full length. Her nose tickled my balls every time she took my cock all the way in, and I was pumping my hips, fucking her sweet mouth.
Two fingers still in her pussy, I licked and sucked her ass until it was good and slick. With my other hand, I was squeezing and stroking her ass cheeks, and when I had her hole good and primed, I slid my thumb into her asshole easily. She spit my cock out long enough to moan, "Fuck, yes, you fucking bastard," and then swallowed it again.
We were rocking the bed like mad now, and I slipped my right thumb out of her asshole and managed to twist my left around so that my first two fingers never left her cunt as the thumb on that hand went back to her ass. It was like the old joke about "carrying her home like a six-pack" as I worked my fingers in her twin holes, trying to bring them together.
When she started bucking and spasming, I thought she'd bite my cock off, spit it out or twist it horribly, but she settle back into a good rhythm and took me in the back of her throat. I, too, started jerking as orgasm seized me and I spurted into her mouth.
Spent, we both collapsed, and I soon heard the deep breathing that told me she was asleep. Though we turned to our sides, we never left the 69 position, and when I woke up two hours later, her still damp cunt was nestled against my face.
But that's another story...
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A Forbidden Kiss
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Posted:Jan 2, 2008 7:32 am
Last Updated:Jan 3, 2008 6:13 am
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Reworking a story I wrote a while back ---
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Lu works down the hall from me, and I'd started fantasizing about her about five minutes after she joined our agency a few months ago.
The sleeveless blouses and tailored slacks she wore to work were just the start of her appeal. Her breasts looked full and heavy, and no other mother of three - including my wife - ever had a tighter looking ass. She had a tiny, barely noticeable scar at the corner of her lip that made her mouth look like it was begging to be kissed. She wore her dark hair pulled back in a ponytail, and sometimes a stray lock would fall across her forehead, and it was all you could do not to reach up and brush it back for her.
Lu had to cross my door to get to that of Cheryl, her team leader on a crucial pitch we were about to make.
After a while, I think she noticed that I always got up immediately, stood in my doorway and watched that lovely behind of hers as she moved briskly down the hall.
In any event, even if she didn't consciously notice, I began to realize that she made a point of pausing to speaking to the intern just outside my door whenever she walked by.
Alerted to Lu's presence, I'd station myself just inside my own doorway to catch a glimpse. More and more often, she'd look up and give me the tiniest of smiles before breezing along her way.
Was I imagining things, or did she seem to move a little more languorously and sensually these days? Was there a little extra sway in those hips meant for me?
This went on for several weeks, until one fateful office happy hour. It's amazing how a couple of drinks can loosen someone up and make them a little forgetful about certain obligations.
Between us, Lu and I had 18 years of marriage under our belts. Well, 23 if you counted my first one to go with the five years I'd had this go 'round. I also had two stepchildren and a three-year-old to complete the package. Lu was working on a lucky 13 years with an English professor from the local university, and when you entered her office, pictures of her three girls adorned the wall behind her desk.
Even so, with the subtle attention we'd been giving each other already, it was a short trip to outright flirting when bourbon fever kicked in.
Of course, the chances of spontaneous erotic combustion aren't real high on a Tuesday night when there are and homework waiting at home.
The next morning, though, the flirting continued, and over the last few weeks, it's proceeded from there. From glances full of active curiosity, to standing a bit too close in the elevator, to letting our arms very, very carefully brush together while looking over a marketing plan draft, there's been a slow burn that's enjoyable just for its own sake.
At the same time, our conversation has gone from polite hellos to leaning into each other's offices for a few minutes of casual conversation.
When it was clear that neither of us was likely to file a a sexual harassment suit against the other, a few double entendres found their way into our interactions.
Two weeks ago, things escalated a little more.
I'm notorious for my potty mouth. Other work settings are different, I know, but in the loose, creative atmosphere of an advertising agency, you can get away with a lot, and I admit to being downright vulgar at times.
Several of my co-workers credit me with the invention of the term "fucking fucker," but I'm pretty sure I actually heard it somewhere else first. That notwithstanding, I don't hesitate to let a "Jesus-fucking-Christ, that's the stupidest motherfucking-asshole-dumbass-motherfucker I've ever met," fly if the occasion warrants it.
To my delight, I found out that Lu was something of an artist in profanity herself. A tirade like the above had exploded in conference room full of equally irate copywriters, art directors and producers when our latest pitch to a floundering had been shot down. It continued with just Lu and I in my office as we went back to the brainstorming board. Since we were both still cussing up a storm, Lu closed the door behind us and flopped down in my guest chair.
"Lu, I gotta tell you, that kind of talk is frankly quite shocking," I said in mock indignation.
"Stuff it, fucker, I know it turns you on," she retorted, we both broke out in giggles worthy of my thirteen-year-old stepdaughter and friends.
"Turned on? I'm turned on, she says, and meanwhile I see her nipples poking through her shirt like a couple of walnuts," I snickered.
"You don't want to go bringing up nuts of any sort, buster, with that bulge staring me in the face," she snorted, pointing at the very visible hard-on that was, in fact, at her eye level as I leaned back against my desk.
We kept this up playfully for a few more minutes before actually getting back to work, but from that moment on, dirty talk between - in private, via text message, on the phone, even late at night at home through instant messaging - is not only tolerated, it's encouraged and one-upped and then pushed some more.
All that being said, Lu's been rather adamant that flirting, talking dirty and sharing fantasies is as far as this is going. That's been fine by me - one divorce is enough to last me a lifetime. More than anything, we both admit, our little oral affair has added fuel to pretty damn fiery sex lives at home.
Most guys don't even count it as officially getting laid until you've told your buddy about it and the fact that my buddy was now a gorgeous 36-year-old wife and mother with a body like co-ed, an intellect like a physics professor and a a mouth like a sailor was just icing on the cake. I told Lu about how could my wife looked when she sucked my cock in the shower the other morning; she told me riding her husband's face and licking her own juices off his chin and forehead; she picked out lingerie for my wife on Victoria's Secret online, and dictated more and more of the outrageous text messages she was sending to her husband while he worked.
With that in mind, I picked up the phone just after lunch this afternoon and dialed Lu's extension.
"What now," she answered huffily and then chuckled. "What's going through that dirty mind of yours, bad boy?"
"Not nearly what I wish was going through my pants - namely your hands," I said.
"That's a stretch even for you, darling. We're going to have work on your spontaneous sexy replies," she said.
"Maybe so," I replied. "But the reason I really called is to find out what your plans are to shock He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named later?"
"Lingerie."
"Something new?" I asked, perking up.
"Something he hasn't seen yet," said Lu.
"And, much to my chagrin, neither have I," I sighed.
This got another chuckle.
"And you won't anytime soon," said my partner in witty repartee.
"Soon? That implies that at some point, your panties will be mine!"
"Dream on, lover," she replied.
"So just what are you going to do with this lingerie for the lucky boy?"
"Before he leaves for his conference tomorrow, I'm going to put my sexiest panties in his briefcase..."
This elicited the usual intelligent reply from me: "Mmmmm."
"...and when he lands in Denver, his little Blackberry will chirp right away with the message that says I'm not going to wear any until he gets back next week - but that I packed a few dirty ones in his suitcase for him to stroke his cock with."
"I like it, Lu."
"Knew you would, bad boy, just like my husband will," Lu said, and I could hear the smile in her voice. "I especially like the thought that after that he'll have to deal with a hard-on in a room full of other academics for the rest of the day."
"I have a hard-on-in-the-office problem myself," I told her.
"Why's that," she said, almost shyly. "Is there there a particular workmate who causes it?"
"Just some new bimbo," I laughed.
"Bimbo! That's it, I'm hanging up." But she didn't and then laughed with me.
"Send him a text now. Tell him you're rubbing yourself under your desk."
"I like it. Then what?"
"Imagine me there...under your desk...touching and licking."
"You're so naughty," but I knew she'd be doing it soon.
"I try to be," I said smarmily.
"It's working."
"Good. When you have the picture in your mind, reach down under your desk. Rub yourself through your clothes."
I heard her suck in her breath sharply, and I knew she'd started.
"I'm walking down," I said, and hung up before she could protest.
By the time I got to her office, she'd zipped up and, though looking a bit flushed, was composed and professional.
She grinned and told me to close the door.
"Yes, m'am."
She suddenly looked a little serious.
"Cheryl or someone is going to catch us if we keep this up," she said.
"Caught at what?" I smiled and crossed to her desk. Resting on the edge, my crotch was just a couple of feet from her face as she remained seated.
"What am I going to do with you," she grinned.
"Whatever you can think of," I said, wiggling my eyebrows in my lousy Groucho impression.
"That sounds like it might be fun," she said.
"Could be very fun," I said, and offered her my hand.
She took it and stood, and with my knees parted slightly she had no choice but to position herself between them. She did, however, remain a good three feet away.
"But no kissing," I chuckled, repeating the first law she'd laid down to me.
"You like kisses." It was a statement, not a question, and I saw something in her eyes that hadn't been there before.
"Yes, I do, Lu. Do you like kisses?"
"Yes," she said, very quietly, dropping her gaze from mine.
Taking a chance, I cupped her face and turned it upward, at the same time pulling her forward.
"What are we up to, Lu?"
"Well, I'm trying to get out of here to meet my before the school bus dumps them by the front door," she said, still not pulling away.
I leaned in and whispered in her hear, knowing my breath was tickling her.
"Ahhh, I see. How about a kiss before you go?"
She hesitated for a second, and then thrilled me by saying it.
"Okay - one kiss."
I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her tight enough for her to feel how hard I was.
"That feels nice," Lu whispered.
"So will this," and I began to kiss her neck, her ears, her throat. I ran my hands up and down her back.
Her lips parted slightly, but before she could speak, I pulled her even tighter and covered her mouth with mine.
She shivered and began to rock slightly against my erection. She broke the kiss, but only to nibble my neck and earlobe, and I squeezed and kneaded the delectable ass that had first caught my eye.
Our mouths collided again in a hungry, open-mouth kiss. Our tongues were dueling, sliding in and out of each other's mouths, our breath ragged and coming in gasps.
With one hand still caressing her ass, I tangled the other in her hair. It's a tired cliche, but I locked onto her mouth like a drowning man holds on to a life preserver.
"I'm in trouble - I'm on fire," Lu whispered fiercely.
"And you have to go," I said and again covered her mouth with mine to block her answer.
The kiss lingered, but when it broke we were both smiling.
"Go, Lu," I said. "Be good."
"How?" She laughed and pushed me away.
She pulled me close again, though, and I could see fire in her eyes as she stared up at me.
"See you tomorrow, Lu."
"I know - and that's the problem. I'll be stuck here playing teasing games with you, and I won't be getting any at home for the next seven days." But she was still smiling as she watched me back toward the door and out of her office.
The real problem, though, was the call I got when I settled back in behind my desk. My wife's mobile came up on the caller i.d.
"Hey, babe, what's up," I answered.
"Just wanted to remind you that I'm taking the to the beach for the weekend tomorrow."
That's when it hit me. Lu's husband gone for a week. Me alone for the weekend - because Lu and I were working this weekend. With probably no one else in the office...
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Lingerie
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Posted:Jan 1, 2008 10:29 am
Last Updated:Jan 8, 2008 8:24 am
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Don't know why, but I've never bought lingerie for anyone. Lately, though, I decided the wife and I need to spice things up a bit (hence my being a naughty boy and coming here), so for our anniversary, I bought her something very slinky, with a little black thong.
To my surprise, I got a nice little tingle and a hard-on just picking this up and walking to the counter with it. That night I gave it to her and asked her to wear it. She's the type who doesn't think she looks good in this stuff, but I talked her into it.
She came out of the bathroom and crawled in bed next to me. The panties barely covered her bush, and that thong just sort of did something to me.
I absolutely love her ass anyway. I love feeling it, stroking it, running my tongue over her globes and giving them playful little bites. I like trailing my tongue down her crack slowly before parting her and going all nasty on her and licking her hole. By then she's always really wet, and I slide my hand under her and let my knuckles really rub against her lips and clit and then start sucking her ass. Not everybody's cup of tea, I know, but we both get off on it.
Anyway, on this night, in her sexy new black thong and silky smooth babydoll, I wanted badly to pull on that sucker with my teeth and bury my face in her pussy and her ass. But there was a catch.
See, we have this three-year-old who want go to sleep at night for anything. Most nights, I still have to hold this girl before she'll fall asleep (yes, I know I spoiled her rotten, but she's my only "natural" and there won't be another, so she's daddy's girl and I don't give a damn).
We have succeeded recently in getting her to at least fall asleep on the couch in the loft outside our bedroom so I don't have to hold her. And that's where she was this night, wide awake, while I wanted to fuck her mother so badly I was shaking.
Hoping she would fall asleep, we were just kissing and rubbing under the covers, building up to what we hope would soon be full-out sex. Her in that lingerie was an exceptional turnon, and I was pulling those tiny little panties aside, feeling her get slick. My fingers were nice and wet, and I brought them up, licking and sucking her juices off them.
We were kissing, getting really heated up. I rubbed her again, three fingers getting really wet and musky smelling. I brought them back to my mouth, then thought better of it and smeared them against her lips. Her tongue slipped out, licking herself off my fingers, and I did the same, our tongues sliding together to taste how good she is.
Being under the covers like that, trying to be quiet, trying to hide what we were doing, was in itself a turn-on. It was like those first few times you finger your girl in the backseat of a car in high school. You're both scared as hell, breathing heavy, shaking like mad. It's like finger-fucking her under a blanket on the couch, with her mother in the next room. It's like sneaking into the bathroom at a party with your buddy's girlfriend and licking her pussy while she's up on the vanity with her legs draped over your shoulders and somebody's gonna knock on that fucking door any second.
It was all that, and I wanted to flip her over, pull that babydoll down to expose her tits without taking it off her, rip that tiny string covering her quim aside and plunge my cock into her.
Then I felt a tiny little hand on my back and a voice saying, "Daddy, I can't fall asleep."
We managed not to traumatize the with the sight of her parents humping, but that killed the chance that night.
The next night with the Aerobed in the closet, however...
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Happy New Year
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Posted:Jan 1, 2008 9:50 am
Last Updated:Jan 8, 2008 8:38 am
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Here's hoping you have a good one. I plan to make mine real good!
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Stirrings
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Posted:Dec 12, 2007 5:10 am
Last Updated:May 12, 2024 2:49 pm
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I stay away from here and other "dirty" sites. I try to be the dutiful husband and father: resolute, reliable, responsible.
But it never lasts. I'm drawn back, to the illicit danger, the nervous feeling in the pit of my stomach.
To you.
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Hiya
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Posted:Dec 11, 2007 9:29 am
Last Updated:May 12, 2024 2:49 pm
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Haven't been around much lately. I'm just trying to catch up on reading all my favorite blogs.
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Hot Tub Fun, con'td.
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Posted:Aug 1, 2007 10:10 am
Last Updated:Aug 1, 2007 11:29 am
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A continuation of the story below:
After emptying myself into B and seeing Jeff do the same to Sherry, I thought recriminations - or at least sobriety might set in. After all, I just finished fucking another man's wife (with him out of town), while her and his girlfriend did the same right next to us in the hot tub.
But B and Sherry were far from finished. Facing each other as they'd fucked Jeff and me, B and her prospective in law had begun fondling each other. It was when we saw the two of them kissing that Jeff and I both exploded into our respective "dates."
Now that kiss was deepening as B dismounted from my cock and knelt in the tub. She was pushing herself against Sherry, now licking and sucking the younger girl's tits.
Jeff obviously had more staying power than me, since Sherry was still moving up and down his cock, even as his mother was biting her nipples softly.
B slowly pulled Sherry off Jeff, pushing her to the edge of the tub. When she had Sherry were she wanted her, B spread Sherry's thighs and started working her way down the girl's tight stomach.
Sherry was leaning back on her elbows, tits thrust up in the air, nipples hard and stiff. Her body was glistening in the moonlight, and the only sounds were her breathing and the soft smacking of B working her mouth down the girl's body.
When B finally made it to her destination, Sherry giggled a bit and said, "You gonna eat his cum out of me, Mrs. S?"
B laughed and said, "I said call me B, " and then dove right into Sherry's pussy. She was nuzzling it with her face, then working it with her mouth, sucking her own 's cum right from his girlfriend's cunt.
Jeff was as shocked as I was, but was in no position to argue. He crawled up out of the tub, and I saw he was hard again, as was I. Sherry reached around his neck, kissing him as his mom sucked and licked her pussy.
I moved behind B. Reaching under hips, I pulled her big ass up out of the water, and rubbed my cock between her cheeks. She continued to bury her tongue in Sherry's pussy, and deliriously moaning over and over, "Such a sweet cunt, tastes so good filled with cum, so good, you like the way I lick you, you love my fucking tongue you little slut."
Her own cunt was still full of my cum, and when I dipped the head of my cock in, it came out nice and slick and gooey. Grasping it at the base, I again ran it up her ass crack, and then paused, working it against her asshole.
She paused from licking her 's girlfriend long enough to turn her face toward me and say, "Do it...fuck my hot ass."
I squeezed it into her slowly, looking up to see Jeff now straddling Sherry's chest.
"Yeah, baby, fuck my big tits. Give me that cock," Sherry said. "Oh fuck, B, yes yes yes! Lick me, oh god, omifucking god, yes!"
My cock buried in B's ass, I was stroking hard, driving her face further into Sherry's pussy with each motion. Jeff's hips were pistoning as he pumped his girl’s tits. B started to shake and moan, thrusting back into me and as she started to cum, she just ground her face into Sherry's cunt.
Sherry was practically screaming by now, until, I assume, Jeff kept the neighbors from hearing her by shoving his cock in her mouth.
This whole chain of flesh and twisted lust started to rock and shake, almost in rhythm. I felt the cum rising in my cock again, then let it go, releasing my flood into B's tight ass.
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Hot Tub Fun
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Posted:Jul 30, 2007 11:44 am
Last Updated:Jul 30, 2007 1:23 pm
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I've blogged before about B, a married woman a few year older than me and an insatiable slut. I met her on an adult hookup site when I was between marriages.
Every time her husband was out of town, she'd meet me in a hotel parking lot and take me to her house for the night. We were also fucking in my car, at the new house I'd bought after my divorce and just about anywhere else the mood and the opportunity matched up.
On one of those nights at her house, her 25-year-old and his girlfriend, Sherry, popped in unexpectedly. I hid in the bedroom until B got them into the guest room, and then we got quite a surprise listening though the walls to Sherry fucking B's . (That story is here, too, if you're interested).
B and I both got quite worked up over this and came like mad listening to them, all while I talked to B what it would be like to eat Sherry's pussy and see her get fucked. A few weeks after this, we fulfilled B's fantasy to eat pussy, with another couple I met on that site, and I've written about it here, too.
After our night with that couple, B couldn't wait to get another couple into bed with us, and I was anxious to oblige. We were talking this over late one Saturday afternoon at her place, yet another time when hubby was traveling, when, true to form, her pulls up in the driveway unexpectedly, and Sherry with him.
Since we were both fully clothed and sitting outside atthe time, we didn't really have to explain to Jeff (the ) what I was doing there. B had told me that Jeff wasn't too keen on his stepdad anyway, so making up a story that I was a co-worker who'd just been in the neighborhood
was sufficient.
B had told me what a looker Sherry was ( I never saw her the night we heard her fucking B's ), and she wasn'tkidding. She was 22, with dirty blond hair down to her shoulders, a great looking ass, long legs and tits just begging to have your face buried in them.
B grabbed the two a couple of beers out of the fridge, and we proceeded to make small talk on the back deck. Both B and I were sneaking glances at Sherry's tits bulging in the tight tank-top she was wearing, and B furtively ran her hand up my thigh under the table, brushing my cock in
the process.
After a few beers, conversation was flowing pretty freely, when Jeff suddenly said, "Ma, let's use the hot tub."
He just stood up and shucked his sandals, pulled his t-shirt over his head and crawled in wearing his shorts. B bitched at him a bit about not putting on a real swimsuit, so Jeff
just laughed and then deposited his shorts on the deck with, "OK, mom, I won't fuck up your plumbing. I'll just go commando!"
I was laughing my ass off, but B was getting pissed, especially when Junior splashed at us, drenching his mom, me and his girl. That tank Sherry was wearing was pretty thin, and you could pretty clearly see her nips now straining against the fabric. I was getting a little boner, when B, "C'mon inthe house, I'll get you one of my husband's swimsuits...Sherry,
you wanna change?"
I played like the infrequent guest, waiting in the living room until B brought me some trunks and then slipping into the bathroom to change. When I came out, Sherry was just coming from the guest bedroom, and my jaw must of dropped when I saw her.
She was wearing a bright red string bikini that just barely covered her tits and exposed all but her triangle of her crotch. She smiled at me, a little drunkenly, and toddled off to the deck.
B had already joined Jeff in the tub when we got back, and I didn't see his shorts on the deck anymore, so I assumed he was wearing them. B was in a black one piece that showed off her own ample tits nicely enough.
I slid in, strategically positioning myself away from B a bit so it didn't look like I'd been here before. Sherry snuggled up right next to Jeff, and he slipped an arm around her and pulled her for a quick kiss.
We all continued to drink - now switching to margaritas - and B kept inching closer to me in the tub. Jeff was massaging Sherry's neck with one hand, holding a drink in the other, and I noticed that Sherry's left hand suspiciously stayed underneath the water at all times.
With the tequila continuing to flow and the sun going down, we were all laughing and having a pretty good time. By now, B and I were right up against each other, and our hands, too, were slipping under the water and over each other rather obviously. Jeff and Sherry were nuzzling each other openly and I noticed Jeff staring right at me, grinning a bit.
"Look, Jeff, let's quit the bullshit, " B said. "You've figured out that I'm fucking him...you okay with that?"
I nearly swallowed a whole slice of lime, but Jeff laughed and said, "Fine by me, mom, " and pulled Sherry onto his lap.
With that, B pulled me in for a hot, deep kiss, and reached her hand into my trunks. My cock was aching after all this teasing, and I started fondling her tits, not giving a damn that her and his girlfriend were a few feet away.
As Sherry moved up and down on Jeff's cock, he reached around and started massaging her tits. Finally, he just popped the string and those beautiful things sprang into full view.
"Sherry, you're so hot..isn't she hot, T, " B asked me.
"God, yes, " I managed.
"So are you, Mrs. S, " said Sherry.
"You better call me B since you're about to fuck my in my hot tub, " B giggled and slid her own top down to free her tits.
Following Jeff's lead, I positioned B on my lap, rubbing and squeezing her tits as she faced Sherry.
"Excuse me a sec, " B said, and went under the water, pulling my trunks off and throwing them into the yard.
Jeff threw back his head and laughed, and then started pushing Sherry's head under playfully. She took the hint, and slipped Jeff's shorts off, gave them a fling and they landed next to mine.
I maneuvered B's suit the rest of the way down and soon had her naked ass resting against me.
Sherry reached down and pulled off that tiny strip of cloth she was wearing and tossed it at us. B caught it and wrapped it around her neck before reaching back between her legs, taking my cock in her hand and sliding it into her cunt. Her eyes never left Sherry's tits, though, when it became obvious that Jeff had slipped inside his sweet little piece of ass, too.
Both women are working their hips up and down now, grinding our cocks. They're both leaning forward to get better leverage, their faces inches apart as they fuck us.
I look up to see B lock her arms behind Sherry's head, and Sherry slides her arms around B, both grinning like mad as they ride us.
When I see them start to kiss, I moan out loud and start squirting into Beth. Jeff yells, "Fuck, jesus, fuck" and I know he's cumming deep inside hot Sherry.
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Last Updated:Jul 9, 2007 7:50 am
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What the heck, this one sounded like fun LOL... Would you fill this out so I can know more about you?
1. Can you cook?
2. What was your dream growing up?
3. What talent do you wish you had?
4. Favorite place?
5. Favorite vegetable?
6. What was the last book you read?
7. What zodiac sign are u ?
8. Any Tattoos and/or Piercings?
9. Worst Habit?
10. Do we know each other outside of HotMatch.com?
11. What is your favorite sport?
12. Negative or Optimistic attitude?
13. What would you do if you were stuck in an elevator with me?
14. Worst thing to ever happen to you?
15. Tell me one weird fact about you:
16. Do have any pets?
17. Do u know how to do the macerana?
18. What time is it where u are now?
19. Do you think clowns are cute or scary?
20. If you could change one thing about how you look, what would it be???
21. Would you be my crime partner or my conscience?
22. What color eyes do you have?
23. Ever been arrested?
24. If you won $10,000 dollars today, what would you do with it?
25. What kind of bubble gum do you prefer to chew?
26. What 's your favorite bar to hang at?
27. Do you believe in ghosts?
28. Favorite thing to do in your spare time?
29. Do you swear a lot?
30. Biggest pet peeve?
31. In one word, how would you describe yourself?
32. Will you repost this so I can fill it out and do the same for you ?
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