I liked to be dominated. I like when men take control and tell me what to do.  My husband discovered this after a few years of marriage, and things haven’t been the same since. Lately, though, things my have gotten a little out of control. 

It seems that my husband, Dave, had been discussing domination with a few of his friends at work. He had, after a couple of beers at the local bar, told them about our secret sexual practices. He told them that I liked being a love slave, and would do anything that I was told. 

I didn’t mind that so much. However, one Saturday, the doorbell rang. I went to answer the door, and Arthur stood there. He looked at me and asked me if my master was home! Read the rest

I was sitting in my office, finishing out my workweek on a Friday. All of a sudden, my wife appeared through the doorway, dressed in a black, see-through, chemise and jacket. 

“Happy birthday, baby!” she exclaimed. “Why don’t you come upstairs, ’cause I have a surprise for you.” Not being one to say “no” to my half-naked wife, I followed her up the stairs.

There was a raging fire going in the fireplace, as well as several scented candles strategically placed around the room. “Now just make yourself comfortable there on the couch,” she said mysteriously. “I have a little ‘Fashion Show’ planned for your pleasure.and then a little bit of you pleasuring me after the show.” With that, she disappeared down the hallway.  Read the rest

The first time I walked in on my wife having sex with a young friend of my son, I was shocked and saddened. She begged me for forgiveness, claiming she had too much to drink, and I let her stay, she said she’d never do it again.

As I pounded her hard that night, re-establishing my territory, my mind kept drifting to the scene as I had seen it when I walked in the house - her straddling him on the living room couch, bouncing up and down on his cock, her tits firm and bouncing in his face, his hands on her hips. The look of ecstasy on her face when she was doing it was what I imagined as I came inside her that night, and I replayed it in my head 24 hours a day for the next week. Read the rest

I came home late that night from a business engagement. I was tired, hungry, and annoyed that things had not gone well. My husband was in his recliner reading the paper looking all relaxed, and somehow this annoyed me. “Look at you, just sitting around, I bet nothing was done while I was slaving away at work today,” I grumbled.

“Actually,” stated my husband as he looked up at me over his glasses, “The kids are in bed, the laundry is finished, and dinner is made. You, however, need to calm down.”

Instantly I knew I had been tired, and wrong. “Sorry,” I mumbled, “It’s been a long day, I shouldn’t have snapped at you.”

My husband was understanding, and we had a marvelous dinner together. Afterwards, over a glass of wine, he brought my little tantrum back up.

“You have been stressed and grouchy lately, not to mention overly excitable. You need to cool down. Besides, I owe you one for that outburst earlier. I think a trip downstairs for appropriate punishment is in order.” Read the rest

My wife and I love to do public sex!  We often go out looking for places to have sex that’s somewhat in view of others.  Not plain view, we like to make it more of an ‘accidental’ witnessing of events.  It’s fun when someone thinks they are getting away with seeing others getting it on! They hide or are real quite so as not to get ‘found out’, little do theyknow we planned it that way. Read the rest

I stared having fantasies about seeing my wife with a black man during a trip to Jamaica to celebrate out fifth wedding anniversary. Every time we went swimming or snorkeling, she would take off her top. Then, when we were done playing in the water, we would walk back from the beach to the hotel with her top still off, letting all the Jamaicans working at the resort stare openly at her bouncing, 38DD breasts. 

She would act like she didn’t notice all the eyes on her, but when we got back to the room she would be wet as hell. When I explained to her in detail how all these men were looking at her bare titties and how their big black cocks were getting hard because of it, she actually tried to act surprised. Little Miss Innocence! The sex that followed these episodes was anything but innocent, I can tell you.  
 
As a result of all this, I think she has had fantasies about black guys for some time now. She thinks her tits don’t look good unless they are tan, so she takes every opportunity, sometimes in semi-public places, to expose her beautiful beasts to the sun - and whoever else happens to be watching. I agree with her, not because I think they don’t look good, but because I get incredibly turned on seeing other men, and sometimes women, ogle her on the beach! The men usually get hot and the women mostly get envious.  Read the rest

After a perfect evening of dinner and dancing, of thoughtfulness and playfulness, of coy demurrals and deep, meaningful glances, we reach the top of your steps and you place your key in the lock, turning to me with a smile, all your doubts and cares swept away, leaving only your desire, your decision irrevocably made.

“Thank you for a wonderful evening. Good night,” I say as I reach for you to kiss you goodbye. I can sense your heat, but have no wish to hurry you into an intimacy that I know will change both our lives forever. Breaking the kiss I turn to descend the steps, but you take me by the hand, replying in a deep, throaty voice, “Yes, a very good night,” and you turn the key in the lock, leading me across the threshold and into your home, at the same time crossing a threshold of a more sensual kind, your mind acquiescing to your bodies need. Read the rest

My husband and I were married for 5 years, and as for me, I considered our sex together as “great.” I did many things for my husband to make our sex interesting and not boring, like role playing, dressing up as a whore, and rape skits. On a few occasions I have even taken part in threesomes with my husband and another man.

I got home from work one Friday, feeling somewhat kinky and in the mood for something wild and crazy. I went to the bedroom and stripped out of my work clothes, then to the bathroom for a relaxing bath. I began to wash myself, sliding my soapy hand over my neck to my breasts, down my stomach then down between my legs, and began playing with myself thinking about the first time I had an orgasm by another man. 

Don’t get me wrong, I’d had men bring me to orgasm before; before I was married. For some reason this time was different; maybe because my husband was present. Anyway, the next thing I knew, he was making love to me and I was cumming, whispering to myself over and over, “Fuck me, fuck me!” almost feeling the warmth his own climax entering my body, filling every inch inside of me. Then I came. I laid in the hot tub for several minutes as the vision faded along with my orgasm, then I stepped out of the tub and dried myself. Read the rest

Joyce jumped when the doorbell rang. The magazine she was reading almost fell out of her hands. He was here early.

The room suddenly felt too hot. Joyce’s breath was caught in her throat, her chest tight. Killing time had been bad enough, but now that the moment was here, well, she realized she wasn’t truly ready. Her heart trip-hammered against her sternum.

He rang the doorbell again.

Get moving, Joy, Joyce told herself.

She put the magazine aside, glanced around the living room. Everything was in its place. There was a box of condoms hidden behind the Kleenex, just within reach of the couch. When she got things ready, she spread the throw pillows out for more room. He would take her right here, right where she was sitting. The thought made her swallow hard on the lump in her throat.

Another ring.

Joyce sprang to her feet. How do I look? Cutoff jeans shorts and bare feet. She wore a button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled. When she put it on, she decided to tie it off above her stomach. It made her breasts look larger, higher and it showed off the abs she’d been working on.

Maybe it was a little young for her, but so what? She felt young today. Read the rest

It was late, closing time to be precise; the Bar staff began to clean away the day’s business as the final punters finished their drinks. Couples began to retire for the night and drunks stumbled off into the great beyond (sleep).

It was only a short walk from the bar to Jennifer’s house, which she walked with her friend Josh, they had known each other for over a year and they had become friends, though a different kind of friendship, lived in computers this was the first time they had met. Josh had been staying with her for nearly a week, this night had been a goodbye for him from Jennifer, they wined and dined and talked for a long time, tomorrow he flew home.

They arrived shortly after. Jennifer’s apartment was dark, lit only by the moon that shone through the window into the main room. They both settled in for the night, doing all the things normal people do before bed, brushing teeth, all that kind of stuff. Josh was staying in the spare room; Jennifer didn’t have a roommate so there was plenty of room in the apartment she retired to her room. Read the rest

I was on my way to my new home with my Master. In a way it was our first home. We’d saved for years, lived in a series of small apartments where the neighbors were always thin walls away, putting money away and dreaming of what we’d have ‘one day’. And now the day was here.

This time when my Master had gotten the news of another transfer he’d told me to stay behind. This would be our last move, he said, so he wanted to go ahead and select our house and get it ready. I was to stay behind, finish up with my job, and get rid of everything but our personal belongings. We’d never bought anything very ‘nice’. It was all temporary. Just what we needed to get by.  Read the rest

“Becky, please don’t spend any money on me. I don’t need a gift.” Ricky argued with me.

“But Ricky, I want to make your birthday extra special. This is the first time you’ve had a birthday since we started dating.”

“Becky, I’m serious. Don’t waste any money on me. My dream birthday is just having over three or four friends, watching the Heat play basketball, playing poker, and drinking beer.”

“That’s it?” I asked him. “You can’t think of a single book, CD, or video game you would like?”

“Becky, I have all the material stuff I need. I don’t need anything. Please, I know you sometimes have trouble saving money, and I really don’t want you to spend a cent on my birthday. If you really must, you can make me a cake and we’ll have it when my friends come over next week.”

“That’s it Ricky? Your dream birthday party is Beer, Basketball, Poker, and a homemade birthday cake?” I responded.

“That’s it. That would make me so happy.”

“I’ll bet I can make your birthday party more special than that, Ricky.” I said with a wicked gleam in my eye. I was already planning and plotting a very sexy surprise for him. Read the rest

Last summer my wife and I went on a vacation to the south of France in a camper. The area around our parking space was large so we were secluded and had some privacy. My wife is a handsome German blonde beauty with a firm body, great breasts and long legs. Sexually she’s a slow starter but when she’s hot there is no stopping her.

I myself after my back surgery am not able to do all the wild stuff that she likes. Read the rest

I never thought I was interested in guys until four years ago.  I made to Varsity soccer team when I was a freshman at IU.  We had just won our last game, which put us in the regional  Finals.  We were thrilled, to say the least. As we got into the locker room, we all started to strip heading for the showers..

We were all sweaty from the exertion and excitement of the game, so we all craved a cold shower.  I got to my locker and Todd.  He was one of the hottest jocks on the college freshman team was standing before me in nothing but his jockstrap. His round ass cheeks were slightly separated as he was bending down to get a towel from his locker. Short black curls of hair poked from between his ass cheeks. Read the rest

My man and I are very freaky.  I asked him one day a story about a fantasy that may never happen.  He preceded to tell me a story with his bestfriend and his girlfriend and all of us in a foursome.  The story and the thought turned us on a lot.  I wrote them and asked if they would be interested and they said yes.  None of us knew how it would happen.

They called us and told us that they would be coming by to visit us and we looked at it as the perfect opportunity.  It was nothing that we could really plan but just hope one thing leads to the next and we get it on.  We were excited to see them when they got there.  The girlfriend looked real good, she has caramel complected skin a nice ass and a nice figure.  She wore some tight stuff and it would turn me on.  We were long time friends, so we had to do some catching up first….. Read the rest