When I went to college as an undergraduate a while back at the University of Missouri-Columbia there are these outdoor racquetball courts. They are all concrete, high walls, with no roof.

One of my fantasies was to play a little more than racquetball with some girl there. I mean it was a cool place, you were outdoors, in a public place but the high walls provided most of the privacy you needed.

I had no steady girlfriend that semester and could think of only one girl who I could coax into a situation like that, Jennifer. Jennifer was a sophomore I think and it was rumored that she was picking up guys while she worked part-time as a waitress at a pizza place. We both hung out with the same group of friends and she had flirted with me a lot.

Now Jennifer was no raving beauty but was rather plain looking. She had short, brown curly hair and brown eyes and freckles. My guess was that she was about 5′ 5″, medium weight. Read the rest »

The clock on the living room wall showed 8:00PM and my patience was near an end. I’d been waiting for my husband, Gary to come home from work now for almost 2 hours. We’d been planning to go to a party that started at 8:00 and now we’d be late for sure. I was going to give him a piece of my mind when he got home. I was sure that he’d stopped to have a drink with some of his buddies, it was an old routine that I knew well even if I didn’t like it much.

A half hour later or so, I finally hear keys at the front door, and after a few minutes of scrambling with the lock, Gary walked into the apartment. Then I realized that he hadn’t come home alone, 3 of his buddies were also with him, and they all appeared to have had a lot to drink.

I stood up and started to say something to Gary but before I could open my mouth he grabbed me by the arm and pulled me into the bedroom.

“Look, babe,” he started. “I’m sorry I’m late but what’s done is done. Why don’t we just make new plans, in fact I’ve got one already in mind.”

He pushed me back onto the bed and threw my skirt up over my waist, then he roughly ripped off my panties. He lifted my legs and spread them with his hands until my pussy was completely open for him.

“Gary, wait! What about your friends in the other room?” Read the rest »

Many years ago I was promoted to manager of a business.  On my promotion I made contact with all the important customers and suppliers, and explained that whilst the guy who owned the business wasn’t selling, I was the one running it on a day to day basis and had authority to sign checks and such.

Included in these contacts was the bank manager. A guy a few years older than me, the usual banker type, straight laced in the office.

He suggested we go to lunch one day and wanting to make a good impression, I didn’t drink at lunch but noticed he knocked back a few glasses of wine.

We became quite friendly and luckily for me the business was successful so he invited me out one evening to a theater show. I arrived and there he was along with his wife, a very nice mature lady elegantly dressed with a good figure. Her skirt showed off her long legs and her breasts looked wonderful in a tight fitting top. Read the rest »

My wife got into an accident about 3months ago and broke her leg in 2 places and had to have knee surgery. After the casts came off she had to have physical therapy. We had a in home therapists that come to the house and provide the therapy service. My wife is 42 years old, 115 lbs 34C blonde and blue eyed.  Very pretty and sexy.

When I got home that day of her first treatment she was wearing her usual night- shirt and was in the bed. She invited me to lay with her, and as I did I noticed her favorite dildo was in the bed. I asked what was she doing and she said she had been thinking about me ever since I left this morning and was horny. We had some amazing sex that evening. Read the rest »

Hi! My name is Alexis, I’m 19 and I’m HOT! I’m also bisexual, which means that when I’m horny (and I’m always horny) I’d fuck anyone that stirs near me, without regards to gender, race or even species. And, although I prefer kinky sex, also do regular guys. Take for example Mick.

One day last summer, I was visiting daddy in his downtown office. Daddy is a lawyer, a wealthy one, and his clientele are mostly wealthy businessmen, whom he advices how to pay less taxes on their income. All together a disgusting lot.  Anyway, there I was but daddy was too busy to see me.

He’d told me to wait for him in the waiting room until he finished his business with a client, and he’d added, “Mick is waiting out there also. So please be nice to him, and I don’t mean tease him. He’s a very important client.”

Well telling me to be nice to someone for money-that’s a red flag for me. So I’ve decided to teach both men a lesson. I was also horny, and that mood had suited well my purpose. Read the rest »

I never thought I’d write a letter like this but Juniper - my lady - talked me into it.

We earn our living by playing in a rock band, a band you have heard of, but one I won’t name in this letter. Rock and roll is a hard wild life and all the stories about being in a successful are true.  But Juniper and I try to maintain after three years of a great marriage as normal a life as we can under the circumstances.

Believe it or not Juniper, who was against any kind of swinging started the whole thing.  She knew I was tempted by Sandra a blond back-up singer we were using at the time but she was being good about it.  We talked about it too and everything was cool until my wife and I were backstage with the drummer-boyfriend of the said lady. 

We had come to see his new rhythm ideas and the four of us were alone.  I turned from talking and admiring the tall shapely blonde to find my petite Juniper - who has the sexiest body I’ve ever seen - making hot eyes at the drummer Dan.  He was blonde too, long haired and he had taken his shirt off and looked like a Viking warrior.  He was sweating and he was smiling appreciatively at my wife. Read the rest »

It was my second year in college. A paper was due the next week, and I had to go to the library to get material for my paper. It was late at night, and I had done all the usual procrastination on my paper. The college library was situated conveniently close to the dorms, and it was a simple thing to just throw on some shoes and jog nearly next door and dash inside. The library was going to close soon.

I ran into the library, and the woman behind the counter — the head librarian, frowned at me. I walked casually over to one of the card files and began searching for the books I needed. I stood there, thumbing through them quickly, when there was a tap at my shoulder. I turned. The librarian was standing there, looking at me.

“Can I help you find something?”

She was an older woman, probably about thirty years older than I. Her brown hair was peppered with silvery strands, and it was pulled backward in a rather severe-looking bun. She was wearing glasses. I don’t know what it was, but there was something about her that looked sensuous and sexy, as if there was something hidden behind the facade of being a straight-laced old woman. Read the rest »

I had just finished spanking Miss Mori when the door to my office suddenly burst open and Amaya, one of Miss Mori’s helpers, fell into the room. Her lack of grace complicated by having one hand down the front of her slacks.

Miss Mori and I both jumped to our feet and watched Amaya as she disentangled herself and got to her feet.

“Just what is the meaning of this?” I said in my most commanding voice. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Well…” she started, “I-I… was putting some papers on Miss Mori’s desk when I tripped and fell against the door.” She looked up at me hopefully to see if I believed her.

When she saw the look on my face she looked back at the floor and started over. “I accidentally heard you two one night about a month ago when I did come in after work to put some papers on Miss Mori’s desk. Now I wait after work to see if she comes in here and closes the door. When she does I go into her office and listen at the door to try to… hear you. I get so hot I can hardly stand up when I have to leave.” Read the rest »

The Man

The doorbell rang and Patty answered it. “Oh, Amber,” she said, “I’m so glad you stopped by! Come on back to the kitchen. What a coincidence. My husband was just saying that, since I’d mentioned you so often, he’d like to meet you. And here you are!”

“Yes, here I am,” Amber laughed. “Are you sure I haven’t met your husband some time?”

“If you have, he doesn’t remember it. And I don’t think he’d forget someone as stunning as you.” Amber was indeed stunning. Honey blond and wearing a bright, winning smile, she was slim in the hips with a flat tummy and curvaceous bouncing bosom.

“Oh, you’re just saying that!” Amber protested, unconvincingly.

“Not at all, I’m just stating the obvious.”

A tall dark-haired man rose to greet them when they entered the kitchen. “Don, this is Amber,” Patty introduced him. “Hello,” Amber said hesitantly, blushing and turning her head, for Don was completely naked. Patty put her hand on her friend’s arm. “Don’t be embarrassed,” she reassured her, “he almost never wears clothes when he’s home. It’s OK.”

“But couldn’t he put on a robe when your friends come around?” Amber asked. “Don’t be silly, Amber,” Patty chided her, “that’s just the time when he doesn’t wear a robe. Isn’t that right, Don?” Read the rest »

I must admit it was my wife’s idea. For her 47th birthday, a “romantic” getaway at an Atlantic Bed and Breakfast with a promised “breathtaking” view of the sea and a rooftop hot tub with champagne service. It did sound inviting.

We were met on arrival by the owners, Devon and Charles, quite accommodating hosts who showed us to a spacious top-floor room with a queen-sized modern bed and then took us to the rooftop to explain the operation of the rather large hot tub. Devon, quite fit and in his early 50s, enquired quite openly whether we would mind if they also made use of the hot tub this weekend as we were the only guests so far.

Neither Michele nor I had any objections, which brought a smile to Devon’s face as he told us that he and Charles usually use the tub very late at night after the chores had been completed and the guests bedded down.

Later in the afternoon, Michele, a shapely green-eyed redhead with a thin patch of auburn hair covering what can only be described as a “weeping” cunt when thoroughly aroused, made the observation that the owners clearly were a comfortable gay couple, but I said there’s the possibility they might be bisexual so don’t be surprised when and if we’re all in the tub she might learn differently. She laughed it off as we spent the rest of the early evening shopping for some lingerie. I managed to convince her to go for an average-covering bikini just in case it turns out the two men did join us and bathing suits were required. Read the rest »

The time, six months ago. The scene, the local YMCA.

There I was, a 6 foot, 265 pound blob of 40 year old insecurity and bruised ego, struggling to keep up with the rest of the aerobics class. Sweat stung my eyes and pain radiated from my bad knee — neither sensation was particularly noticeable compared to the pounding of my heart and the gasping sounds of my labored breathing. Pride was the only thing which kept me on my feet and moving.

I could tell that the instructor was watching me, waiting for me to collapse — or perhaps trying to figure out what I was doing in her class. It wasn’t an advanced aerobics class, but it was more than what a beginner like me should have been in. I signed up knowing only that I needed some structured exercise — no one told me what I was getting into, or, more probably, I wasn’t paying attention. Now, I was too proud to admit that I was in a little over my head. Yes, the instructor, a rather nicely put together brunette who appeared to be about 19 or 20, was definitely looking at me.

Locking down my newly discovered determination (developed after months of intense therapy — more on that later if it becomes relevant), I compromised slightly by not doing quite as much as my classmates and eventually made it through the session without a myocardial infarction.

After we finished, the instructor, Jaqalin, walked right up to me as I was headed for the showers.

“You’re Darren, aren’t you?” she asked.

“That’s me all right.” What a clever response, I thought. “I suppose you’re wondering what a blimp like me is doing in your class, eh?”

“No, not at all. I know perfectly well what you’re doing in my class. And I want to talk to you about that. Are you busy right now?”

“No, as a matter of fact. After my shower I was just planning to go home and collapse,” I said, laughing.

She laughed too. “Well, if you could put off collapsing for a little bit, I was going to suggest a cup of coffee at Perkins ™.”

“Do you have coffee with all of your overweight and out of shape students?”

“No, not usually, but something tells me I should have a cup with you.” Read the rest »

One night while on line, the husband, “Bob” contacted me and, more or less, said that he and his wife Alexis would be interested in giving me a massage, noStrings attached.

Well I live with my Aunt in a rather “safe haven” atmosphere. She watches over me rather closely and tries to make sure I’m safe, happy, and not contacted in anyway by my former boyfriend who has made some real, serious threats.

Bob had sent me pictures of himself and Alexis and from all our chats I felt that they would be okay and that maybe there would be no harm in opening myself up a little bit.

I should admit here that I have always been curious what it would be like to be in a bisexual relationship and Alexis was a very attractive woman. I’d only had one minor bi experience, which made me more curious than ever. Still, with disease and such, I wasn’t anxious to experiment with strangers. But as I said, Bob and Alexis were sort of like friends. Read the rest »

“Don’t look at me,” she whined, covering her breasts with one arm, and clamping her legs together. “Turn out the light.”

I shook my head. “No, Baby, I like looking at you. Just the way you are. Now open up… surrender the pink.”

She moved her legs apart, revealing more of her crotch.

I reached down and lifted one of her knees, pulling it up and pushing it back toward her. Her pussy lips appeared, swollen and wet.  I moved forward, letting the head of my cock brush against her vulva.

“Mmmm,” she whispered. “Give it to me.”

I pushed my hips forward, thrusting my cock inside her.

“Oh yeah!” she gasped. “Fuck me, yeah! Fuck me!” Read the rest »

I met Allison at church. I remember us being introduced and I can clearly remember her shy demeanor. She was little, meaning she was about 5′1 and 115 pounds. It was her body that first attracted me, and the exact reasons of why I left the church with her. We never went back to church, no, we spent our Sundays talking nasty to one another and fucking like wild rabbits. Her favorite position was against the couch facing the window, which was open. I can only imagine how many people saw us. Read the rest »

What the hell; a party is a party, right?

The house was a large one, set well back off the road. I parked the car in the large area at the end of the driveway. The other cars showed plates from other states. Curiouser and curiouser, I thought.

The door was answered by a butler. He took my overcoat, and handed me an envelope. “This way, sir,” he said, crisply. He led me to a door down a short hallway, opened the door, and said “Sir.”

I entered the door, and it was closed behind me. The room was sparsely decorated; an impressionistic painting of a man and woman on one wall; a chair, a small table. Some party.

I sat in the chair and looked at the envelope the butler had given me. “Read me immediately!” it said.

I opened the envelope. Read the rest »