I am happily married and have two grown daughters.  In all my 42 years, I had never ever in my wildest dreams thought I would be with another guy.  This all changed however quite suddenly one Wednesday afternoon, about 6 months ago.  I’m not a large, muscular type, in fact I’m rather slight of build and short, however I love to work out and stay in shape.

For several years I have been treating myself to a nice (and needed) monthly massage.  I have always scheduled a female to give me the massage and as a matter of fact have specifically steered clear of having some guy do it because I would feel uncomfortable.  Back in February, I called to arrange a much needed massage for a very sore hamstring but unfortunately the regular girl I used was booked as were all the other girls and if I needed to get in right away (and I did) I would have to book with “Jason.”  I reluctantly made the appointment and so I really felt the butterflies in my stomach the next day when I showed up for my session.

The attendant led me to the room and told me to go ahead and undress down to my underwear and get on the table and that Michael would be in shortly.  I did as told and several minutes later the door opened and in walked this large, 20’s something, quite muscular black guy dressed in white tee and white drawstring sweats and a “Hello Al, I’m Jason”.  He told me to turn onto my stomach and get comfy.

The massage began with him rubbing warm oil onto my neck and shoulders. Within 20 minutes he had proceeded down my back and was working on one of my thighs and I was feeling myself getting hard and I was hearing myself softly groaning.  I was actually getting extremely turned on by his rubbing me. When Jason asked how that feels, I could just barely audibly moan “it feels sooo good”.  I just knew that the position my dick was in, pointing down between my thighs, he could tell I was aroused.  I really had some erotic thoughts going through my mind and he must have sensed this because he had stopped massaging my leg and I could sense his presence at the head of the table. Read the rest »

Our first wedding anniversary was coming up, and Alexis asked me what we were going to do to celebrate. I had planned a nice dinner, perhaps a stage show or dancing, then back home to screw our brains out. When I explained, and asked why she wanted to know several weeks in advance, she simply smiled and suppressed a giggle, her gray eyes twinkling with an impish gleam.

Luckily, our first anniversary fell on a Friday, and reservations made, we dolled ourselves up and went out for the evening. Dinner at a fine restaurant and dancing at a local hot-pot kept us laughing and in a good mood. As we drove home, Alexis sitting next to me, leaned over and caressed my thigh with her fingernails, sending a shiver through me.

“You still want to fuck my brains out tonight?” She cooed.

I said yes, I would happily keep her wet and jumping all night long. When Alexis came, no one could doubt that she wasn’t faking. Her tendency to “let go” in bed meant that she was prone to outbursts of very erotic (and sometimes downright dirty) talk, as well as moaning and thrashing wildly about the bed. Read the rest »

After a hard days work, Isobel decided to pop into a local pub for a quick drink. She was in no hurry to get home, as her live-in lover Dele was away on business as usual. “Large G & T,” she said to the young barman, “plenty of rocks.”

“How’s business?”

“Business is fine.” she said, “Home life is a bit boring though whilst hubby is away.”

“Ah, but think of all the money he’s earning, and I’m sure you can find something to occupy yourself with at home.” Isobel had not failed to notice the two men halfway down the bar, they looked like builders, she had deliberately mentioned about her hubby being away, just to give them a hint if they were vaguely interested in her. 

“Yes, Wayde, I can always find something to occupy myself with.” She sat down at a table, and crossed her legs in such a way that the inner thigh of one leg was clearly visible if you were in the right place. 

The builders, if that’s what they were, happened to be in the right place. Occasionally she would take a sip from her G&T, as she did so, she would glance across at the two men, admiring their ruggedness, their tattered jeans and their bottoms. God she loved firm tight buttocks. One of her many fantasies was to lick a mans bottom and play with his cock at the same time. Read the rest »

“You want to be my slave girl, bitch?” I strode around the trembling girl arrogantly leering at her from head to toe, my eyes of course spending most of the time staring at her tits and ass.

“Yes, Master,” she timidly said.

“Then why are your clothes still on? Strip!”

She hurried to comply with my command as I glared at her and continued my predatory circling. In an instant her clothes were scattered about and she stood before me completely naked.

“Hands behind your head, bitch, and legs apart.” Read the rest »

Tonight I wanted some hot young cock and I really wasn’t interested in dealing with the bullshit singles scene. I put on my cum-and fuck-me whore threads and hit the local gas station. That’s right, some of the hottest scenes with kinky young dudes I’ve ever had have been in gas stations. Maybe that’s why they call them filling stations?

I spent a good two hours primping and preparing myself for the ordeal to come. A sensually-scented hot oil bath followed by a quick session with my chrome plated dildo got the juices flowing and the nipples hard: lets just say it put me in the right frame of mind! Next came the wardrobe: the “special” attire for special occasions like these.

Hmmm, should I wear this bra? Nah, nothing can hold back these massive 38 DD’s tonight. Maybe just the sheer red lace halter so all the boys can appreciate what’s waiting for them underneath.

Of course along with the top comes the mandatory black fishnet stockings, purple garter belt, split crotch panties for easy access to my cunt and the three inch spiked heels. A swish of blood red lipstick to match the nail polish, a splash of cheap perfume, and this is one hot cunt ready to get her snatch filled. Read the rest »

John is a confirmed voyeur and a frequent visitor to the adult bookstores and sex shops in our city. I used to love to hear him talk about his nocturnal visits to these sex stores, about the small, dark movie booths, the grainy flash of porno on miniature screens, the men lurking in the dim corridors, and the “glory holes”.

The glory holes fired my imagination. I would quiz John endlessly about those holes cut in the side walls of the movie booths. He would tell me stories of watching men masturbate, of watching men fuck each other, of getting an occasional blowjob himself. John and I are bisexual and go gay now and again for the spice it adds to our sex.

The more John talked about the sex shops, the more I fantasized about them, about the anonymity and instant gratification of the glory hole sex a faceless encounter, a pure lustful sexual experience devoid of emotions and the burdens of social niceties. There was the appeal of getting what I wanted without having to involve my psychological or emotional self or that of the other person. If my husband could do it, why not me? Read the rest »

As the plane taxied to the runway, Mandy had a tinge of excitement run through her as she was finally taking the vacation she has longed for so long. Now the long flight to Greece has begun, Mandy sat back in her seat, turned her iPod on and relaxed.

Before long she was dozing off. It couldn’t be helped, she had booked the latest flight to save some money and being such the plane was not crowded at all. As she drifted in and out of sleep, she barely noticed the gentleman sitting in the next row. A tall dark man, with penetrating eyes, clean shaved head and dressed in comfortable but none-the-less expensive clothes.

Little did Mandy know, but the gentleman was eyeing her with a most peculiar look in his eye. It wasn’t until the sun broke on the horizon and Mandy woke that she noticed him. The gentleman was no longer paying her any attention, however Mandy was taken with his tailored look and his air of importance.

The flight attendant brought the cart with breakfast and coffee, offered the gentleman his breakfast and coffee, lingering too long in conversation. There was no need to say anything, as Mandy, unexpectedly, was brought to the attendants attention by the gentleman, as he said in a so sexy accent, “I would like to buy the young lady breakfast” motioning to Mandy. Read the rest »

Watching my wife dress never fails to send a tingle through my loins. And tonight I was getting a special treat. It was my 40th birthday and Susan agreed to wear a slinky little dress bought just for the occasion. At the bathroom sink I was pretending to wash. Really I was watching. Watching my wife tenderly shave her legs. Her supple skin stretched firm as the razor glided over her calves, then leisurely up her thighs. I savored each pass of the cold steel against her supple skin.

Susan, pausing for a precious few seconds appeared to be lost in thought. My eyes wondered to her neatly trimmed pussy. Then In disbelief, I watched as a few quick swipes shaved her pussy bald. Gees my wife’s sweet pussy was smooth hairless for the first time sense being a child! I even heard a soft “MMMMM” as she ran her hand gently across her fresh new pussy. 

Returning to her legs Susan massaged in a little baby lotion making them smooth as silk. This was a good thing too for the dress she was to wear was short and her legs would be on display. Tastefully short mind you. Susan would be elegant, but unable to hide her sexuality. 

I have ogled my wife’s body for 15 years. But now with the kids at grandma’s the evening was alive with promise and my ogling was soaring to new heights. Susan was now changing into her panties. She wiggled out of her everyday cotton ones and delicately picked up a pair of imported French panties. I had given them to her for Christmas and spent over 200 dollars. Right now they were worth every cent.

It’s amazing what such a small amount of lacy fabric can do to your psyche. They were having an amazing effect on Susan too. She leisurely gazed at them. Then ran the silk fabric across her face, down over her breasts and tummy before shimming into them. Read the rest »

 The pale light of sunrise was just creeping into the room when Susan opened her eyes.  For a moment she was disoriented; then, feeling Dylan’s arm wrapped gently around her, she realized that she had had the most incredibly realistic dream.  She wriggled back against her husband, feeling his soft even breathing against her neck, his arm instinctively tightening around her.  As she snuggled, she felt his cock begin to stir against her ass, twitching and growing harder as Dylan drifted out of sleep into wakefulness.   Susan reached down between her legs and touched herself, not surprised to find that she was dripping wet.  Suddenly, she was aware that Dylan’s breathing had changed, and as it registered in her brain she felt his hand grabbing her nipple, twisting it sharply, sending shivers of pain and arousal through her body straight to her clit, which throbbed in anticipation.

 ”Good morning pet” he whispered in her ear as he thrust his now fully erect cock into her wet cunt, smoothly and deeply in one quick motion, causing her to gasp with the force of it.  He rolled her over onto her stomach, still deep inside her, and pulled her hips high into the air.  Dylan’s hands remained at Susan’s breasts, teasing and tormenting her nipples aslacing one hand beneath her elbow, to steady her, and the other hand stroked her hair, forcing her down into the tub.  The water rushed over her back and ass, and he took the bar of soap and proceeded to wash her.   Read the rest »

Sometimes when I get a bit horny I like to write about one of my sexual encounters. This is one of those times. Of course I even get hornier when I write about it, so hopefully you will have the same experience as you read this story.

I am a married white woman and at the time was 40 years of age. A mature white wife, as they say. I was working in a large store at the time. I knew when I first met Shaun I was drawn to him by some mystical power and as time passed he seemed to be attracted to me as well. Shaun was a young, handsome, muscular, black guy with very black skin and a beautiful smile that showed his pearly white teeth. His eyes danced and twinkled in a very sexy manner. As time passed, I found myself day dreaming about he and I being lovers. Of course I knew that I was older and he was surely attracted to the younger, sexy, and more attractive women. We often talked in the lunchroom about different things. One day he mentioned that he would like to have some little extra jobs to make some more money. He mentioned yard work, painting, and general things that he might do. I kept that in mind as I pondered the thought of him doing some things around our house. My husband (Warren) had rather be fishing or golfing than mowing the lawn, or painting, or washing the cars. 

My thought process was working trying to determine if Shaun would be interested in doing my lawn, hummmmm, well, maybe my husband would be happy for him to do some things in order to free him to do some of the things he enjoyed. Perhaps Shaun might just like to help my hubby’s wife, hubby had not been taking care of her very well lately. I felt a warm tingle in my thighs as I thought of Shaun and him having his way with a white wife, after all, most black men want to get into a white wife’s panties as a matter of bragging rights among their brothers. I became obsessed with the idea and one day asked my husband if it would be OK for Shaun to do our yard on Saturday’s so he could have more time fishing or golfing as I knew how much he enjoyed them. (I was thinking of how I would be enjoying my Saturdays doing what I love, if it worked out). Read the rest »

I don’t know about you but what really turns me on is watching and participating in hot bisex action. The following situation occurred nearly three years ago now but I still get a raging stiff hard-on every time I think about it.

I was working in the Bracknell area at the time and I stopped off in this car park after work to go for a run. Its quite a well known trolling area and I made sure I was wearing a sexy pair of running shorts in case any interesting opportunities arose (something’s arising right now actually as I recall what happened).

I parked the car and was just catching the end of a radio program I’d been listening to when this XR3 pulled into the car park. It made a couple of circuits of the car park and then came and parked right next to me. Inside was a young blond guy of about 25 and a girl of about 20. 

They were obviously hot for it because no sooner had the car stopped than they were groping and feeling one another. This was making me really randy and my cock was uncontrollably bulging against the thin material of my shorts. Read the rest »

The wind that pushed past her was cold, and reminded her how chilly the city could actually get. It had been years since she had been back, and yet everything seemed so familiar. She stood in front of the non-descript building, in her old neighborhood, wondering how everything could change and yet somehow come full circle.

The twilight was fading quickly to black, so taking a quiet breath she went up the small steps and entered the old apartment building. She finally found her way up to his apartment, and knocked on the door.

Footsteps shuffled to the door and it slid open. He stood there, unassuming in his white t-shirt and jeans, barefoot. He looked the same as years before and she wondered how different on the inside he would be.

“Hey. Did you have trouble finding it?” he asked, giving her the same once over.

“I got a little turned around past Experimental Farm, but it was fine,” she replied, a bit shell-shocked at being so close to him.

He stepped backward into his apartment.

“Come in,” he gestured and walked into the kitchen.

She took off her long dark coat and threw it across a nearby chair. Keeping her heels on, she stepped towards the small living area and surveyed it. Although not ornately furnished, she could tell he put thought into the furniture and everything was fairly clean. There was a big picture window on the far wall, past the shadow of trees the sun was pretty much gone. She suddenly realized how small the apartment seemed. After such a long time, he was larger than life. Read the rest »

These events occurred five years ago after I had just finished building a new video website for a local pro-am porn actress and her husband. To celebrate the opening, they threw a big party and invited my wife, myself and our housemate to the affair being held at their home. 

We figured there would be some pretty wild going-ons there because she is a fairly popular actress and her movies always had several scenes with her being serviced by at least half a dozen guys. And the groups always had some well-endowed black guys. 

Now our housemate, my wife and myself had already enjoyed glorious three-way sex many times and we all had enjoyed other couples and singles at other times, but none of us had ever been to a big party of this sort. So this party was going to new experience, something different from what we had enjoyed in the past. Our host had told me that there many couples invited and several single guys would be there, too. Including some of the black porn actors from his wife’s movies!. 

So all of us were looking forward to this party. My wife was trying to decide what she was gonna wear something casual, very sexy and easy to remove! As we finally prepared to leave, my wife was obviously looking forward to the party and the expected activities. 

As we got in our van, she told the housemate and I how she really hoped she got a chance to be the center of attention at least once during the party. The housemate and looked at each other and broke into big grins. We both loved watching my wife being with other guys and I for one planned to indulge myself in that, and more, at this affair.  Read the rest »

I didn’t have to look at her face to see she was furious. She slammed the door on the way in and she stalked blindly past me, even as I reached out to greet her. I grimaced inwardly, for tonight was a special night.

The bra, panties, garter belt and thigh-high stockings were all pure white and completely transparent for her pleasure. She said it went well with my tan. My blonde hair was tied back because she liked to see my neck. The seams on my stockings were perfectly straight and my high heels were brand new, as she didn’t like slovenliness.

“How was work?” I asked in a small voice, walking quickly behind her. She wore all black, as usual. A tiny leather skirt, see-through shirt, no bra, panties so small they almost weren’t there, and only high heels and a garter belt, along with her own pair of thigh-highs. Her long mane of blue-black hair was down and in a sexy kind of disarray. That was her bartender’s uniform for the club.  I hated watching her walk out the door every night, thinking that so many other women would be looking at her like this.

“Fine,” she snapped in answer to my question. Her pace didn’t even slow as she passed the long-stemmed roses set out on the kitchen table.

“Happy anniversary, Angel,” I said in the same weak voice. She hadn’t forgotten, had she? Read the rest »

My wife and I have been married for ten years and she is very, very sexy. She is about five foot six inches tall, one hundred and twenty pounds with long naturally loose curly auburn hair with a figure and legs to die for. For the last few years, I have had this fantasy of watching another man taking my wife sexually.

I have talked about it with her, and slowly she has become more interested. She told me that she does not know if she could have sex with another man in front of me. I said that maybe she should have sex with a man without me there, in order to break the ice so to speak, so that she will feel more comfortable doing it in front of me.

I also confided in my best friend, Alex, about my fantasy. I told him that my ultimate fantasy would be to watch her fucking a man, while she does not know I am there. Alex agreed to help me make that a reality. After coming up with a plan, we picked a night and put it into action. Read the rest »