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Samantha always turned me on with her sandy blond hair and curvy thighs. It amazed me that her husband John couldn’t see the beauty in her green eyes that only enhanced her angelic face. Sure she was short and had a little meat on the bones, but it was just enough to let you know she could handle whatever he could dish out!

I hate baking in the summertime. Maybe that’s why I overslept. Even though I knew it was going to be like ninety plus degrees, I’d promised to help Ashley do her bake sale stuff. I’d wanted to do a Cheerleader car Wash but got outvoted. A bake sale in freaking August, talk about your cruel and unusual punishment!

I guess I’ll be straight and to the point. My wife, April, is a total nymphomaniac. She has a constant craving for new and different cock, and she wants to get down on every one that is available for her and do her best to use it in every hole she has time to get it in. She loves as many different hard cocks as she can try, and her want and need for them has not diminished a bit in the nearly 30 years that we have been married.

I landed myself a woman that most regular guys would run screaming from. Her name is Clarissa and she is one whopper of a big woman, just the way I like them! Fat and all that! Mmmm dayum!

The afternoon was humid and hot. The sizzling sidewalks were a perfect match for Stephanie’s rage. Last night her boyfriend Paul had broken their Friday night date, claiming he had to work late. At 3AM a friend called to say she’d spotted Paul at a club with Krys, a redhead that Stephanie had gone to school with. After receiving the news Stephanie cried on and off for hours but slowly a transformation took place. Her betrayal built from self-pity to anger and from anger to rage.

It was a friday afternoon, and I was just off work. I sat in front of my computer and considered. Tonight was the night. I had put an ad in a website that specialized in setting up sex parties. I wanted to understand true subjugation by men, to be completely dominated and used, objectified and given no choice in the matter. I needed to be brought down to the lowest level for me to understand my humanity, for me to feel the entire sensualness of the experience. I had advertised from a couple of weeks before, and had some responses which included pictures. I wasn’t all that particular about whether these guys were good looking or not, that didn’t really matter to me, though of course there were some limits.

I am fortunate. I have a great house, a high paying job and a sexy woman who loves me. My lover is absolutely to die for. She’s five foot eight; 145 pounds and a fiery redhead, not to mention stacked and has all the curves in the right places. She stays at home and operates her websites. They range from free sites to a cam site, featuring her of course.

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With all the sexual tension out of the room I told the guys to sit down at the dinner table and went into the kitchen where I got the “eatable” appetizer. As I went around the table and served each of them they all one by one stuck a hand up my skirt and caressed my ass. After the appetizer I went into the kitchen and plated the main course, and again as I served each of them they all again either caressed my ass or my slightly swollen pussy. One of them actually caressed my tits as I was serving him, he was the first one to touch my tits and it send a jolt through my body when he lightly squeezed my nipples (I have very sensitive nipples).

I came home from work one Friday to find my wife on the couch in a new negligee, fingering her pussy. I couldn’t have asked for a better welcome. My wife is pretty wild, so you never knew what she has in mind. She told me to come stand in front of her, and I did. She told me to take off my shirt, which I did. Then she told me to take off my pants. She seemed pleased to see my well hung cock standing straight up. She told me to take off my underwear and socks, so I did. As I started to walk toward her she said “stay there.” “Stroke your cock,” she said, so I began to stroke it and, as I did, she slid the negligee down to reveal her tits and hard nipples. She continued to finger her pussy, I could hear that it was very wet. She spread her pussy lips for me and began pinching her nipples.

Born in a small town, where everyone was almost related, Saturday night was for getting high, getting drunk and getting horny. I always had a hard-on and the girls got passed around depending on how drunk you could get them. The female to male ratio was well on their side so we had plenty to choose from. They were all sluts and it wasn’t hard to get your end in after the pubs closed and everybody was ready to party harder.

I showed up at the sex toy/sex wear party my friend was hosting just as things got rolling. I didn’t expect much, to be honest, in fact the whole idea struck me as kind of lame – a bunch of women sitting around drinking wine, eating hors d’oeuvres, and giggling hysterically at the sight of ribbed dildos and leather panties. The only reason I went was that my friend had said that the company sales rep was bringing along a hot-looking girl to model some of the sexy outfits – and that, I wanted to see.

The house was on an isolated back road about 2 hours from the city. When we arrived, the only light that glowed was the one above the front door and I felt nervous and exhilarated as we climbed the stairs. My escort knocked and we waited in the feeble illumination for someone to admit us. As the door opened I was stricken with a sharp jabbing fear but it quickly passed as the man who had answered our knock smiled pleasantly and reached out for my hand and kissed it.

Hi there here is Ellen again, some of you may wonder where my stories come from but I can assure you that they’re all my own experiences. I have the incredible luck to be in a phenomenal marriage with the greatest and most open-minded husband in the world. He loves to show me off, to share me, to do things outside my comfort-zone and to role-play.

He came to the door with a broad smile, a bouquet of flowers and a bottle of wine. He was wearing his favorite button up shirt and somewhat faded jeans. He was a stunning man, not built like Sylvester Stalone, but his body was toned. His hair was soft, dark brown, and curly. His deep blue eyes sparkled in the light, like stars in the night sky.

I walked into my room one day, I didn’t expect to not be alone. The first thing I see is her laying on my bed naked. Giving me that I want to fuck you right now look. Of course I am taken aback at first. I forget that she knows where the key is, but she hid her car and everything. Before I can even say anything, she is up on her feet, gracefully but threateningly walking towards me. Biting those pretty red lips and lookin at me with those green eyes. She grabbed ahold of me and ripped my button down right off of me. All the buttons popped off making that “pop, pop” noise. Yanks my hat off my head, and throws me against my bedroom door. It slammed shut with my weight being forced upon it. Inside I am not real sure what to do, so I just went with it. I was excited. I had never expected this side to come out of her. Immediately she was kissing me, runnin her nails down both sides of my rib cage. She was biting along my jaw line, and not very gently at that. I could already feel the welts coming up where her teeth had been.

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My name is Roger. I’m 43 and I am comfortably married, not happily married mind you but comfortably. I like my wife. I guess I love her, but I love her like I love my sister. No, that’s not true. When my sister hit puberty and suddenly grew big tits I was obsessed with them. But now that my sister is older, fat, and married that doesn’t happen anymore. Anyway my wife takes care of the house well and my children are being raised well so why fuck with it when I can fuck around. I sell pharmaceuticals and I make frequent overnight business trips which gets me away from my wife and with a good excuse. My job is to get doctors to start prescribing drugs and anything I can do to make a doctor like me I will. Anything. As a result I have an account with most of the escort services in the towns I visit.

Spike slammed his locker shut, somehow more furious than exhausted. Fucking asshole!

My name is Ellen and my husband Brian describes me as a very pretty MILF with curly shoulder-length red hair; I am in my early fifties; 5’4”, 120lb, with 34C/D nice firm natural breasts with sensitive pinkish-brown nipples, a nice round silky smooth ass and a tight shaved pussy.

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I looked up from the massive print-out I was trying to decipher when someone knocked on my office door. It was Alyson. She was one of the two auditors still left behind to tie up some loose ends. “Another question?” I asked.

Renee put down the TV remote, and looked at her college roommate, Leah. Leah, a tall, black-haired lady with a lean, nicely toned body, shook her head and shrugged.

My high school graduation was a time of firsts. For my school, it was the first time every graduating student was over the age of 18. For my best friend, Cyndi, it was the first time she had the courage to prove her stepfather wrong about something and actually graduate. For me, it was the first time I had sex with a boy. And the first time I had sex with a girl. And the first time I had sex with more than one person at once – and…well you get the idea!