black sexy threesome

This all happened three weeks ago. We met this couple ( Ty and Jan) last year at a local hunting function. They had just moved into town and were looking to meet people. Both are attractive in looks and were in their last forties. We are not the Ken and Barbie type – but can hold our own in that department. Shelly, my wife, is 5’6, 140 and 38 DD. Jan is 5”8 – 135 – with 36 C – Ty is 6’ 2” and about 200. I’m 5’ 7” – 185. Since Ty had no place to hunt – I took him bird hunting a few times – Shelly and Jan spend time together quilting.

“See you in three weeks Sophie,” my friend Nathan called as he left and I walked in the other direction to catch the bus home, kicking myself for once again not telling him that I fancied him. And now, when I was eighteen, had finished my A-Levels and had the longest holiday ever, he was off on holiday and I had three weeks to kill before I saw him again. Of course, I’d be able to see my other friends, but it was hard living out isolated in our big house in the country.

A few years ago I was unemployed and quickly going broke. While it would have been easy to find a job, finding a good job was very difficult, far more difficult than I had expected it to be. I was the owner of a brand new college degree and I worked damn hard the previous four years to get it. I had vowed that I would not return to a junky low-paying job again except in the extreme event that I needed it as an emergency stopgap to pay for food and shelter.

Eddie got a raging hard-on just looking at her. At 5’7″, she weighed about 130 pounds, and was lucious and firm from head to toe. Her cleavage strained against the pink sun dress she was wearing and her long, blonde hair tickled her shoulders & back. She had a gorgeous smile and knock-you-dead blue eyes. He knew she was wearing thigh-high stocking with garters under that dress, because that’s what she always wore to meet him.

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Nancy Matten came awake as the red light above her door began flashing in time with a subtle beeping sound issuing from her ceiling. She sat up and yawned, stretching magnificently, before rushing over to the sink. She placed her mouth on the mouthpiece and flashed her teeth clean. Licking her lips, she sat on the bed and waited. In a moment she heard the gentle tap on her door. She stood, smoothed down her antiquated white girdle, and pulled up her black sheer stockings.

Ok so we’re not the most normal looking couple you see walk down the street. I’ll be the first to admit it and Marcus would be the second. I’m five foot nine and my husband is five foot seven. I’m as white as they come, but he is one of the blackest black men I have ever seen. I am pretty small, despite my height and what he lacks in height he makes up in girth. He works out a lot. I mean every day. He does it religiously. There isn’t a day, since I have known Marcus, which he had not woken up at some ungodly hour to head to the gym for his workout. I don’t know how he does it. I certainly couldn’t.

He’ll be home soon. I can’t wait. I’ve been missing him all day. I keep myself busy while waiting for him by cleaning the house, dusting, tinkering with things here and there. Any time now, he’ll walk through that door. I hear him pull up in his truck, his heavy boots clomping on the walk as he kicks off the dirt before coming through the door. As he opens the door, I’m standing nearby, waiting for him to come in.

“Sexy photo’s!!!” she said with a shock. “What does that mean?”

Madge Cargon sat looking down at her dead husband. The grief in her heart barely showed in her bloodshot eyes. As if in a trance she looked up at the black-clad gambler, who thrust the gun back into his holster and turned away with a satisfied smile. Madge had at first thought him handsome and dashing, in his flat black hat with the silver buckle, black coat, black pants and tall black military boots. He made a dashing figure at first glance. But the evil in his face showed when he pulled the trigger and killed her husband. Latent, pleased, evil which was quickly covered up when he observed her watching him. He shrugged and turned away, as if in apology. But Madge knew better.

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.

Amy glanced across the room and gave a little shy smile before averting her eyes from the four men who were watching her. She knew that they had taken an interest in her, and the excitement of it all caused her to take in a deep breath that pushed her large breasts tightly against the thin silky material of her blouse. Wearing no bra, Amy was well aware that her nipples were clearly visible against the harsh lights in this corner of the club. Her short flared skirt did little to hide her privates, and the seat she had chosen offered her lower body very little cover.

This is a story relating the beginning of an affair between a young Englishman and a much older widow. Apart from the names, it is true.

My eyes sprang open, I groaned and looked at the clock. It

John was in Hawaii and he was bored. He hadn’t wanted to come in the first place but his parents insisted on a family trip. The real reason they’d dragged him along, he suspected, was a fear that he’d have a few parties at the house while they were gone and his college buddies would bust the place up. OK, maybe they were right about his party plans, John thought, but he probably could have kept things under control, maybe.

“Aahhh, I could relax here all day,” Sarah said. She was on the beach of a remote Carribbean island all by herself. Her servant was inside the cabin she had on her island. Sarah knew he was asleep so she didn’t bother to call for a drink. Also since he was sleeping she knew there would be no one around to see.

My heart was still racing as I hung up the phone, his voice still in my head. I stretched out on my bed with a silly grin on my face. I know its something that will probably never happen, and maybe that’s what makes it all the more exciting. I began to play back our conversation in my head; nothing really sexual ever came up but his voice made my body tingle.

For those of you who read “Five In One” you know that my husband Brian has given me some incredible experiences with multiple men and after the last one I promised Brian that I would arrange for him to have sex with me and another woman.

Carrie Sherman stood at the sink, running cool water over a clean dishtowel. She wrung it out with slim fingers then placed the cloth under her blonde hair against her neck.

Her arse was about three stories off the floor. Simultaneously it was both tight and apple round. I looked at her feet, expecting to see high, high heels and tortured calves. Instead she wore light runners. I thought she might be planning a night of club dancing. My eyes rose back up her body. She was watching me.

Once upon a time there was a gorgeous eighteen-year-old girl, loved by everyone. By the women and girls because she was so kind and polite to everyone and never lost her temper, by the men because she was absolutely beautiful, with shoulder length dark brown hair, amazing green eyes, a fantastic petite body and large tits, and by the boys because of the above plus the fact that she was very friendly to the point of being fairly easy. But most of all she was loved by her Grandmother, who had a much better idea of what made her happy than her parents, and was the one person the girl could really trust. Once she gave her a little cap of red velvet, which suited her so well that she always wore it. So she was called ‘Little Red-Cap’.

Doctor Bob and Nurse Sally were returning a favour to their favourite nephew Joe. He’s always wanted to watch his fiancée Dianne in a compromising situation where she had no control over her sexual reactions, but one, which she would also enjoy… Read on…

The next day we worked the convention all day as I let some other have the day off. I got to the cabin later that evening MrA was in the living room and Mrs A had gone to bed she was not feeling very while. He had cooked dinner so I grabbed some dinner and headed up to my loft. I heard him go into his room so I figured I would hit the hot tub. I went down and it was a great night, 1/4 moon and lots of stars. I was in a zone when I heard Mr A walking towards the tub. He came up and asked if he could join me and I said yes. We talked about this company and his grandkids, and I was thinking I just fucked Grandpa….lol.

As I looked at her sitting there in the white wicker chair, I was reminded, I think, a little of my aunt. Or was it my friend’s niece? Oh, who cares, it’s not terribly important. What was important was, she was the one who knew where it was. The thing that I lost. She was silent for a long time.

It’s a warm summer’s day and Poppy is out walking in the park wearing a vest and a short skirt.