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By HotwifeHusband
The three of us started our drive to Mexico with great anticipation of seeing Tijuana and sightseeing in San Diego and the Hollywood/LA area. The first day of driving ended on the Mexican border in a town called San Ysidro, just across from Tijuana. Sue looked up at me and eagerly asked, "Whose bed am I in tonight?" I couldn't help but say, "Dan's...as long as you're still ok with everything?" She replied that she didn't want to be asked if she was ok with something every time "something" was taking place as it took away from the experience. And with that she said, "It's been a long drive. I need to take a shower before I go to bed and suggest you both do the same." She then went into the shower.
I told Dan that he should set the tone for the week and begin it by joining Sue in the shower...but I wanted him to leave the door open so I could look in. He was happy to oblige.
I looked in on them a couple of times and enjoyed watching them together. I saw Sue through the glass shower door, naked as naked gets, and she was smiling up at his face while gently soaping up her hands as she wrapped them both around his now erect cock and gently caressed his rod and balls. Dan told her he wanted to fuck her in the shower and she said he could another day but for tonight she wanted them to enjoy each other in the comfort of their bed.
I was lying back on my bed as they came out of the shower, both of them with towels wrapped around themselves. Dan put underwear on and Sue quickly told him not to bother and to just get under the covers naked. I headed to the shower. When I came out of the shower I walked into the room and saw the beautiful sight of Sue's pussy being thoroughly licked and sucked on by Dan's tongue and mouth. For some reason the fact she still had on a shear yellow teddy on that wasn't tied at the front was also a turn-on. Her tits were easily seen and occasionally her erect nipples would pop out from the side.
I got into the other queen-size bed and said, "Have fun, I'm going to sleep." That turned out to be more difficult than I anticipated as I caught myself watching them as Sue straddled on Dan as his cock started the process of taking over ownership of my girlfriends cunt. A cunt that was making it obvious that she was into this 100%. I watched as Dan took control of her entire body, touching every inch of it, and telling her how good her body felt to his hands and body.
Dan's fucking motion took on a different pace and Sue told him to stop. He looked at her with a confused face and asked, "Is everything ok?" Sue gave the reminder that she didn't want to be asked that question again and was committed to the week.
Instead she slowly raised herself off his cock which now had a shine to it from her pussy juice and told him to close his eyes until she said to open them. Dan did as he was told and she very slowly lowered herself back on his shaft and told him to concentrate on her motions as she wanted to make sure he knew what the inside of her pussy felt like.
She slowly rode up and down a few times before Dan said he didn't think he could hold it much longer. She then told Dan to open her eyes and to listen to what she had to say. As Dan opened his eyes Sue looked at me and asked if this was something I 100% wanted to happen?
I already had pre-cum dripping from my cock and was hard as a rock and said, "I love you enough that if you are enjoying this you can do this every night this week."
She replied to me, "Be careful what you wish for." With that she looked at Dan and said, "I belong to you, Dan. I want this as much as you do and starting right now I am yours for the rest of the week. In fact, as of right now, I will be sleeping with you, in your bed, every night." She then looked at me and said, "Don't worry, you'll still get yours."
She returned her focus to Dan as he started fucking her hard again and she let out "I"m cumming" as she then collapsed with her tits now firmly resting on his chest. She raised herself back up on him and told him, "Give it to me. I don't want you to stop until you are finishing cumming inside of me." As Dan was moaning into his final grunts all I heard was Sue telling him, "You know I want to be yours all week. You own me all week. Take me, take all of me."
This went on every day. Even during the day sightseeing she'd be holding my hand sometime and other times she'd be holding Dan's as we walked Tijuana, visited San Diego, and hit the tourist sights of Hollywood.
Our last night in Los Angeles, Dan was talking about the week exceeding even his fantasies, but there was one thing he thought of that he'd like to do if Sue would be ok with it. I had enjoyed the week so much that I immediately said, "Sure!" We all laughed, but Sue said she wanted to know what it was before she agreed to anything because she couldn't think of anything they hadn't done.
Dan said he'd love it if when we got up in the morning to shower before our drive back to school, that he'd love to shave her pussy because he thought that would be pretty erotic. It caught Sue and I off-guard a little bit as we had never even thought about that. I had told Sue how much it turned me on hearing her say things to Dan like how bad she wanted him inside of her, and how he did such a great job fucking her, and how she wanted him to know exactly how she looked naked and she wanted him to know how her entire body felt. So I truly believe she was intentionally turning me on when she responded, "I've never shaved there before, and I like the idea of ending our week with you being the first one to shave me in such an intimate way." I responded with only if I get to watch.
So the next morning the two of them were about to go into the shower when Dan said he was ready. As Sue and I walked into the bathroom he picked her up and put her on the towel he had laid out on the counter by the sink. He ran some warm water and gently soaped up all around her cunt and carefully started to shave her mound. He took his time as he gently would spread her pussy lips being careful not to nick anything.
When he was done, he took one hand and spread her pussy, exposing her clit for both of us to see, and suggested that we both feel how smooth she now felt. It was great as you can imagine.
Sue then said it was time to get in the shower and that she felt since Dan had done all the work, that he should be the first one ever to fuck her shaved pussy. It was a fact that would later become a fairly constant comment over the following years. It was now time to head back to college.
Part 4 of Sue's hotwife story...
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By TeamCalgary
Hello all.
We have been engaged in the LS since Sept 2019 and have noticed a pattern in our activity; curious whether this mirrors that of many of you.
When we first began, we meet folks usually online, and occasionally in a social setting. Initially, our goal to gain a face to face meeting with the potential couple; a coffee, a drink, whatever. Looking back on it, we likely met with too many couples who were not good fits.
Now, our goal is to ascertain the "fit" earlier in the process, so that we meet fewer couples, but the ones that we do meet are, in theory at least, ideally better fits for us.
Peeling back the onion on this, it appears that we have gotten better at asking some of the dealbreaker questions upfront
(condom use, drug use, PnP, same room, play together, etc) that would help to stratify best fit earlier in the process, long before we ever potentially meet.
Red flags are also coming into play as we are now more aware of what some of these things are and how they influence what works for us, and what doesn't.
For those of you who have extensive experience in the LS, we would welcome your comments in terms of how you ascertain "fit". Is it a process or a particular step; certain questions upfront, etc?
Many thanks.
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By AdamGunn2
It was a fairly typical night at D.J.s Island, an early autumn evening. Mary and I hadn’t set anything up in advance, we’d decided to go almost at the last moment. From the second we entered the door our radar was beaming across the club, searching for a couple that might be searching for what we were also interested in - an enjoyable tryst.
Mary took a few minutes to change into what she called a ‘trolling outfit.’ As I remember, that night it was a black babydoll with a loose bodice, thong, low heels. Many men admired her legs as I checked the forty or so women, many as scantily clad as my wife. None of our regular playmates seemed to be in attendance that evening, but we had our customs, we weren’t concerned. Perhaps an hour and a half later, I sat at a table next to the dance floor, Mary was on her feet, on the parquet, moving her body, seeing if anyone would move in. A slow sequence of men approached her, danced with her. Some would take liberties such as moving their hands under her garment, feeling the small of her back, perhaps place their palm on the roundness of her ass.
I’d seen this many times before, I waited for one of two reactions.
The first was that she’d spin away from the man; it signified she wasn’t interested in what he had to offer.
The second was that she’d get closer, I’d watch her whisper in his ear. I knew the question, “Where’s your wife?” Some of them would shake their heads, they were attending as one of the few single men the club allowed, and when they received Mary’s response, they’d move away - that’s not what we were looking for at the moment.
But the man might indicate where his wife was dancing a few feet away. When this kind of thing happened, Mary would glance to me and give our special signal - she’d put one hand on the back of her head, one on her stomach. When I got the cue, I’d come out, we’d dance as a foursome.
As I approached, a man grasped the elbow of a tall attractive lady who was more modestly dressed, at least for the club. There was no conversation on the dance floor, the heavy volume of music and the thumping of the bass wouldn’t allow for speech. But I could tell the woman was interested in me, the four of us paired off and I often found myself facing this vixen. It was obvious they were as interested in us as I was in them, I could tell by the way Mary was rubbing against the man that she felt the same.
After a couple of songs, Mary led the way off the floor, holding his hand, leading us off into a corner away from the speakers. As we sat, the man said, “I’m Ed, this is my wife, Marilyn.”
Marilyn and I softly shook hands, I believe she raised the hem of her skirt to give me a view of her upper thighs. Ed had no problem seeing Mary’s legs, or where they met - she was sitting so that the babydoll was gathered to her side, leaning forward so her globes were exposed to his view.
“Do you come here often?” Ed asked.
“Every few weeks,” I responded, “you?”
“This is our first time here.” Mary gave him a look that asked for further info. “We’re just starting this,” he admitted.
Marilyn picked it up. “We’ve only had one time with a couple of friends. We liked it, heard about this place, decided to see if we could get into more trouble.”
“Trouble’s our middle name,” I joked.
Our conversation continued, where do you live, what movies have you seen lately, etc. It was a screen, of course, we were all calculating if the four of us would be pleasurable bedmates. I paid my attention to Marilyn, my wife had told me numerous times not to worry about her, she can take care of herself. My hand found Marilyn’s knee, she smiled at me, encouraged me to reach a tad higher. We bent towards each other, our mouths met.
Marilyn opened her lips to me, the kiss was ardent, her mouth moist. She licked at my upper lip, her hand fondled the back of my neck. Our tongues clashed, promising cupidity, mimicking what I presumed our bodies might be doing in a few scant moments.
We broke for a moment, Marilyn invited, “Would you guys want to go to one of the rooms?”
I, of course, was all for it, but then I heard Mary. “Uh, not right now. But thanks.”
We’ve always had the guideline that if one person doesn’t want to do something, she speaks for both of us. Regretfully, I pecked at Marilyn’s lips a last time, we stood, went separate ways.
“You’re not upset, are you?” Mary asked me.
“Of course not, not at all. You’re not in the mood?”
“Oh, I’m in the mood all right, just not with Ed.”
“Something wrong with him?” I asked.
“I tried to get him interested,” Mary revealed, “but his kiss was a little cold, indifferent. I put my hand on his leg, he was too busy watching you and Marilyn, he never responded. My guess is that if we went into a room, he’d be watching you two, I’m not even sure he’d get hard for me.” It was a reasonable thought, it had happened to us a couple times before. “Hope you don’t mind, bet she’d have been a firecracker.”
“Maybe. But you’re a firecracker too.”
We headed back to the dance floor, in search of another couple.
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By SW_PA_Couple
At a recent party, witnessed and even participated in lots of copulation in a swimming pool. Now I'm wondering. What might the probable or potential consequences of sex in the pool be? Can viable spermatozoa "swim" in pool water? Are pool chemicals harmful to a woman when that are "pushed" up a vaginal canal? One woman, on her way to an orgasm, definitely released pee into the pool. Geezy Pete! Might all of the activity clog the pool's filter?
~Michael, The Curious
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By Miss Sunshine
i may be considered a snob but I like to see and lick a pussy that doesn't have too much hanging labia (gets in the way). I like a bigger clit, one you can suck on, mmmmm. I had an experience with another lady once that when she was aroused, her clit swelled to the point it looked like a very small cock, we rubbed pussies together and I could actually feel some penetration, it was very nice to suck.
Cocks, I need them circumsized, sorry. size doesn't matter but once in awhile I love to run into a huge one.
Don't get me wrong, I have had different shapes and sizes, cut and uncut, I am just saying what my preference is.
Cleanliness, there have been a few people who haven't been clean and it was not nice and I left them standing.
What about you all?
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