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Away enough from town not to be distributed but close enough to walk to the pub. We had been for a few drinks and had started to head back, feeling sexy and ready for the hot tub. Having already been there for one night we knew the road wasn't busy and very dark. We also knew there was a cut out in a hedge, and had a pretty good idea where is was even in the dark, so why wait to get home. We found what we were looking for and walking through lit by our phone lights were excited to find a bench in a field, dimly lit by the moon. We sat down and started to kiss, we knew what we both wanted and didn't waste time. Hubby unzipped the back of my dress pulling it down and I removed my bra and hubby dropped his pants to his knees and we started heavy petting, he felt and sucked my tits while I played with his cock. I lifted my arse off the seat and hubby pulled down my panties and begin to finger me to my first cum. It's at this point we became aware that we may have someone watching us. We whispered plans of do we leave or carry on? We decided if there is someone there then they have pretty much seen everything they can so let's carry on. Hubby knelt between my legs and I inched forward and lifted my dress up so if we were being watched they had a good view. Hubby fingered and licked me to another orgasm and we heard the sound of movement in the dark. Hubby stood up and I took his cock in my mouth, sucking hungrily and wrapping my tongue around his fat head. He pulled me up, turned me around, and I knelt on the bench leaning over the back. Hubby lifted my dress exposing my arse and open pussy to our possible watcher. Hubby took his place behind me and pushed in deep before picking up the pace, fucking me hard. We cum together, hubby pulling out and spraying my arse as I gush over his balls. It's at that point the realization of what we were doing hit. I stood, pulled my dress top up as hubby fixed his pants and zipped me up, and we found our way out of the field to head home. It wasn't until we got home and sat in the hot tub we realized I had left my bra and panties (nice ones as well) on the bench. We headed back the next morning to pick them up. The bra was there but the panties were gone. So we can only assume that we were watched and now whoever it was now owns a pair of my worn panties.

Bad Boy by Adam Gunn Reggie was a bad boy. I knew it when he sent me that sex on the beach in the bar, I knew it when he groped me for the first time in the hallway by the men’s room, I knew it when I left with him. My girlfriends were astounded, they never thought I’d do anything like that. I was a year out of my marriage, hadn’t dated in all that time, refused any and all lines that were tossed my way. The sex that night was fantastic! We went to his place, and he knew his way around my body as if he’d had it marked on his cell phone’s GPS. I came, and came again, and again! He didn’t do anything fantastic (that first night!) just oral and then a couple of different positions. But there was something about the way he grabbed at my tit, or stuck a finger in, that really, really!, turned me on. After we were done, a couple of hours of it, he drove me back to my car, I remember thinking that it had probably been a one-night stand, that I’d never hear from him again. And even though my lady bits throbbed the next day, I wasn’t that disappointed. It was just the spur of the moment, I figured. Then I got the text. Very casual, ‘How ru doing - had a great time do it again” I had to stifle myself before I texted back, a couple of very long hours later, ‘sure’. He picked me up the next Friday night, took me to a restaurant, wine and seafood, witty conversation. A couple of times he was on the edge, the topics just a bit racy, a touch indelicate. But I had no qualms about inviting him up to my place, no worries about leading him to my bedroom. Again, the sex was simply amazing, he encouraged me to try a couple of new things. Well, at least they were new for me. We kept dating, once or four times a week. One night when I was having drinks with my girlfriends he just showed up. They thought he was sharp, but crude. I didn’t care, he had a beautiful prick! But, of course, they couldn’t see that, except when I’d show up at brunch with a big smile on my face. The months went by, bit by bit he dragged me in. The first time that he touched my rectum while he was down there I flinched, but I didn’t tell him to stop - the way he rubbed it just felt so good. A week later, when he put his finger in it, I moaned. And then, the very next night, when he coaxed me onto my knees and dribbled lube onto my second hole, I couldn’t tell him I’d been waiting for that moment. And when he forced it into my backside, I screamed - half in pain, half in some of the greatest pleasure I’d ever had. I still knew he was a bad boy. Sometimes I’d try to see him on a Friday or Saturday night, he couldn’t make it. Once I found a g-string peeking out from under his bedframe, and simply wondered if she screwed as well as I did. I wasn’t in love with Reggie, I was never in love with him. He didn’t mind, he had other places to go on Thanksgiving. I was open to other dates, if Reggie had his, I wasn’t going to be a wall flower when he was out spreading his pollen. I knew I wasn’t ready to settle down again, not yet, but a girl needs to keep her options. On successive Saturday nights I went out with Tommy, then Mike, then George. Nothing happened with Tommy and Mike, they just weren’t my style, but George was fine. On our third date, I invited him up to my place, after I lit a couple candles he got the idea. After we got naked, in my bed I sucked on him. He seemed no different from Reggie, except where Reggie was very animated in the sack George seemed listless. He kissed my labia, couldn’t seem to find my button, I faked excitement. I let him up on top of me, and without much ado there he was, fully buried. He just wanted to thrust, in and out, I tried to raise myself, change the placement of our legs, but it didn’t do much good. Perhaps five minutes after he started I felt him come. I let him cuddle a little bit, thinking the second time around would be better, but he talked about having to work in the morning, (on a Sunday?) and then he had his clothes on and was out the door. I was prepared to duck his calls for another date, was spared when he never phoned me again. Reggie brought a camera into the bedroom. Actually it started when he took pictures with his phone of me in the shower, I found I liked the way my body looked, although my teats are too small and my hips too broad, somehow it made a pleasing picture. I let him coax me the next night, I stripped for the camera, let him continue clicking as he made love to me - I never realized my face contorted that much as I orgasmed. Of course that was followed by the installation of a webcam in my bedroom. I let Reggie record one of our sessions, he promised me he’d never let anyone see it without my permission. I thrilled to see my body being used on my television screen, it was more erotic than the anonymous porn we’d been watching. And then, during our phone sex sessions, I roused when the amber light on the webcam began blinking, and I knew Reggie was watching me bring myself off. Of course, I was always careful to pull the plug on the damn thing when I didn’t want it to be used. The next frontier for me was broken the night Reggie took me to a jazz club - it would have been smoky back in the old days - and in the back of a hall, where they stored chairs, he placed me on top of a table, ripped my panties off, and took me, there and then. I was facing out, as he screwed me I saw a couple of guys come out of the toilet, look down and try to make out what we were doing, as if they didn’t know. And when I realized I was being watched as I was having sex, I had the most delicious orgasm. Yes, I know, I was turning into a pervert. When Reggie found out I was into being watched, he set up other opportunities to have public sex. A picnic table in a park. The car in the mall parking lot. He got a hotel room downtown, the fourth floor on the street, and he pushed me against the window with the street light beating in on us. I caught a guy looking at us from across the street as I braced my hands on the windowsill and Reggie pounded me from behind. I shook my naked breasts at the guy, liked it when he rubbed his dick through his pants. We tried other things. Reggie took me to an adult shop, bought me three vibrators, then tried one of them out on me in the car. Reggie tied me up one night, cut my bra and panties off, then had me any way he wanted. I found that to be okay, but I trusted him completely and thus couldn’t relish the sense of danger that, I assume, is the point of bondage. He loved to watch me masturbate, I loved doing it for him. He bought me a sexy nurse costume, it turned out that I wasn’t into role play. That was okay, he was simply trying to find out what my limits were, it didn’t make our top ten list. Chocolate drizzled over our bodies, a strawberry tucked inside me, of course! Blindfolds (for both of us,) ice, candle wax, I liked it, so did he. A Christmas present were three books of erotica, he suggested I come up with new ideas from them. We went to a strip club, I got off on watching the men watching the women. Reggie asked me if I wanted to come back on amateur night, be the one that was taking my clothes off. I thought about it, I’d love to see a gorgeous hunk devour me with his eyes, but there were too many fat old guys and perverts there, so I decided no. Does it seem that all Reggie and I did was have sex? That’s not far from the truth. Although we sometimes dined together, both in public and private, hot sex was our number one project. I never suggested going to the theater or an art gallery, not with him, a romantic weekend in a bed & breakfast wasn’t our style. One night we were engaged in rather tame foreplay, at least for us, just after the six month anniversary of our first fuck, and Reggie asked, “What would you think about a threesome?” “I don’t think I’d be wild about it. I’ve never been attracted to women. But if you want me to try it, I will.” He laughed. “Well, thanks, maybe, but I was actually thinking about another guy for you.” Now this was an idea, but caution caused me to reject it. “No, one guy at a time is enough for me, I think.” Anticipating his next idea, I added, “I don’t think I’d want to try an orgy, or anything like that, either.” As always, Reggie went with the flow, just said, “Okay,” and made a pretzel out of me. Reggie let a couple weeks go by, then told me to dress as sexy as possible one night. “Wear something you’d be comfortable in if we were going to have sex, but then put a coat or something over it. The people we bump into shouldn’t realize that we’re going to screw until you take it off.” So we were going someplace where we would have public sex. Was I a little uncomfortable with the thought? Of course, every time Reggie tried something new with me, I’d get those butterflies. But Reggie had never put me in a position where I’d been tremendously disquieted, had always listened the times I said No, never lied to me. Even though I was uneasy about it, I decided to find out what it was all about, I could always walk away if I didn’t like it. I had a black fishnet tanktop with panties, and matched the outfit with a leather miniskirt. Reggie picked me up at 8:15, after a forty minute drive we found our way into an old mall, parked in front of what appeared to be an abandoned department store. The windows were blacked out, there was another couple entering a small, makeshift foyer with us. The receptionist was seated beneath a sign that said ‘Club Illicit,’ we were admitted. It was a sex club! I’d never been in such a place, but suddenly I couldn’t wait to discover it’s mysteries. I gave up my jacket easily, found I wasn’t the skimpiest dressed broad in the place by a long shot. Some people knew Reggie - I assumed a few of the girls were well acquainted with him, it didn’t faze me - we dropped into conversations. The talk wasn’t much different from a cocktail party, yet there was this undercurrent around us, one that reeked of eroticism. Reggie showed me around the place, a large dance floor and restaurant (“We never want to come here for the food,” Reggie complained, “unless you want badly fried fish.”) There was a small swimming pool, the few people that were in it were naked, the water temperature was warm enough to lounge. On each side of long hallways were private rooms, some small with just a queen sized bed, others with two or three beds or a couch, perhaps a trapeze, maybe a window that voyeurs could watch through. Only a couple of the rooms had closed doors, it was early yet, not even ten o’clock, I wondered what time things would really get going. And then we happened upon an amphitheater, in the middle at the lowest level were five or six mattresses, three tiers of chairs and couches rose around the center. I knew the purpose immediately! In my mind I saw a dozen or more naked bodies cavorting, I wanted to be a witness in the stands. Did I want to be among the bodies? I wasn’t sure, but I didn’t have to make up my mind just yet. We rejoined the crowd in the dance room, Reggie and I began bumping and grinding. I noticed that some of the women were dancing erotically with each other, some were topless. If there was groping between partners, watching them energized me. Reggie and I switched with another couple, the man put his hand on my waist, it didn’t feel like just another dance; I saw Reggie cup the girls ass, I couldn’t bother to be jealous. We fell into a conversation at a table with a very attractive couple wearing wedding rings, the topic was sex. I found they’d been in the ‘LifeStyle’ for two years, were ‘full-swap’ although they didn’t mind ‘soft-swap,’ the woman had started to explore her ‘bi-side.’ The guy felt my leg above the knee, south of the promised land. And then, the invitation. “Would you guys like to go into a room with us?” I knew what he meant, if we did Reggie would make love to the woman, I’d let the guy take me. He was kind of attractive, I admit I was tempted, just a little. But, as curious as I was, I was still cautious. I just wasn’t sure that I was up for that scene. Maybe, I decided, the next time we were here, just not tonight, not yet. “No, I don’t think so,” I answered, without giving Reggie a chance to put his two cents in. “But thanks, maybe another time,” I added insincerely. The other couple left us in hunt for other game, it was evident that they wanted to swap badly. I didn’t mind their offer, in fact, I enjoyed the idea that I turned him on enough that he wanted to possess me. Yes, another time, quite possibly. But I still wasn’t sure that I wanted to ‘swap’ with Reggie as my partner. Confused? Perhaps. But my mind was reeling, things were happening fast without any time to take it in. Since I hadn’t known what was going to happen when we got here, I hadn’t had time to consider all my options, I knew I needed to sort it out. Reggie and I took a walk, through a window we watched a woman older than I entertain two men. The lighting was dim, the triplet was almost silhouetted, yet the acts they engaged in enticed us, as the almost-eroticism of a James Bond opening will. I watched as the women took both men, one in her vagina, the other in her mouth; the men traded positions, I wished I could hear the sounds of their fucking through the window. Maybe, after this group was finished, Reggie and I could take the room over, I thought I’d like it if strangers could watch me screwing. In another room two women cavorted, satisfying each other, while their men sat to the side, both naked, simply watching them. I wondered what the touch, the kiss of a woman would feel like, put it on my to-do list. A peek in the swimming pool, men sat on the sides, both having their pricks sucked by women standing in the pool. For a second, I wondered if they were married and had swapped, then I didn’t care. They were having fun, that’s what sex is all about. We moseyed to the dance floor, perhaps twenty-five people cavorted, many more women than men. A song was playing that I simply love, the bass high, the rhythm besieged me. Reggie and I danced, I leaned into him, he petted me. Another man joined us, he was pleasing to my eye, we formed a troika, I whirled from one man to the next. As one song merged into another, Reggie winked at me, left the dance floor. I could have left with him, instead stayed with the newcomer. As the music lifted us we twirled, and suddenly I found myself in his arms, my back to his chest. He pulled my hips to his, I could feel his stiffness against my ass, I wriggled against it. He enticed me to lean back, I placed my hand around his neck, felt his fingers on my breast, pinching my nipple. Instead of pulling away, I turned my head around, our lips met. From the sidelines, Reggie spied on me, I wanted to give my man a show. I continued to dance with this new guy, sometimes apart, often together. If he felt my ass, I let him, if we kissed, I didn’t mind. It was only when I felt his finger slip into the front of my skirt and contact my mons that I halted. Walking to my lover, I flowed into his arms and kissed him. “Excited?” I asked. “I am,” he allowed, “you are too.” “Hot as a firecracker! What’s next?” I expected to be led into a room, thought Reggie would fuck me then. I was wrong. Reggie led me down the halls to the coliseum, we sat on the top tier, he dragged me to his lap. A couple of men sitting by themselves or with their dates leered at me, their looks inflamed me. On the mattresses below us three women were screwing. One couple was in missionary, the other two women were involved with several men each in various forms of foreplay or fucking. As we watched the action, Reggie played with me, sucking a breast, sticking a hand underneath my skirt, playing with my clit. As I watched the play, my nipples crinkled, I had my first orgasm of the night, puny, a harbinger of explosions still to come. One of the men seemed done with the naked lady he was with, left her. I watched her catch the eye of a another man, wink at him. He undressed as he approached her, with little preparation she laid back, spread, and he pushed into her. “Shall we join them?” Reggie asked. I was blazing, didn’t have to - didn’t want to - think what I was doing. “Yes!” As a prelude, I let Reggie undress me on our perch, down to my panties that I wanted left on for some unexplained reason, and then Reggie was taking his clothes off completely and leading me to the altar. We found an open bed, he stood beside me as I sat, I took his most excellent cock inside my mouth. As I played with him, I searched the stands, seeing if we were being watched. There were, perhaps, two dozen observers, men outnumbered women three to one - this was what they were doing as their wives danced! And I saw lust in their face, I felt some of it was for me. Then my panties were off, Reggie sucked my clit, the first really great orgasm of the night hit me, all shivers and colors. And again the miracle hit. And again, I couldn’t tell you how many there were. In my lucid moments, I could see the audience gazing at my body, my movements. That was the icing on the cake, the enhancement I relished. I got up a little shakily, pushed Reggie onto his back, rose above him. Around me I heard three women and more men in various groans, moans, harsh breathing and screams. I grabbed Reggie’s prick and slid down on it. I screwed him. Yes, I came again, but a piece of my brain kept track of the movements around me, the sights, the sounds, especially the syrupy smell of sweat and sex. As I moved I knew the circle behind me was able to see Reggie’s penis slide in and out of me. I didn’t care. No, that’s not true, I wanted them to see the lewd show, wished them happiness as they watched me. I wondered just what it was that they were seeing, I would have loved to be able to be outside myself, watch myself as Reggie and I fucked. We shifted, I sat on his lap as he dangled his legs to the floor. I caught the eye of one man, he was dressed except that his fly was open, his penis exposed and his hand surrounding it. I winked at him, he misunderstood. He came to us, kissed me, fondled my left breast. I kissed him back, didn’t mind, took the penis in my hand, jerked. “Can I join you?” he asked. I looked back to Reggie, surely he’d heard, and he answered my silent petition. “Whatever you want.” Had this intruder smelt good, I would have let him, Reggie would have moved over, I’d have a second lover. But I sniffed perspiration, the hair of his beard reminded me of rancid bread, I answered, “I don’t think so, no.” I turned away from him, dismounted, played and kissed my primary lover. The interloper left, I didn’t see him again that evening. I played with Reggie, again his member was in my mouth, and then I laid on my back, waited for insertion. Reggie was slow in his thrusts, I appreciated his lovemaking, but - at least temporarily - I was sated, the best of my brain digested the ten or twelve naked bodies around me, each engaged in the same sport. The woman beside me was a heavy blond, fifteen years older than I, messed hair, rings, bracelets, necklace, nipple piercing, and yet enticing. Her fellow waved to someone I couldn’t see, and suddenly another man appeared. This was a Dionysus . I watched him strip, his chest plate was rock solid, his abs rippled. The muscles of his arms darted. And as I watched him slide his boxers off, I saw the prick! Longer and thicker than any I’d witnessed that night - and perhaps I’d seen fifteen already - it was beautifully angry, a shade of amaranth, circumcised. I desired it. Had the man turned to me, I have no doubt I’d have abandoned Reggie immediately. Yet he stayed with the blond, penetrating her, together they fucked. As he used his amazing legs to propel himself into her, every once in awhile he’d turn to me and we’d lock gazes. A strange feeling it was, he was screwing her, Reggie was fucking me, and yet Dionysus and I were making love to each other. I came again, watching his blue eyes, my strongest of the evening. Suddenly, quite unanticipated, Reggie rose above me, strained, and I knew that I was being deluged with Reggie’s goop. I didn’t mind, since our first time together I’ve always enjoyed the feel of his sperm spreading inside me. And yet, strangely, it wasn’t Reggie’s seed I wanted, needed, but the hunk’s on the next mattress. After Reggie drained himself we kissed, but it didn’t seem that cuddling was proper etiquette in this arena, if you weren’t screwing you should vacate, and so at Reggie’s biding I rose, we headed out, our show over. We passed the pool, Reggie asked, “A swim?” “Sure.” We entered, joined six or seven people, I found there was a bank of showers and I rinsed myself, especially between my legs, before I entered the heated water. I stretched my muscles, took inventory. Everything was grand, my skin had that brightness it gets after I’ve been screwed marvelously, as I held onto Reggie I sensed the closeness that exists between lovers. We began to play again, he was soft and I knew that he wouldn’t be ready yet for some time but still he enjoys attention, so I stroked his cock under the surface of the water. He didn’t ignore me, my breasts were petted, my cunt twiddled. Slowly, he gained my trust and got me into a floating position, one hand on the small of my back for balance, the other poking inside me, hitting my g-spot, I came again. Then an excruciating bright light hit my pupils. “What the hell!?!” I swore. “Two o’clock,” Reggie explained, “the club closes in half an hour.” We searched the premises, found our clothes in the stadium, I slipped into the ladies room to dress myself, attempt to repair the damage to my hair, my makeup. On the way out we found cake and coffee, grabbed a plate and cup for the drive home. Reggie wanted to talk, I didn’t. If he asked me a question, I grunted a reply, feigning sleepiness. I needed to reflect, digest the auras of the erotic cave I’d been introduced to. Was it really that active each weekend night? Were there really dozens of women ready, willing, to screw a greater multitude of men indiscriminately? Why had I felt so comfortable joining, leaping, into the fray? And, if Dionysus had made a pass at me, would I really have let him take me in front of others? The answer to the last one was easy, a resounding ‘allelujah!’ I begged Reggie to spend the night with me, he was okay with that. We undressed at the bedside, then I attacked him. Somehow, strangely, I wanted more sex, and as I presented myself for his pleasure, fantasies of the playground we’d left haunted me until at last, completely sated, we slept. Nine hours later, in bathrobes, our teeth brushed and faces washed, we sipped coffee, dined on buttered toast with cinnamon and chatted. “You had fun last night!” he challenged me. “A ball. Yes, it was quite the time! I’ve heard about those kind of places, but didn’t think they really existed, especially not so close. Have you gone there often?” “A few times.” I wanted to ask him when was the last time, if he went with another woman, how many skanks he’d screwed there, but in keeping with my lack of care, refrained. Instead, I queried, “You knew I was the kind of girl that’d get into that when we first met, didn’t you?” “Not right at first. After maybe a month I thought so.” “Why didn’t you take me there then?” “I didn’t think you’d be so . . . easy, I guess. I thought you needed time to settle in. You really got off in the common room!” “You expected me to, didn’t you? I mean, you know how much I like it when there’s just a chance of people looking at us. In there, I could actually see them watching me.” I know I smiled, a wicked grin. “You want to go again, don’t you?” “Sometime. Not too soon.” “Why not?” “I think it could get to be a habit, like heroin or something.” “Is that bad?” Reggie asked. “I don’t know. I just think I should take my time.” “What about that couple we met?” “She was into you,” I observed. “He was into you. He’d like to take you to bed, that’s for sure.” “Do you know them?” “Not until last night. They gave me their email address.” I paused, sipped my coffee. “Can I ask you a question?” I searched his face, looking for clues. “Do you want me to fuck other guys? Would that get you off?” Perhaps my voice rose a tad. “You’re fantastic, you’ve got a great body, a great attitude about sex. Most girls, they’re hung up on what they should do, what they shouldn’t do. You, well, you like to explore. And, you know, we’ve done just about everything there is to do. So, yeah, the next thing, I guess, is sex with other people. At least think about it. Think of the things you’ve tried so far.” I did. There were so many, many things I did now, regularly, with Reggie, that I’d never even considered thirty weeks ago. And I didn’t love Reggie. I was fond of him, I really liked going to bed with him. But I didn’t think there was a chance in hell that I’d ever want to marry him. What kind of a father would he be? So, it was just fun and games. I liked fun and games, I did. So, would spreading myself around be just fun and games? I wasn’t sure. I kissed him. “Let’s go back to bed,” I offered. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The weeks went by. At night, in the privacy of my apartment, I considered my options. I looked up Club Illicit’s website, found for just a very modest fee, much lower than a single male, I could show up by myself, dance with whomever I pleased, I was sure I’d have numerous guys hanging on me, I could take my pick. I looked at swinger sites, discovered many married women wanted to play with other women, with or without their husbands. I would be a ‘unicorn,’ that pleased me. In my bed, after turning off the sidelight, I fantasized; Reggie wasn’t a part of it, the Dionysus was! It wasn’t that I was done with Reggie, not at all. He was perfectly useable still, continued to turn me on. But I began to feel I was ready to turn the page and read the next chapter. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It was a Friday night. Reggie and I had a date, he called me up at lunch and asked, “Want to try something new?” “Sure! What?” “It’s a surprise. You don’t want me to ruin it, do you?” “No, I guess not.” In fact, I loved the tension I felt when I was sure there was something new about to happen, I savored it. “What time?” “I’ve got a thing, I’ll be there about nine, okay?” “Are we staying in or going out? Should I get dressed up?” “Don’t worry about it.” This was frustrating, how the hell do I know what I’m supposed to look like? “I’ll see you then, okay?” Asshole! But I thought about it all afternoon. I made it home just after six, and in the living room there was a large pink box waiting for me. I opened the box, read the note. ‘It’s going to be a great night. Wear these . . . Reggie.” Inside, wrapped in tissue, was a satin ebony bra, lacy panties, a garter belt with stockings, six inch high heels, dusky pearl earrings. And a USB with a hours of soft jazz on it. That was it, Reggie was going to have a ‘romantic’ night, something we hadn’t done in quite awhile. I had almost three hours until my lover came to meet me, all the time in the world. I ate a salad, had a glass of wine to relax me. I figured Reggie planned on spending the evening here, I changed the sheets to an ivory pattern of smoothest Egyptian cotton. Then it was into the bathroom. I poured the tub, full of bubbles, and for forty minutes let my mind wander. Did it touch upon a return to Illicit, the thought of sex with other men? Yes, perhaps. But Reggie was there too, the wonderful things he did, the things he knew, the experiences and feelings he cultivated in me. I drained the tub, shaved my pits and every inch of my nether region, save only the three square inches of cropped hair I kept for emphasis. Then I paid attention to my hair, drying it, fluffing my short mahogany locks into their place. I plucked and trimmed my brows, applied eye coloring and mascara. Foundation stick and blush were used, and finally I applied shimmering strawberry gloss to my lips. The mantle clock chimed nine times, that was all right, Reggie knew I was never ready on time. I put the clothing Reggie had left for me on, they were of the highest quality, made my skin feel so fantastic. The earrings accented my outfit perfectly, I could stand and walk - barely - in the extreme heels. I knew I was ready to play the part of the thousand dollar a night escort. I lit a few candles in the bedroom, put the music on the bluetooth. I sat in a chair in the living room, trying my best not to muss, thumbing through a magazine. The article I read was titled, ’15 Things Guys Think When You're on Top.’ Did Reggie really worry about whose job it was to put it back in when it popped out, or concern himself with how (or if) he should move? Okay, that wasn’t doing it. How about a story? I picked up a book of women’s erotica. That was better, it was really starting to get me in the mood. That stupid clock dinged ten times, Reggie was really late. Should I worry, text him? No, not yet. He’d been late before. But maybe I could start without him? Sure! I swayed into the bedroom, composed myself, put a hand in to twist a nipple. Yes, that was good. The music from the playlist soothed me, I let my hand descend to my pubis. Through the fabric I irritated my clit, I was getting somewhere, I was about to push the fabric to the side when I heard a key scratch in the lock. My lover was here. Should I go out to meet him, or wait for him to come to me? Then I heard his voice. “Hello?” But it wasn’t his voice, it was two shades too low, filled with a timbre I wasn’t familiar with. “Hello?” I heard again. “Who is it?” I cried. “What are you doing here?” I rose excitedly, grabbed a throw and covered myself, didn’t know just what I should do. I picked up the phone, ready to call 911. “Reggie sent me,” the voice explained. “Reggie sent you? Who are you? He didn’t tell me anything about this.” “Oh, I’m sorry. I thought you knew. Should I leave?” Trying to hide myself, I peeped around the corner to see the intruder. And then, only then, did I understand Reggie’s true gift. It was the Dionysus, the man I’d lusted after at Illicit. How had Reggie known, I’d not mentioned him once, never spoken of my fantasy man. He had the smooth dark locks, the beautiful blue eyes. His facial hair was that perfect length of thick black stubble that’s beautiful to see. His jeans were tight, his tee shirt stretched across that magnificent chest. “Are you okay?” he called. I knew now what Reggie’s plan was. This man was a present, I could take it or reject it. A part of me was completely confused, the other part lusted. “What’s your name?” “Quentin.” I needed time, I asked again, “Quentin?” “Yeah.” “And Reggie sent you.” “He said you were expecting me. He gave me a key.” “What are you supposed to do with me?” “He said you’re a hotwife. Or a hot girlfriend. Or something like that. And that you wanted something different.” He paused. So that was Reggie’s game. “Listen, if you want me to go, just say so.” “Hold on a minute. No, sit down. Make yourself a drink if you want.” “Yeah. Thanks.” “There’s wine and beer in the refrigerator.” “Okay.” I heard his steps across the room, heard the fridge door open. “Should I make one for you?” “Wine, please. I’ll be out in a minute.” So now, it was decision time. Why not? I’d thought about it long enough. Reggie had sent him here, he wouldn’t be mad if I accepted what he’d put on my plate, would he? Was Reggie out with another girl, right at this moment? Who cared, Quentin’s in my living room, and, apparently, he was willing. Why shouldn’t I be? I folded the throw, still nervous. As nervous as a virgin? No, not exactly that. As nervous as an old maid faced with temptation? Yes, that was more like it. Should I get dressed before I went out to meet Quentin? I felt my heart pound, I was sure Quentin could hear it in the living room, it was loud enough. My mouth was dry, there was a slight metallic taste. I recognized the feeling, it had happened that very first night with Reggie, the time I first walked into Illicit. I was ready for an experience! I bit the bullet, strode on those ridiculous heels toward my fate. “I’m Melynda,” I introduced, and shook his hand. His eyes scanned my body thoroughly, taking in each inch that was uncovered, paying especial attention to the parts that were. He was sitting in the chair, I plopped into the sofa opposite. “You’re the woman, the one at Illicit,” he remarked. “You remember?” I said. “Of course. I thought you were beautiful. I mean, I think you are beautiful.” “But you were having a pretty good time, weren’t you?” “Well, yeah, I guess. But you know, sometimes, what’s the phrase, ‘the grass is greener?’” “I understand. Waving a hand across my goose flesh I asked, “Is it still green?” “Oh, yeah.” He nervously sipped his beer. “My boyfriend is playing a game on me,” I explained. “I expected him to show up, didn’t know you’d be here. That’s why I was so shaky back then.” “I guess I understand. I sort of feel funny. Maybe I should leave.” “No, not unless you want to.” I licked my lips, took a sip of wine, the taste simply enhanced the metal in my mouth. Quentin made no move to leave. “Do you want to leave?” I asked. “No, not really. You’re very beautiful,” he repeated. I stood, making sure he could look me over. I felt his eyes examine my body, even though he seemed to be trying not to let me see his lustful gaze. “Stand up, will you?” He rose, we were three feet from each other. “Take off your shirt, please.” As the hem climbed, I gawked at those perfect abs, that muscled chest, the pinpoints of his nipples on the firm skin. “What do you do?” “I’m a fireman.” “You work out.” “Some. A couple times a day. We’ve got weights in the firehouse.” I approached him, placed a palm on his torso, the first touch between us. There was a softness covering the hardness, so pleasant I almost crowed. “Your body is perfect.” I pushed against him, felt my breasts crush against his sinew, in those heels we were the same height, I pressed my lips against his. For a few brief seconds our lips remained as tight O’s, then we relaxed. His mouth was sweet, his tongue rough in my mouth. His arms encircled my waist, I trembled to think what was to happen to me. With him! He smelled good, just the right mixture of musk and his natural scent. After a reasonable amount of time, our hands began to roam, I felt my shoulder blades being rubbed, I put my hand on his firm ass. That enflamed him, he put both of his hands on my back, pulled me closer, I bit his lips. “Do you want to come into the bedroom?” I invited. “Yeah. Absolutely.” On my way, holding his hand in mine, I turned off the living room lights, my apartment was now dark, mysterious, romantic. I sat on the bed, he was beside me, we were kissing again. My hands roamed his torso, his arms. Not one speck of him felt soft, all was firm muscle. I’d never felt a man like this before, all of my lovers had a bit of fat on them; in the last couple of years of our marriage, my husband’s waist had expanded four inches. I couldn’t wait, I put my hand on his loin. There it was, inside the jeans, rocklike, overlong. He was pawing at me, I let him, I needed him to. One breast popped out of it’s bowl, he felt it, the first twitch of my nipple sent me high. “Take your pants off,” I demanded. “Okay.” After just a bit of fumbling, I was lying with a naked man, a perfect stranger, I didn’t mind, didn’t care. My hand held the prick. Yes, I could tell it’s girth, longer than any I’d contacted before. In the candlelight it was dark in its rage, my fingers clutched it, traced the distinctive curve. I bent, took it in my mouth. It was sweet and fresh, and the precum strangely tasted of avocados. The balls were just as large, and in his state were tight and drawing into a firm globe. As I bobbed my head - I couldn’t fit more than a third of it in without hitting the back of my throat - I twisted my hand a little, heard his moans. “You’re good,” he groaned, “the best!” He’d not even touched me, down there, and I was ready to go off. I didn’t need more foreplay, I got my panties down and off, and without a second’s delay, climbed on up. Have you ever gone shopping for gloves, tried a cheap pair on and they were too large and your hand sort of flopped around in it? And then you try on an expensive pair, just the right size, and it feels so good, so luxurious? That’s what Quentin’s dick felt like inside me. Just the perfect size when I sat on top of him and we ground our bones together. Not too large, it didn’t stretch or hurt me, but it filled me up, surpassing any that had come before it. I wriggled, feeling the various sensations as my vaginal sides stroked it, the head poked against the different points in my pussy. When I bent down to kiss him and it was almost out of me, I felt the arched tip bump into my g-spot, it was all I needed, the colors I saw were unimaginable. I fucked him, he held on to me. I felt him fumble with the bra strap, I reached behind my back and whisked it away. Now my breasts were on his solid chest, his hair was tickling my nipples, he bent me and sucked at them, I came again! Nice and hard. Again. I was up there, I did my best to stay there. Through my fog I felt his hands roaming around my body, my boobs, my ass, my neck, his fingers swept through my hair. I assume I was doing much the same to him, I can’t really remember. Then, without much effort at all, and I’m not a little girl, he twisted, put his feet on the floor, stood up. He was holding me, my legs encircled his waist, and using those tremendous arms, he pulled me up, then let me sink again. Oh, it was delicious, I may have blacked out for a couple of seconds in my ecstasy. He led me to my dresser, put his back to it, I put my feet on the top - now I could rise and fall at my desire. Another, and another great come. He wasn’t done yet, he carried me back to the bed, threw me down onto the mattress, turned me over, again he had that wonderful cock inside me. We twisted in our elation. When he had me half off the bed, I was supporting myself with my hands on the floor, I sensed that delicious tenseness that comes over men a half minute before they’re ready. “I’m going to come!” he screamed. “Go ahead!” I yelled back, “Give it to me!” And he did, grunting and blubbering and I felt my cunt being glutted with his cum. And that, too, sent me once more over the edge. I bet, if anyone was listening outside my window, they wondered if they should call the cops. He pulled out, I knew the bed would have one very wet spot, I didn’t care. We swiveled around, faced each other, kissed. There was no cuddling, no downtime, I was amazed he was still hard. Once again I went down on him, he tasted completely different now, sweet and salty. Somebody should make sperm flavored candies, I’d buy them. As I was cleaning him off, he put a thumb inside me, started finger fucking me. Again, it was simply incredible, I had a little bit more of a come. He used his super sized muscles to turn me over, on my back, and I spread for him, we were fucking again. I managed to get a couple of pillows under my ass, tried to move my legs around for just the right insertion, found two or three different ways. I wanted to come again, but I think I was overloaded. I’d approach the precipice, then my body would rebel, the elastic of the garter belt was scratching me. I was done. But don’t think I didn’t like the way he was stroking inside me, around me. Again I felt the muscles of his ass, his chest, his arms. After a while, not too long, I felt him tense up again, knew that more of his sperm was being spurted deep inside me. And then we were exhausted. We cuddled a bit, it was nice to feel him stroke my well used body, to rub his, but there was nothing behind it. I realized I didn’t know where he lived, if he had a wife or girlfriend, even how old he was. “You want another beer?” I offered. “No, thanks, I’ve got to be at muster at 7:30 in the morning. I should be getting home.” “Okay.” I watched him get his pants on, didn’t bother covering myself up - what more could he see? I followed him into the living room, he got into his shirt, I knew I’d miss those six-packs. He found my key in his pocket, gave it to me. Before he left he grabbed me, kissed me, felt my tit one last time. “You want to get together again?” I didn’t have to worry that one out, very quickly said, “Sure. Call me Tuesday or Wednesday.” We kissed, one very last time, I admit I was thinking maybe I should drag him back to bed, but then he was out the door. I sighed, went to the bathroom sink, splashed water on my face, took a long drink. I looked at my reflection in the mirror. My complexion was flushed, my hair a mess, my nipples were still hard with the thought of this new lover. I began to take that garter belt off, it was rubbing me raw now, there was going to be a little bruise on my left hip, and then my phone rang. I went to answer it, saw it was Reggie. “Hey!” “Can I come in?” he asked. “Where are you?” “Outside, in my car.” “You’ve been there all night?” “For the last hour or so, yeah.” “And you waited for him to leave.” “Yeah.” I could have been pissed, but I really wasn’t. Once again, Reggie somehow knew what I wanted, needed, and he was right. “Get your ass in here,” I laughed. In the couple of seconds that it took him, I straightened up a little, put those heels back on. When Reggie walked in the door, he saw me standing there, in that garter belt and stockings, and that’s all. “Hi,” he said, looking me over, I could tell he was in lust, even though he knew what I’d been doing. I smiled at him. “I got fucked.” “Well fucked, it looks like.” “Yeah, real well fucked.” “You want to tell me about it.” A command, not a request. “Okay. Pour me a glass of wine, and get your ass in the bedroom.” Before he joined me, I got that stupid garter belt off, but I kept the stockings on. He wanted me to tell him all about it, and I did, from the shock of hearing a strange man’s voice to the positions we used, to the way his dick felt in my hand, in my pussy. “He’s bigger than you are.” Reggie’s voice was muffled, he was eating me. I was a little surprised that he wanted to taste me, seeing as how I was drenched with the stuff Quentin had left in me, but if that’s what he hankered, what the hell! “You want to see him again, don’t you?” “I’m going to,” I announced. “Cool. Can I be there to watch?” “Maybe.” I suddenly understood that I still had things to learn, that Reggie still had techniques and attitudes to teach me. But now I was a graduate student. And then, the bad boy got fucked by the bad girl.

My name is Sally and my husband is Larry. We are both 52 and have enjoyed a wonderful sex life during our marriage. Part of the reason we have had a good sex life is that we are both imaginative and willing to try nearly anything. While both of us have had sex with others during our marriage {always with other’s permission}, we have never had sex with another when either he or I were present. However that changed a couple of months ago. For the last year or so, Larry and I have been having sex in public and it has certainly spiced up our lives. We live in a climate that has winter so we do outdoor adventures in the summer and indoor adventures in the winter. We have friends, Ken and Mary, that also are into sex in public and we have compared notes several times. Larry has slept with Mary and I have slept with Ken on separate occasions but neither of us had ever had sex in public with either of them. Ken and Mary were over for dinner in early October and Mary and I got to talking about our latest public adventures and soon she and I concluded that the two couples should have public sex at the same time in the same place. Once we had decided, we were anxious to talk to the guys about it ... it makes me really hot just to plan and talk about our adventures. So after dinner as we were sitting around the dinner table, I said that Mary and I thought it was time that the two couples had a public sex adventure together. I don’t suppose anyone will be surprised to hear that the guys were all for it. Next we needed to plan the event. As best I can remember this is how the conversation went. 'I guess the first thing we need to decide on is where we’ll do this?' Mary said, 'An outside concert or sporting event would draw the biggest crowd and give us the best chance of not getting caught.' Larry piped in, 'We need a crowd that is mostly standing so Ken and I can stand behind you two.' 'That’s the only way we’ve done it, Ken fucks me from behind while we stand. Have you guys done it any other way?' 'We did it one evening on a blanket at a concert. We spooned on our sides and Larry fucked me that way – that was good because it was less hurried.' 'I don’t know, Sal', Mary said, 'I like standing better I think, he can put it in and just let me enjoy if for a while without really fucking me much until we both want it.' 'That’s a good idea, we haven’t done that have we babe?' 'Sounds good to me.' 'How about the Halloween parade. Plenty of crowds there along the route and it’ll be dark so it should hide us.' 'Great idea, Kenny, let’s do it', I said. With a twinkle Larry said, 'Ok, we’re all agreed then.' Mary: Ok that sounds great. How do you guys dress? Sally: I usually wear a baggy pair of pretty short shorts, so he can move then aside to get into me. Mary: We’ve done that too but Ken has to kind of get off to the side to get in and I’d rather have him right behind me, feels better. Usually I wear a pair of shorts with an elastic waist and he pulls the back down until he can get in. Sally: Sounds a little more daring but I like it. It would feel better. Especially if I wear my toy. Mary: Your toy? Sally: Yeah, I like to wear a butt plug, gets me in the right mood and nice and wet. I usually put it in my purse and then put it on when we get to where we’re going. Ken: That might not be so easy at a parade. Sally: You’re probably right, I better put the harness on before we go and just let Larry put it in me when we get in the crowd. Shouldn’t be too hard for him. Larry: By then something will be hard I’m sure. Mary: Well you little slut Sal, a butt plug, how nasty. I love them, I’m so anal. Sally: Me too but we’ve never tried anal sex in public, I need Larry to rub my clit it get off with anal sex and that just isn’t that easy or that easy to hide in a crowd. Mary: Guess not, maybe another time. Sure like it though. Ok, then at the parade with elastic baggy short shorts and what just a polo shirt? Sally: Yeah, that way he can rub your boobs if he wants to. Mary: Oh, I want him to. Ken: All settled then, should we practice before we do this? Sally: Oh my that sounds dirty. Mary have you fucked next to someone before. Mary: No always just two. Maybe we should practice. Larry: No it’d be more exciting to just let it happen. Sally: Much as I’m horny, I think he’s right. Let’s wait. So that’s the way the planning session went. The night of the big even, Larry and I were getting dressed when I pick up the story. Larry: You look wonderful Babe, don’t know how I’m going to wait. Sally: Just hang in there buddy, you’ll be ok. I’m all but ready just got to get the plug harness on. Should I wear panties or not. Larry: Yeah, wear the crotch less ones, those are great. Sally: OK that sounds like fun. There I’m all ready. I’ll just slip these on and then the shorts. Let’s go. When we got to Mary’s, we went in and had a beer while we waited for her to finish getting ready. She had on a red polo shirt and navy blue shorts and Ken looked great in his silk shirt and shorts. Mary came into the kitchen and over to me and felt my butt. Mary: You did put it on, you little vixen. Me too, she giggled. Let me see yours. With that I opened my purse and produced a slender fairly long plug and showed it to her. She then took hers out and showed me that it was a little bigger but about the same length. Mary: We could have fun without the guys. Sally: Speak for yourself kiddo. This is just for bonus vibes. Nothing like the real thing. Ken: Let’s go time’s a wasting. We piled into the car and drove to the parade route where we parked and walked to the place we had tentatively planned on. It was 10:30 by the time we arrived and the crowd was two deep. We walked about a block to the first place where we could get in the front row, Mary and I in front and the guys directly behind us. Over the next 40 minutes a lot more people arrived and the crowd was 8 or 10 deep and pushed up against everyone like sardines ... perfect. We somehow kept out hands off one another until about 10 minutes before the parade was supposed to start. I leaned over to Mary and said, 'I think its time to get the equipment in place.' Mary: I hoped you were going to say that. She searched around in her purse and then seemed to be concentrating on something and then finally she produced her plug and handed it back to Ken in her right hand and then gave me the little tube of lube she had in her purse. 'Here, you might want a little of this.' I fixed my plug up and handed it back to Larry. Thank goodness it was dark because this wasn’t the easies of operations. I felt Larry grab the elastic of my shorts and pull then down a little, he then had to ease the harness out of the way a little. Next he started the plug in the top of my crack and moved it down until it found my hole. He then asked me if I was ready and I assured him I was. He then inserted the plug steadily but not quickly until it was fully in my ass. He then moved the harness back to secure it. Mary: Is it in? Sally: It’s in all right. In deep. Feels great. I turned my head a little and said to Ken go ahead now. I watched as he started to do what Larry had just completed. When he started the plug down Mary’s crack I concentrated on her expression. There was no doubt when the plug found its target. Ken said OK? And Mary nodded her head. It looked like she sucked in a little air as the plug found it way into her ass. When it was complete, Ken raised her panties and her shorts and patted her on the back. Mary: Wow that so hot, right here in public. I almost came when he pushed it in. Guess we’re ready now. Sally I’m ready. You know being in the front row, it’s going to be a little obvious if the guys rub our tits. I crooked my finger at Larry and he leaned forward to listen to me. I told him that Mary and I thought we might be noticed if they rubbed our tits and to tell Ken not to. He said ok. Mary: Are we going to do this together or first one and then the other. Sally: I thought a combination. One of us will have our guy put his dick in us and then before he really starts fucking us, we’ll wait until the other catches up. Then they can both fuck us at the same time. Mary: So nasty, I love it. You got your plug first so I get my dick first. Sally: OK, but let’s wait for the parade to get to us first. As we waited the butt plug was doing its job and I was so horny and wet. Finally the parade turned the corner and came down our block. When it reached our location, Mary looked over her shoulder and said OK Ken. Ken then unzipped his shorts and let his cock out, it was hard as a rock, it must have hurt in his shorts. He once again pulled the back of Mary’s shorts and panties down and then moved in even closer behind her. By looking right at her, I could tell when the head slipped into her. It was difficult in the tightly packed crowd, but Ken must have been able to adjust his position enough to get the right angle because Mary soon let out a little sigh and looked over at Larry and said it was his turn. I soon felt movement at the leg hole of my shorts and then I could feel the tip of Larry’s dick rubbing at my pussy lips. He had found the opening in my panties and was trying to find the opening. I was absolutely dripping and he soon found the right place and was inside me. He then put his hands on the top of my hips, made a couple of partial thrusts and completed his entry. Because of the clothes bunched at the leg holes he wasn’t as deep as he’s sometimes able to get but he is very large and long and I was feeling very full and so hot. Mary: Is he in you, babe? Sally: Oh yeah, how about you? Mary: Very deep, its so crowded that I don’t know if he’s really going to be able to give me a very good fucking, but it sure feels good just having his dick in me this far. Sally: I know he can only move a little. Mary: Oh that was nice, nice and long and slow. We continued whispering in each other’s ear as we watched the parade go by in front of us and felt our husbands slowly fucking us. Soon the parade was coming to an end, we could see the last of the elements turning the corner near us. As we watched the end come by us, I felt Larry remove his dick from my pussy and Mary told me Ken had done the same thing. It was good timing because as soon as the last part of the parade passed us the crowd immediately started dispersing and we would have been quite a spectacle. We made our way back toward our parking spot and when we got to an area where we could talk, Mary: That was wonderful guys but it was awful cramped. Ken: Yeah I know, I could hardly give you a good strokes but your pussy was so warm and wet, I almost came anyway. Larry: I know, Sally’s pussy gets like that too when she gets excited about doing it in public. Sally: It was so great even though you couldn’t stroke us, just being in a crowd of people with a big dick in my pussy was so cool. What should we do now? Ken: Let’s go back to our house. Nobody’s home and even though this public sex thing is great and a huge turn on, I really need to fuck Mary. Mary: Sounds good to me, Mary would sure like to be fucked. Sally: It settled then. We got in the car and headed home. Sally: Before I sat down, Mary, I’d almost forgotten my plug. Sitting on it really drove it in there. Mary: Yeah I know, nearly took my breath away. When we reached Ken and Mary’s house, Ken took charge. He ushered us into the kitchen and over to the island in the middle of the floor. Ken: Ok girls lets start where we left off. He had us standing facing the counter top and he and Larry got behind us. I heard the zippers open and when I looked back over my shoulder I saw two very large very had cocks. Larry: Do you want it through the panties or do you want the panties off. Mary: Come on Sal show us your ass. Sally: Take em off I guess, babe. Soon our shorts were being wriggled down off our hips and ended up on the floor at our feet. Then the panties followed. Now naked from the waist down we awaited the inevitable. Larry: Now let’s see, I think we were about here. With that he drove his dick all the way into my pussy which wasn’t very had as ready as I was. Sally: Oh yeah babe that’s right where we were. Mary: Give me some of that Kenny. And he did. Mary: Yeah, that it. Now fuck me good. But they didn’t. They held their dicks in us and leaned back away from our but a little and soon they were pushing on our butt plugs, using them to fuck our assholes. Mary: Oh Sal, Ken is fucking my ass with the plug, it feels so good. Sally: I know, Larry’s giving me the same treatment. This went on for several minutes and by turning our heads a little we could see the guys using the plugs on our butts as we built towards are first orgasm of the night. Larry: I think before we let them cum we ought to see their tits, don’t you Ken. Ken: Absolutely They stopped playing with the plugs and spooned really tightly against our asses as they reached around and unbuttoned the top of our polo shirts. They then skinned the cat and both Mary and I were naked except for our sandals. Her breasts are beautiful a perfect shape and mine are OK, a little bigger but a little saggy too. The guys reached around and rubbed our boobs for a minute or so. Ken: OK girls, move your fee away from the counter just a little and bend over just a little more. We’re going to let you cum now and we’ll probably cum too. Do you want it inside or outside when we cum. Mary: I want the first shot in my pussy but then on my ass so I can taste it. Sally: On my ass please babe but then after put your dick back in me for a few last strokes, OK? Larry: OK babe, you girls ready? And with that unanswered question. They started fucking us. Long well paced strokes letting us feel all their dicks on each stroke. Then I felt Larry tighten his grip on my hips and I knew what was coming. The pace quickened and he drove his dick in and out of me faster and faster. My ass was jumping each time he hit bottom. Sally: Oh, Mary, he’s fucking me so hard, I’m going to cum. I’m cumming!!! Mary: That looks so good, oh God your ass looks so pretty when he fucks you like that. Ken is really doing me too, here I cum too. Ohhhhhhhhhh! Sally: Oh that was so wonderful. I’m still getting such a hard fucking. Ken is really giving it to you too. Then Larry started to lose timing a little and I knew he was about to come. About three more strokes and then he pulled his dick out of me and shot on my cheeks, three four five spurts and then all the back into my pussy for six seven eight more very hard strokes. Sally: Oh, I’m cumming again, give it to me babe, fuck me. And he did hard and I did hard. And while Larry and I were cumming, Ken continued to stroke Mary hard and fast. Larry pulled out of me and we both turned so we could see Ken and Mary fuck. Her ass was bouncing on every stroke and she has a beautiful round ass. I reached up and cupped her breast and tweaked the nipple. Mary: Oh Sal this is the best, best fucking ever. Its so hard and fast but my pussy is so hot, it loves it. My ass is loving the plug, oh god he’s fucking me. Ken: Not long now babe. Mary: Remember first shot inside me. He gave her ten or twelve more hard strokes and then we could see him convulse slightly as he started to cum. He pulled out then and spurted about four spots on her cheeks and in her crack. He too then put his cock back in her pussy and kept fucking her hard until she came in a wonderful and intense orgasm, knees buckling and skin shaking. All this watching had made Larry hard again. Larry: Ken, I’d really like to fuck your wife, may I? Ken: Sure. Larry: Is it OK with you Mary if I fuck you now. Mary: Quick put it in, I need some more. I got down on my knees in front of Ken and sucked him for a few minutes and Mary and Larry got started and found a good rhythm Soon he was hard and I got back on my feet and turned my back to him. He was inside me in a couple of seconds. Sally: Oh, oh slow down for minute Ken. God I love getting fucked this way. Slow down, I want you to take my plug out for me. Here I’ll unsnap the harness. There now just pull the harness off, don’t stop fucking me completely. That’s it, now pull the plug out. Ewww. Yeah that’s right. Here hand it to me, keep fucking me. Good now let me see if I can find the lube. Where’s my purse, Mary can you hand it to me. Thanks, is he doing you good. Good. Here it is, now Ken just put a little on my asshole and then take you cock out of my pussy and put it in my ass. Give me about ten more nice hard strokes in my pussy first. Oh that so good. Yeah now. That’s it. Hold my hips, now push it in. Ewwwww, nice, nice nice. You all the way in? Feels like it. How does that look? Good, going between my cheeks. OK you can go ahead and fuck me now. I don’t like it as hard in my ass as I do in my pussy, you don’t have to go slow but not really fast either. That’s good, oh yeah, fuck me just like that, fuck me in the ass. Mary: Wow Sal that looks so good. Should I try it or does Larry not like it? Larry: Oh I like it all right! Do you want me to fuck you in the ass? Mary: Harness is unsnapped just pull it off, pull out the plug and put a little lube on me and let’s do it. Oh yeah out it comes. Now the lube. Sally: Here let me do that, stop for just a second Ken, don’t pull out, just rest for a minute. Let me put a dollop of this on your wife’s pretty asshole. There. Now Larry let me have your cock, here put it right in there. Ready Mary? Push baby, put it right in her ass. Oh that looks so pretty. You can fuck me again now Ken. Fuck her Larry, fuck Mary’s ass. Soon the guy’s had fallen into a wonderful rhythm and Mary and I leaned on our elbows with our asses arched up a little and enjoyed the fucking we were getting. I really like an ass fucking because it lasts a long time and because the guys had just cum this was no exception. A cock feels larger in your ass and you feel so full and yet there is no orgasm trigger so you can really just settle in and enjoy the fuck. After a wonderful few minutes I could tell that Ken’s rhythm was getting a little erratic and figured he was getting ready to cum again. Sally: Play with my clit Ken and I’ll cum with you. This time just give it to me in my ass, don’t pull out, just shoot it in there. There, there that’s right oh fuck me, rub me. That’s it, that’s it oh I’m cumming. Cum with me Ken, fuck me. He drove it home and hit bottom and spurted into my ass, he then gave me about five really fast short sharp strokes as he enjoyed his cum. When he was finished, he left himself in me and pulled me up to a fully standing position and put his arms around me and rubbed my boobs for about two minutes until his cock got soft and eased out of my ass. I was satisfied. But Mary wasn’t, not yet. She was still resting on her elbows taking what was now a long ass fucking. Sally: You OK Mary? Mary: Oh god yes. This is the best ass fucking I’ve ever had. Your hubby really has a nice dick. Put just a little more lube on his cock and he comes out would you Sal. I figure he’s going to cum pretty soon and I might need just a little more to take that last hard pounding and enjoy it completely. I found the lube and squeezed a little out on the top of Larry’s dick as it came out of Mary’s asshole. Slowly it worked it way into Mary and she said that it was enough and felt just fine. Sally: Let me know Larry when you’re going to cum and I’ll lick Mary’s pussy for her and get her off. Larry: OK but I feel great now. Doesn’t she have the prettiest ass Sally? I’m so turned on watching my cock go in and out of it. Are you getting sore, Mary, do you want me cum soon? Mary: Either way is fine with me Larry, I’m really enjoying the fuck you’re giving me but I would enjoy an orgasm too, so just do what you want. Larry: OK, tell you what I want to do. I’m going to give you 100 more strokes, first 10 hard, then 10 slow and so forth and then when I finish the last 10 I’m going to just keep on really hard and fast until I cum. How does that sound? Mary: Wonderful!! Sal, I think you ought to start licking me at about 60. Sally: My pleasure. Larry gave her ten very hard strokes and Mary smiled from ear to ear – she obviously was enjoying this a lot. The ten slow strokes let them both rest a bit and then ten more hard ones. Larry: I don’t know if I’m going to last, Sal, maybe you ought to start on her pussy. I got below her and got my head into position to lick her pretty little puss. I also had a great view of Larry’s cock as it went in and out of her ass. I could feel her body respond and I knew after the fucking she had already taken, that she would soon cum. Larry reached 90 strokes and started on his drive to his own orgasm, really pounding Mary. I applied more pressure to her clit and she started cumming, she just kept shaking and spasming and moaning her eyes rolled up in her head. Larry adjust his grip on her hips and roared in and out of her and I knew he was starting to cum, he slammed home and I figured he was spurting inside her. He gave her three or four more short jabs and finished his orgasm. It was some sight, she was almost parallel to the floor and he standing at one end of her attached to her only by his cock protruding from her ass. She then stood up and he hugged her. Larry: That was truly wonderful, Mary. Thank you. Mary: Best ever for me, Larry, thank you. Is your cock going to get soft or are you going to leave it in my ass? With that he moved his hips back and his dick dropped from her ass, not completely soft but certainly heading in that direction. We were all exhausted. Since that time we have had more great times with Ken and Mary, sometimes including others and sometimes enjoying adventures between just the four of us. Larry & Sally Missouri

My husband likes it when we have sex in public places. Usually we park our mini van in a public parking lot and he has me blow him or I get fucked. We parked the van in a parking lot and proceeded to do our thing. After a few minutes I got the feeling that we were being watched. I looked up and saw a security guard peering into our van. He had a birds-eye view of my husband plowing into me. The security guard knocked on our window and asked us what we were doing. My husband told him to come into the van. He was a young guy and I love the young guys. My husband told him that I would suck him off and lick his balls if he wanted. I of course wanted his hard cock in my wet pussy.The guy had his hard cock in my mouth in no time. While I had one cock in my pussy I had this young stranger in my mouth. In no time he shot a load into my mouth and I am trained to show my husband the load and he decides if I swallow or not. He liked the way the hot creamy cum looked on my tongue and told me to swallow the young guys load. I did what I was told to do. Next my husband told me to suck the guy and get him hard. It was time to get this young cock in my pussy. I did what I was told and in no time my young stud was rock hard. I had him sit on the seat and I mounted him and rode his had cock for all it was worth. My husband took out his camera and started taking pictures of his slut wife fucking a total stranger. The young guy asked me where he could cum. My husband as always makes that decision. He asked if the kid made me cum and when I said twice he was told to fill my pussy. The young security guard tensed up and shot his hot load deep into my pussy. My husband told me to lick him clean and I obeyed and placed the cum soaked cock in my mouth. I licked his deflated cock clean as well as his balls.As is our practice I gave the young stud my panties a gift. I kissed his soft cock goodbye and my husband placed his hard cock into my cum filled pussy. Needless to say I got another load and cleaned another cock with my mouth. Since I didn't have my panties I had to walk around with cum dripping from my pussy while we went out to dinner. I'm not allowed to wipe myself. Well we got caught but it was well worth it.

Last week Jerry and I went to our regular meeting of the local Corvette Club and we met a couple of new members Ted and Sara who seemed like they would be a lot of fun. They just bought a Z06 and we have a 'Classic collector's model'. They wanted to see ours after the meeting and we wanted to see theirs. As the meeting ended and we all were leaving they suggested that we go have a drink together, and that Cheryl could drive with Ted and Sara could ride with Jerry. That was fine with us swingers, but as we had just met them we didn't know if they were into swinging or not. In any case it might be fun to find out. Ted picked out a spot about 10 miles away down near the beach and as he and I were riding along he asked me if I wanted to drive his 'beast'. I said, ' No, I can't handle a stick shift' and left it at that. When we got to the bar Jerry and Sara hadn't arrived yet so we sat in the Vette and talked while we waited for them. It was then that Ted pulled his massive dick out of his pants and said, 'Cheryl do you think you could handle this stick?' Well, I had seen bigger ones, but his dick was thick as my wrist, and I wondered about how to answer that question.The lot was dark and we apparently had time so I leaned over and took the head of his dick into my mouth and what a mouthful it turned out to be. For you Vette owners, you know there isn't room to screw in a Vette so all I could do was go down on him and before I could count to 10 he was cumming and I was drinking his cum like it was milk.When he stopped cumming, he said, ' We have lots of time as I told Sara to get lost on the way to the bar so Jerry and Sara may not show up for enough time for us to see if we can get this thing in your pussy.''Just how do you think we can handle that as this car is too small for screwing and the bar looks pretty crowded to me.' With that Ted reached behind him and pulled a blanket out from behind the seat.'Let's go down to the beach where it is dark and I'll show you I can get this 'beast' back up again and show your snatch a good time' That was all the encouragement I needed as my pussy was tingling and itching for a full load. When we got down to the beach Ted spread the blanket out on a smooth section of sand behind one of the dunes and out of sight of the bar patrons. I then stripped my clothes off while he dropped his slacks and underpants and laid down on his back. I rose up over him and with some trepidation I began to rub his dick up and down my pussy lips even though I was already dripping wet with anticipation. I began to move my hips in a circular motion and lower myself on his tool an inch or two at a time. It only took about two or three minutes of teasing him with my pussy until my vagina was completely full and I had all of him in me up to our pubic bones. We then began to fuck like rabbits and I was having one orgasm after another and he got his rocks off a second time as well. About this time a flashlight illuminated our naked bodies and I was sure that it was Jerry and Sara who had caught up with us and maybe wanted to share in the fun, but no, it turned out to be a local policeman who was off duty and having a drink in the outdoor bar when he heard the screams and moans of our intercourse and decided to see what was going on.'What have we here?' he said as he kept the flashlight on us and we couldn't see his face or his uniform. 'Fuck off and let us finish what we are doing', I scolded him and it was then that he flashed the light on his badge and uniform. 'Oh shit', I said as I knew then that either he was going to run us into the station or else get some pussy himself. Naturally, I hoped for the latter as I could handle another one and I didn't like the idea of getting arrested.'Excuse me officer,' I said 'is there anything I can do for you to get us out of this mess?' With a smile Nick, { that was the prick's name } began to slip out of his pants and brought his dick over to my mouth while I was still impaled on Ted's softening dick.'Suck this for me lady and we'll see if we can work something out here.' Well, you don't have to tell me twice and I began to suck on his dick which while large wasn't as large as the one in my pussy which I could feel growing hard again. Nick must have been without pussy for awhile too and he shot his load and darn if Ted didn't let loose another load of cum in my pussy at almost the same time. Nick wiped his dick off and instructed us to get dressed. I was sure he was going to run us in, but instead when we were dressed he invited us back into the bar and bought us a round of drinks. As it turned out he was a really nice guy who happened to be separated from his wife at the moment.About that time, Jerry and Sara walked into the bar and seeing us sitting with a policeman they pretended not to know us. However, when I saw them I invited them to join us and Nick couldn't wait to tell them what he had found us doing. Sara acted like she was shocked, but I could see that her hair was messed up and her blouse buttons didn't match up so I was sure Jerry had found some place to stop and have a little fun as well.We only had one drink a piece as we didn't want to get arrested for DUI and all five of us went back to our house where we could be comfortable. When we arrived, it was one of those hot Florida July nights and all five of us wanted to get naked anyway so we went out to the pool and went skinny dipping under some very soft lights on the patio. This was just enough so that we could still see each other, but also a little more romantic. I swam over to Sara and asked her what Ted had meant when he wanted to know if I could drive his beast or handle his stick. Of course, I really knew but I wanted her to know what Ted and I had done on the beach. 'Well, Cheryl when he asked if you wanted to drive his beast he was talking about his Z06, but to handle his stick he meant his dick' she said, with a laugh. 'Good,' I replied, 'as I thought he meant that he wanted to see if I could get his stick shift knob up my pussy, and it looked about the right size and all covered in leather which would have been nice but a little uncomfortable to get in that position' 'Heck no, I do it all the time even when Ted isn't around and the knob gets my rocks off almost as well as Ted's dick.' 'Maybe I can try that after a while and see if it does anything for me', I said and then both of us girls swam over to where the guys were sitting on the edge of the pool at the shallow end. We noticed that all three of the guys dicks were standing straight up and at just the right level for Sara and me to give them a little mouth action. Sara started by sucking on Jerry and I took Nick into my mouth and the back of my throat to get ready to handle Ted again. Just a warm up, you know. As Sara got Jerry to shoot his load and I was swallowing Nick's cum as well, Ted was stroking his monster and complaining about the wait and how his balls were hurting from the pressure. Sara and I were feeling sorry for Ted so we both took turns sucking on his monster tool and each of us trying to deep throat the thing, but it was just too big for me and my jaws were getting sore. Ted was a jewel though and he said, 'Let's just go into the house after you girls dry off and put together a little daisy chain if you're up to it.' A daisy chain takes a little room so we moved some of the furniture in the living room and all of us spread out naked on the soft rug. It was then that I scooted over to Nick and took his dick into my mouth and began to softly caress the head of it with my tongue and lips when I felt Ted rubbing his dick up and down the lips of my vulva and even rolling it around in circles until I wanted to scream for him to put it in. Now that Nick was being cared for and Ted had at least half of his dick in my pussy from the rear, Sara wrapped her legs around Ted's head and his tongue dug into her pussy as she moaned in pleasure. This just left Jerry out for the moment and he was setting up his camcorder to record the action. When he had that under control he laid down next to Sara and she began to suck on Jerry's dick and we all were having fun. I have no idea how long the guys lasted, but Sara and I had multiple orgasms and wanted to try something different. The idea of Ted's gear shift knob came to mind and I asked Sara if she could show me how to handle it. With that we all went out into the pitch black driveway {around midnight} and Sara climbed into the car, squatted over the gear shift knob and slowly lowered her pussy down until she had it all in, then she began to move up and down, while telling me how good it felt. I just had to give it a try to I took her place and lowered my pussy over the knob and gave the knob and my snatch a good workout but no orgasm as I was saving a couple for more human action. The guys all had their mouths open while they watched us, but nobody said a word. When we went back into the house Jerry and I were fixing drinks for all of us, and Nick had Sara over the back of the couch and was pounding her pussy for all he was worth. 'Damn, it's been a long time since I felt so good' he said as he shot another load. When we all had our drinks and had cooled off a bit Ted wanted the guys to see how his enormous dick could easily slide into me with no trouble now that the knob had me stretched pretty good. At that he laid me on the floor, flipped me over on my stomach, pulled up my legs and with one swift motion he buried that baseball bat sized dick all the way to my pubic bone while I was squirming for all I was worth. It felt so damn good to be so filled up that I didn't notice that Jerry was now doing the same thing with Sara. Jerry commented to Sara that while she was stretched too, he could still get a good feel as her kegel muscles were milking him and he was about to cum again too. Jerry finished, and Nick took his place with Sara about the time that Ted had shot what turned out to be his last load of the night. I have no idea how many times the guys came but Sara and I quit counting ours as we were setting new records I was sure. Now Ted was finished, Jerry was finished and Nick was still going. This left Jerry to spread my legs and began to eat me out, drinking up the load of assorted cum juice from all the guys. It was now around 2 a.m. and the guys were getting worn out so we decided to call it a night and we all said our goodnights and our guests left Jerry and me to clean up the mess and then get to bed ourselves. My Jerry didn't disappoint me when we did get to bed as he gave me a goodnight screw that curled my toes and then we had a good night's sleep. We will see Ted and Sara at the next meeting, but we wonder about how to contact Nick as we didn't get his last name or his phone number. Maybe he'll contact us again, who knows?

I asked my wife to share with me some stories from her past sexual adventures. It's quite a turn-on to read these when she sends them to me. Below is one of many she has shared. If response is good I will share more. Names have not been changed so maybe her old boyfriends will look her up for more fun. Maybe they will recognize her tits... One night when Mike and I were dating it started to snow. He asked me if I wanted to get laid in the snow. We were at his house and it was probably 9:30 on a Friday night. I said sure and we just walked out of his house and walked to the side of his house. His parents were inside along with some of his neighbors. When we got to the side yard we took off all of our clothes and immediately my nipples got so hard because it was snowing and extremely cold and I was also very turned on. We just started kissing and then laid down right on top of the snow. He was so hard and I just couldn't help myself and I grabbed his cock and put it in my mouth and started sucking him hard. He was getting so turned on and I was getting so wet inside my pussy. He proceed to go down on me and was sticking his tongue inside my pussy and it felt sooooo good, I didn't want him to stop. He knew he was really getting me turned on so he got on top of me and stuck his dick inside of my pussy. My god it felt so good and I was extremely horny with the thought that anyone could walk right out of his house and look over and see us fucking. That was really a turn-on and I couldn't help myself so I told him I wanted to ride him and I flipped him over with his dick still inside of me and I just started riding and fucking him so hard. He was pulling on my nipples and with the snow and his pulling and me riding him so hard and fast I exploded. I came so hard and fast and then he came and filled my entire pussy up with his cum and the whole time outside it is still snowing. We were exhausted and freezing and very wet along with our clothes. We laid there for several minutes and then put our clothes back on and went into his house. His parents asked us where we went and why we were so wet. We just started laughing and said we were out playing in the snow.

My wife and recently I spent an evening at a five star hotel. Over dinner and a few drinks we got to talking about some of the adventurous sexual encounters we’ve had in the past. Reminiscing about those good times was getting us both a bit excited as I could see my wife’s nipples perking up in the halter top of her sexy dress and I certainly had a stiff erection. Looking at me seductively, she said “You know, we’ve never fooled around in an elevator”. She got up to excuse herself to the bathroom and my eyes followed. I was taken by her petite figure as she sauntered away in a flowing dress with classy heels, accented with tasteful jewelry. Her brunette hair cascaded down the front of her dress drawing attention to her stunning cleavage. Upon returning, she coyly mentioned that she had removed her underwear. “Check please!” We got up and made our way to the lobby and pressed the button for the elevator. The doors opened and to our luck we got into a vacant car. Once the doors shut she immediately knelt in front of me while I released my rigid cock from my dress slacks. Being as there are only 4 floors to this hotel, we needed to work expeditiously. She pushed her warm mouth over my swollen member and worked it in and out with her hand. I held her hair back and took in the nice view as her lips curled over my shaft. Her eyes were closed as she expertly worked, enjoying giving as much as I enjoyed receiving. As we approached the 4th floor she got up just as the doors opened. Nobody entered so we pressed the button to return to the lobby. She swiftly got back down and I slid my penis over her tongue, back and forth. This time, though, we locked eyes. It was a beautifully, erotic sight. The pleasure was immense but the ride was short as we reached our destination and quickly composed ourselves. A bit worked up, we exited the elevator and turned the corner to one of the hallways that led to meeting rooms. We checked each of the doors, but they were all locked. One of the doors was isolated in an alcove off the hallway. I moved my wife into that area and got down in front of her as she lifted her dress, exposing her finely groomed vagina. She was already moist as I took a long, vertical lick; parting her pussy lips as I did so. In response, she let out a long moan and grabbed my hair as she motioned my tongue up and down on her. This continued for a few minutes until we heard some movement at the end the hallway. I gave her a final, long stroke and pulled her dress back down. Composing ourselves again, I took her hand and led her down the hallway where we found a stairwell. Once inside, I pushed her against the railing, got down on my knees and lifted her leg by her thigh. It gave me a great angle to continue licking her dripping pussy. She bit her lower lip and closed her eyes as she was lost in the pleasure. She grabbed my head tighter, directing the penetration to where she needed it, softly humming with each pass. We heard a door close as someone entered the stairway on the floor above us. I let her leg back down and we exited out a door to the outside courtyard. In the courtyard there was gazebo with two egg-shaped, wicker chairs that were suspended overhead. This was the perfect place to continue what we had started. I placed her in one of the swinging chairs and she was able to easily spread her legs through the side supports. She lifted her dress as I got on my knees before her. This time I started by inserting two fingers deep inside her as she let out a deep exhale. In and out I penetrated her, vibrating back and forth until my fingers were wet with her juices. I leaned in to suck her swollen clitoris as I removed my fingers from her vagina and placed them in her mouth. She moaned as she cleansed them with her tongue. To replace my fingers, she moved her hand down and began to stimulate herself as I continued to orally pleasure her. Sensing it was now my turn, she pushed me back. I stood in front of her as she unzipped my pants and fished my pulsing cock from my trousers. I held onto the arms of the chair as she sensually massaged my penis. Softly teasing my bulging head, she tasted the pre-cum that began to leak from all the sexual tension that had been building. Taking me deep into her throat, I was getting lost in the erotic moment, but still managed to spy our surroundings to make sure no one was around. So far, all was clear. After a few reflexive twitches of my cock in her mouth I was getting close to ejaculating, but felt it was too soon. I like to make sure she gets her orgasm before I do. I pulled my shaft out of her mouth and sat down in the other chair. She stood up, lifted her dress, turned and guided my cock into her from the rear. The suspended chair offered a perfect penetration position as I grabbed her thighs and slid my cock in and out from behind. Her breaths were getting quicker and heavier as she grabbed onto the chair and pulled me deep inside. We were both on the verge of climax when we heard the door from the hotel to the courtyard open close by. A security guard passing through interrupted us with “Guys, you can’t do that here”. My wife slid off of me and all she could muster in reply was, “Umm, ok”. He must have gotten a good look at what was going on, but he didn’t linger while I pulled up my pants. Well, now we were really pent up so we headed back to our room. In the ride up the elevator, I got on my knees, pushed her to the wall and licked her some more on the quick ride to the 4th floor. We hurried back to the room and out to a chair on the balcony. She pulled off my shoes and pants and pushed me down. She started sucking me again while she loosened the knot of her halter top, exposing her natural, gorgeous breasts. Leaning forward she placed my dick between her cleavage and started to tit fuck me. She cupped her hands around her nipples and applied just the right amount of pressure as her mouth was eagerly waiting to suck my head each time I pushed up. The warm saliva from her tongue was lubricating her chest, making the feeling intense. Once again I was getting close and needed to make sure to slow down before I went too far. I pulled back and she stood up and took her dress off completely. Remaining in only her high heels and jewelry I entered her from behind as she steadied herself by holding onto the railing. As I slowly slid into her, her pussy contacted over my shaft and expanded as I pulled out. While I penetrated her, I massaged the bottom of her vagina with my thumb. Her necklace tapped against the railing and her earrings and bracelets dangled as I pumped her with each thrust. Anyone walking below would have gotten a good view of this show. The adventurous foreplay of the evening had brought us to our sexual pinnacle. I could feel her tunnel tighten over me as her cries of passion increased. I knew she was close and I could feel it building inside me as well. I pushed faster and deeper until passing the point of no return; releasing into her a draining climax which simultaneously set her off. Her back arched and she let out an uncontrollable scream as her orgasm came in waves. We stayed in that position for a few moments while our pulses returned to normal and our bodies cooled and relaxed. We laughed about it later that we may actually be exhibitionists. Though we don’t consider ourselves as such, it was indeed thrilling to fool around in this public place while trying to be discreet. Who knows, there may even be some security footage of this erotic evening.