Sexy Scribe

I work for a big airline on the west coast. As an employee, I have an opportunity to travel that most people dream about. Basically, I fly for free, paying only the taxes that a normal passenger would pay. It looks great, except you still have your living expenses in a remote land and our wages are low. Not that I complain, but we must be careful in our planning despite everything we have. That’s why I wanted to stay with my friend Yuko in Japan.

My name is Carol and I live alone in a small two-bedroom apartment in a suburb of a big city on the east coast. One of my closest friends is a girl named Lisa. Recently, I invited Lisa to spend the night at my house. We hadn’t met in a while and I thought it would be a good time to talk about girls. We work in different jobs and are far enough away to make a long distance call when we talk, so we usually don’t talk for long.

I was a good Catholic girl and I didn’t allow sex before marriage, despite having many friends. That’s why I was shocked when my husband showed me a contact magazine, and showed me that a man offered to buy used panties from any married woman in London, where we live.

However, we were running out of money, and Hubby, Jonathon, said what harm could do to sell my panties, so he persuaded me to let him answer and arrange a meeting at a local Saloon bar. We met the man, and he seemed very nice, and complimented me on my look, and we had a couple of drinks, and I became pretty excited about this man’s idea of my panties, to deal with, but he wanted, though naughty. Finally, as we had more drinks, I became bolder, and when he invited us back home, I easily agreed to follow the plan.

While we were in bed, I looked at my sleeping wife, Crystle. She was exhausted. I lost the number of times she got orgasmed last night. Towards the last, she seemed to have a constant orgasm.

Me? I could only smoke twice. No, I wasn’t the one who made all his orgasms. No, it wasn’t just a dick. There were four dicks next to mine she loved. One by one. While one fucked her, she sucked another one to have her still hard so he could fuck her again and add another load of hot cum to that already in her tight pussy well fucked.

Another time, around 1995, several families camped at the beach with all our children. My wife’s not very swimmer, so when I took a bunch of kids in snorkeling, she stayed on the beach watching us. I noticed that she was sitting with the husband of one of our friends, a guy who had made no secret of her admiration for my wife, and who had reached under her shirt and grabbed her tits as he kissed her on New Year’s Eve. He pulled his chest out of his bra and played with his nipple under his shirt for several minutes, while everyone sang “Auld Lang Syne”. Several people noticed the movement under my wife’s shirt. The previous year, as they returned from a beach trip late in the evening, he put his hand on his erection. She said she felt it from top to bottom, “tight once” and then pulled her hand off. He pulled his hand back, and shot a blanket at them. Under the cover, he picked up his shorts, and my wife felt his penis smooth and hard. She whispered “it’s not a good idea,” but everyone in the car, except the driver, seemed to be sleeping. She hit him up and down for a few minutes, smelling like he’s getting bigger and harder, and a little pre-cum came out to help lubrication. He started breathing, and she thought he’d shoot fast enough, when the other in the back seat, the guy’s wife, woke up. My wife quickly pulled her hand off and ripped off the blanket, so it was just to cover the guy and his hard-on. In both stories, I suspected there was a little more than she told me.

My wife, Andrea, is still 35. Dark red hair and flamboyant, green eyes, beautiful skin and a fantastic body (36C-24-35). She’s as close to a nudist as I’ve ever met. After our wedding, I realized how much she loved wearing nothing or as little as possible around the house. And I loved it.

One day I came home from work and arrived at the front door at the same time as the paperboy. He’s a nice, handsome guy about eighteen, we said hello and he gave me the paper. At the same time, I opened the door, and there was Andrea naked! The paperboy had a huge smile on his face as his eyes caught in my wife’s big body. Andrea slammed the door and the paperboy left with a big smile on his face.

Elaine and Bob have been my friends for years. I flirted with Elaine and she back but nothing ever happened in real life and Bob never became jealous, he thought it was just part of our good friendship.

One night, they were bored and invited me to dinner and drink. I went straight from work and was warmly welcomed by Elaine who poured us a drink and we sat down and talked. She wore a mid-short skirt with a dumbbell and sat in a chair in front of me. “Daman! She’s a sexy slut,” I thought I felt my dick shaking between my legs.

After the thrilling kiss and the makeup you presented me, how long could I be mad at you? It was stupid even for me to get mad at something so stupid. And the sweetness and love you showed me warms my heart even more. So later that night, after eating steak, I toasted for you, and wine I bought especially for tonight, I hold you close to me, looking deep into your eyes, into your soul. Seeing the sweetness that is there, I hold you near me, my hands on your breads pushing them firmly, with passion. By pressing my lips upon yours, my tongue by seeking your tongue, by seeking your soul. As our mouths melt, I let my hands pick up your jeans and push them down. Oh, Carol, your skin is so soft, so hot. I can feel your warmth getting in your panties. My fingers trace your wet slit through your panties, pressing them into you gently, ginger, with love. You moan in my mouth and start moving your hips in time with my finger. Baby, you’re so sexy… You move your hands from my ass to the front of my jeans and you can feel the passion I have for you there. So swollen and so hard to touch, you help me free my hard cock and lower my jeans and underwear on the floor. I’m hard and in your hand while you hit me back and forth, while I rub my fingers up and down your slit on the outside of your panties. Wanting to feel you, I put your panties’ leg aside and sip my finger in your wet heat… oh my love… so wet and so hot… I run my finger forward in your wet valley of femininity, feeling you’re moving. I’m so glad to see you’re excited about my actions, and I think I’m getting even harder in your hand. We are trapping each other with such a passion for heat that burns with an inexhaustible flame. Soon our lips separate and we look again in our eyes. Our thoughts do not need words, we know other desires. I reluctantly move my fingers from your hot cave and put them on my lips, licking the sweet cream that gathered there. You at the same time move my hard stick and place it at the entrance of your pussy. You rub the tip up and down, imitating the action my fingers were doing on you. Our eyes are closed to each other, and our breathing is erratic because the feeling is so intense.

Last Friday night I was at my good friend Larry’s, I had a few beers and I was watching a movie. His wife Lynn went out with some of her work friends. Around eleven o’clock, we just finished the movie and went to a poker program on ESPN.

Lynn walked a few minutes later and it was obvious that she felt no pain. Clearly, his evening with the girls had cost him a lot. Larry, Lynn and I are old and dear friends, so we talked for a while about what was happening in our lives.

My company put me at the Wentworth Hotel for my class, very nice of them I thought. My class was just around the corner, twenty of us being introduced to a new computer program that was supposed to be the best in the world at that time. The majority of my peers were simply not my kind their lives seemed to revolve around their work, I enjoyed my work but I had other interests. By the end of the first week, I was missing Peter my husband, I was also missing sex being highly sexual that was something I found difficult to do without. Saturday I spent a little shopping and visiting, one thing I didn’t want to do was hang out with the rest of the class crew. That night, I put on a new dress that I bought that day, black, low waist, short and she tied me like another skin. I didn’t bother with the stockings my tan looked pretty good all by itself, just a few nice high-heeled court shoes to finish the look. I had dinner at the hotel restaurant before moving into the cocktail bar, it must have been popular because it was quite crowded. I sat at the bar and ordered a Daiquiri, looking around the room, I noticed one or two attractive guys who quite seduced me. There was also one or two other wives, well dressed obviously with their husband or boyfriend, I seemed to be the only one on their own. I was thinking about finishing my drink and leaving when the bartender put another Daiquiri in front of me.