Sexy Scribe

My former boyfriend, Jerry had been away for two weeks, working outside the city and I was waiting for him at his house around 8:00 on Friday night. I was as excited as hell and all I could think was to put him in bed when he came home.

The phone rang around 4:30 and it was Jerry. He told me he was sorry, but he was gonna have to work on the weekend and he wouldn’t be back until Monday. “What am I gonna do, I really miss you,” I said. Jerry said in a pleasant way, “I’m sorry, but you could always go to town and fuck if you want.” I was shocked that he said that and asked him if he was serious. He told me he wouldn’t bother me to do the same. I mean, he said, “Come on, have fun, I’ll see you on Monday.”

John, it was beautiful. How’s your day? Do I still have a bad day? I’m kidding.

“I have a wonderful day,” we whisper gently, a sweet breath dye your voice.

“Wait until you see what kind of NIGHT you’re going to have!” I’m still laughing.

“UH oh”, you smile in response.

“Oh, honey!” I’m sighing. “I forgot. I brought some work to read before tomorrow. Why don’t I clean this up from dinner, and I’m gonna start working. You could go relax, read the paper or take a shower. Sorry, it’s just a few hours of reading. I’ll catch up later if you’re patient.” You sigh too, but smile when you detect the malicious glow in my eyes. “Nite isn’t finished yet,” you think.

Linda and I were looking forward to the party. We had already been there, so we had a pretty good idea what to expect. They held a dance every two weeks, and many couples got a room at the motel for some time after the dance. The last time we went, we were invited to a room, but this time we would have our room.

We got there early and registered for the room. Then we went to the room. The motel is one of those two places of history that seem to be everywhere. Linda changed into her little red dress. She wore it without bra or panties, and when she leaned on her breasts, she almost fell off. She could put a show in two directions at once.

“This guy and his wife like to have key parties,” Emily said. “The guys throw their keys in a pile and the women take out a set and go home with the guy who belongs to the keys. "

“What? They don’t really do it like that, do they?” I asked him. I was intrigued, stimulated, really. I read and dreamed of these things, but I never thought they were true. I thought people were just telling stories, dreams, I’d say. My wife, barely 28, made me meet one of those “keys.” Apparently, when I told Emily about these things, I made an impression, and because Emily has a hot pussy, I guess she herself was excited by the thoughts, especially knowing that I could give her approval to fuck other men.

Our car was in the garage for repair and they didn’t have a spare “lender”, so my wife, Angel, (who is a beautiful, small 26) and I had to travel downtown on the suburban train. Where the train is full and must stand. We didn’t know how well we were where, at the next station, dozens of people started riding and where we took over like sardines.

In the crush, Angel and I, where we were separated, I could see the top of his head on the crowd. They’re mostly businessmen on the train, so it wasn’t surprising that Angel was surrounded by men… but the funniest thing is that they’re all facing Angel, we expect a group to face different directions. The lûché train and a hole appeared momentarily and I could see that Angel’s mini skirt was around her waist and panties where pulled by her knees. One guy fingered her pussy, another kiss. Her top has been removed (she doesn’t need a bra) and 2 more where to play with her breasts.

Oh, man! His mouth feels good on my dick! She keeps doing this and she’s gonna have a real face. But she loves to swallow. She’ll never have enough dick and who am I to deny it? I tell her what I’m typing and it really turns her on. The more I type, the more she sucks.

Before you tell you what she did, let me tell you about us. My girlfriend Kathy sucks my dick. She’s 42 years old but doesn’t seem to be over 30 years old. It’s a natural redhead, but I couldn’t prove it, because it shaves completely. She’s in great shape and has a smile to die for. My name is Frank; I am also 42, I train three days a week, and I do not want to boast, but I am rather well hanged; Eight inches to be exact. I met Kathy by a common friend almost a year ago and moved in with her a month ago.

Mom went out shopping with her friends and Dad was at work, so I went to her room, like I did before when she left for a while. I took out her sexy lingerie, her stockings, and her highest heels, about 5 inches. I unpacked and put her stuff on, and I was standing in front of her mirror when Mom came in on me.

“Honey, why are you wearing my stuff,” she asked. I jumped and said, “Because they’re so beautiful and you’re so sexy in them. And because I wanted to wear something you wore”

Even if I wasn’t looking forward to having friends tonight, I had to admit that dinner went well. My ribs slightly made me laugh at Steve telling us how he was trying to get into his high school football uniform and divide the crotch wide open. You suggest we’re more comfortable in the living room so we all filled our wine glasses and we went to the living room. Dimly lit and soft music playing the furniture filled quickly so I sat in your knees. Brian (who is never without a story) starts telling us the problems he had in chemistry at university and demanded tutoring. He told us that the only thing he learned from his tutor was the right way to fuck his fingers and we all laughed. Of course, this leads to the business of our erotic school stories.

It was a random encounter with the girl next door. It didn’t happen on purpose, I never wanted or wanted it to happen, that’s all. About two months ago, I and my wife Dorothy were invited with our neighbors to celebrate their 19th anniversary. My name is Jack and I’m 29. My wife is a pretty little redhead and her name is Dorothy. She’s a year older than me and at that time we don’t have children. We talked about it, but we kept giving it up because of our two jobs. We have good jobs and right now none of us were willing to give them up so we could start a family. We didn’t want to have children until we could spend the time with them.

My husband and I always fantasized about me. When we fuck, he would tell me how much he would like me to get fucked by four guys or more at the same time. In return, I told him about the times I fucked before our wedding and he was really excited to hear me describe how their dicks felt going inside me and banging in my mouth and pussy.

I finally left my office and found a job in a club as a barmaid. I would dress as sexy as possible with heels, short skirts, a hose of panties without panties and either dumbbells or blouses through without bra. Every time I served drinks, I made sure to exhibit as much as possible. I had a lot of guys asking me to do all kinds of things, but I never did anything with them. I was going home and I was telling my husband what they had asked me to do and before I knew we were going to fuck and we were both talking about getting fucked. I never fucked anyone before the day we went to the beach.