Sexy Scribe

Husband craves watching his insatiable wife Barbara devour massive cocks, so he snags a shady bathroom ad for pro XXX filming at a steal—$100. Enter the slick cameraman and his surprise sidekick: a ripped 22-year-old black stud packing serious heat.

Naked on their king bed, Barb’s lips stretch around hubby’s seven inches, then greedily alternate with the videographer’s throbbing nine-inch monster—thick head pulsing as she slurps both, eyes locked on the lens. Doggy-style delirium ensues: hubby films one pounding her sopping pussy balls-deep while she gags on the other, switching to capture every slick thrust, creamy close-ups, and her muffled moans.

Tension builds to explosive facials slathering her tits and face in ropes of hot cum, plus a deep creampie flooding her quivering cunt—dripping out in lewd pulses. But with Barb now hooked on BBC, will hubby recruit even hungrier studs for round two?

A few years ago, when I was a senior in high school, my family went to Florida on vacation. We stayed in a beautiful hotel, with my sister and me in a room and my parents in an attached room. The room had only one king size bed, so I and my sister had to share it.

We had fun going to Disney World and all that. One night, something happened that I will never forget. It was late and I was in bed with the TV on. I was half asleep, and my sister, who was fifteen at the time, was watching something about HBO. I could never really fall asleep too easily and wake up completely when I felt a little concussion on the bed.

Finally, you tie your homework for the night and come to my door. Silence emanates from within, so you quietly open the door and look. I’m sitting in a full lotus in the center of my room, with my pants and my belt. The incense burns in small supports on three sides of me, and you can see the sticky thin needles in my acupuncture points, each needle with a small burning dart of incense paste on its tip. I look like a rock, no movement, even breathing. My muscles are clearly defined, as if I were tense in all directions at once, but my pose seems to be relaxed. As you enter the hallway and slide the door closed behind you, you hear my voice inviting you to come in and join me. Since you were sure that you had been silent and had not disturbed me, you nevertheless withdrew into my room and face me, sitting in the Indian style, not yet completely at ease in a complete lotus.

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.