Sexy Scribe

It all started the day I first met my girlfriend’s parents. I was 19 at the time and my girlfriend’s mother was only 37 years old. I fell into lust with her almost immediately. Her name was Karen and she had 5'6" Auburn hair and the most beautiful pair of legs I’ve ever seen. She was sitting on an inclination with her legs up and she had a pretty short skirt. I was hoping we’d take a look at her skirt, but I couldn’t make it too obvious.

It all started on a Saturday afternoon when I came in after mowing the lawn. Mom jumped me from behind the door and started tickling me ruthlessly.

“Gottcha!” she shouted and began to circle me against a wall. I started laughing and tried to fight Mom’s fingers for their torture. Know that if I didn’t run away soon, Mom would make me cry so loudly.

We’ve done things like that since I was seven. In the morning she woke me up for school by jumping on the bed where I slept and she started tickling me until I begged her to stop. But usually I even had the following weekend, because at the time Dad had to leave for work very early so Mom slept late. While she was still asleep, I was going to leave nowhere and land on her bed, bouncing us both up in the air. As in the past, we started to place ice cubes in shirts, water balloons coming from nowhere and when we worked in the garden, we vaporized with the garden hose (although once we weren’t out when it happened). What a mess!). Basically, we acted more like best friends than mother and son.

Erica’s first year after university proved very disappointing for romance. She made friends, but she didn’t find anyone to play with. She went through her wardrobe and chose a outfit for a night in town. First the black stockings attached to a belt of satin stockings. Then, a pair of almost luminescent white panties, followed by a loose silk blouse and a skirt above the knee. Finally, a few medium heels, a custom jacket, a little light makeup and perfume. Erica decided to head to the Max Club, a bar on the north side that was not too busy. That night, the crowd was so small. It didn’t take him long to get the attention of a big blond. He wore a leather jacket and a black jeans. He hung on to his table with another bottle of beer she was drinking.

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.

Before I start, I should give a brief description of my wife, Julie. She’s 26 years old, she has a 5'3" 105lbs slim with long red hair flamboyant (a real redhead I could add!), blue eyes, and a set of stern red-lips made to suck the dick. She also has a nice 38B firm pair that just ask to be sucked and pressed. Its lower half is even better, measuring at a beautiful 36 inches with a meticulously cut pussy to expose its soft and tender lips. Julie also likes to give head & get fucked doggystyle. My wife can also sometimes be submissive. One of my fantasies is to watch my wife serve more than one man at a time. This is what happened a few weeks ago.

We’ve been walking around for several years when Tom, my husband, started talking about me, taking a black guy. I forced him to interfere, but deep down, I can’t wait to feel a big black dick inside me. It was always taboo when I grew up in a small southern town. I had always heard that black men were hanged well and that my husband was a little short in this department. I finally agreed to put an ad in our group of swingers to see what we could find. We both went through the answers and picked a guy who came across our city quite often since he was a cuckoo driver. We organized a meeting with Gene just to get to know each other a little bit and see if we all wanted to meet each other. We met him for a drink the next time he was in town and decided to set a date for the following week. I knew as soon as I saw this guy I wanted him to be my first black lover. He was very muscular, big and beautiful and very nice too. When we went to say goodbye, he asked Hubby if he could kiss me and he agreed. He took me in his big arms and gave me the most passionate kiss I’ve ever felt. I could feel his dick hardening in his pants and it seemed huge. I wanted to fuck him in the parking lot, but I didn’t want Hubby to know how excited I was, so he could step back. Finally, Tom joked: “You have better to calm down or we’ll never get there until next week.”

I’m the average child, with sisters, an older and a younger. My two parents are still married. My story happened five years ago when I was 15. My older sister, Susan, was 18 and my younger sister, Sara, 14. At the time, my two sisters were beautiful. (They turn off now) My elder had beautiful breasts, long legs, and a nice round ass. My youngest sister had started to bloom at 12 and had pretty big breasts for her age.

I love my husband. He’s a good father to my kids, he’s attractive, and a good friend. We have a good relationship and we like to be together. Our sex life is wonderful. I never thought I’d deceive him, but sometimes things “come.”

Keith has to travel often, in his work. During such a trip, the children were no longer in school and since I had to work, they stayed with their grandparents. After work, several of my colleagues decided to go to a local bar for an hour. Lance, one of the new associates, was not familiar with the area, so I offered to take him. In retrospect, I wonder if there was anything Freudian about it.

I get along well with my roommate Martha OK, but since we’re both active women on weekends, we don’t keep the apartment as clean as we would like. We never seemed to be able to find the time to give him the righting and cleaning that he really needed, so we hope to never put him back together. I heard one of my colleagues talking about a friend who hired someone to help clean them up and I immediately realized that that was what we had to do. I discovered the maid’s name and arranged to hire her for a Saturday that Martha and I would dedicate to our task. With three of us working, we should be able to do wonders in one day.

This story started a year ago. My husband and I made arrangements to send our 15-year-old son to a mountain summer camp where he wanted to go for a few months. Then my husband thought we should take a vacation too. We chose Cyprus to spend several weeks.

We did all the planning, bought the tickets to fly over and made reservations in a beautiful hotel on a picturesque beach. We were getting our passports, travel checks and money exchanged when my husband told me he had to go to Japan for business.