Sexy Scribe

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.

My name is Jackie, I’m blonde with a 36DD bust (which many men find attractive). It’s a real story about my first case, I was 39 at the time.

I worked in an office as sales manager when a new manager came to work for the same company. My job was to travel to meet clients in their offices, and sometimes my director also came to meetings.

In time, our relationship got closer and although I was perfectly happy with my marriage (and satisfied with my husband’s love), I began to fantasize about Wyn. One day, we arrived at a customer’s parking area before our scheduled meeting and we spoke occasionally in the car. I reached the back seat for my briefcase - an act that twisted me next to him with my face quite close to his. He took the opportunity to take my face in his hands and kiss me tenderly on my lips. I was surprised but also happy and responded to this first kiss. He’s not surprised that he pushed his tongue into my mouth and I got more excited, I did the same thing to him. One of his hands caresses in front of my blouse and he has no doubt that he can feel my nipples erect.

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.