Couple

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.

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.

I’ve been seeing you for a while. I should say, literally, see, how harmless that was. I was deeply and passionately in love with Sandy, but unfortunately she was married. Although she knew how I felt, for months we had only occasional lunches. Some time ago, we went to various parks and talked nicely. I enjoyed several foot massages and some hand massages to release tension. Once, I even massaged her. And several times we shared a most delicious hug, but chaste and platonic. We both knew that there was more to our feelings than those “meetings” and we, each in our own way, were hungry more. But we were faithful, at least physically faithful.

I’m sleeping. I’m awakened by the sound of the opening of my bedroom door. However, I do not move, knowing who is there. I hear him undress and feel the blankets pull out. I feel his body warm next to mine. She tracks her finger behind my right ear and kisses my shoulder. His hands come down my body. As they fish in my underwear

I’m riding on my back. We share a deep kiss as I raise my ass so that she relaxes my only clothes. I fire them, the kiss isn’t broken. After a few minutes passionate about kissing, she kisses my body. When she gets to my stomach, her hands caress my thighs, starting with my knees. As she approaches my erotic center, which is standing proud and tall, with her mouth her hands work up there. While she uses one hand to stroke my dick and balls, she licks my dick and uses her other hand to massage where my thighs meet my body. She takes me in her mouth, more and more, giving me a lot of language action. His hand sucks what is not in his mouth while the other continues this work at my joints, moving in my balls and ass too. Harder, longer. As I’m about to go beyond it, she slows down and licks me like a lollipop. I groan, and she continues this blessed torture until she is too much. I fill his mouth with my coming. A little water on the side of his mouth. She embraces her way of raising my body and we share a kiss of soul.

My wife looks like a bitch. She always looked that way to my knowledge. It measures a little more than 5 feet with big tits. Whoever needs a bra to restrain them and prevent undue disturbance. It’s not a striking beauty, but she has that look that guys know. Could be a bad girl for the good guy. Her big mouth and stinking lips add to her slutty look. She didn’t act like a bitch when I met her before I married her.

I found out my new girlfriend Evelyn wasn’t in the mood. She didn’t get upset easily. So I was a little surprised one day by a little mood change, but suddenly. We were at the mall, and she asked me to come with her to one of those chic women’s shops where she was going to leave a dress to be modified that she had bought earlier. She let me wait at the cash register while she went into the dressing room to drop off the dress. When she left, she was in her pleasant and joyful mood, but when she came back, she suddenly seemed distracted and nervous. I was wondering why, but she didn’t say. She only said that the tailor was there, and that he would change the dress but that it had to be measured first. She told me she’d be back and back in the dressing room. It’s funny, but seeing her leave, I was thinking about her body.

I met Jane on the Internet. At the time, we were both married and very unhappy. My wife was very conservative and useless to say that my sexual energies were beyond belief. An occasional glans in the shower and sex maybe every two weeks was equal for the class. Jane was married to a very conservative man who essentially wanted sex with missionaries twice a week.

Jane and I had an online affair for 3 months and during these three months we explored our wildest sexual fantasies online. We thought we’d never meet, so we let ourselves go online. I write emails to Jane asking her to finish them. She’s already finished them. One of my fantasies was to be Dominate on Jane and make her do some slutty stuff. A fantasy I started was to take Jane to a sneaky club and make her suck a guy in front of everyone in the club. Jane finished the fantasy by sucking all the guys in the club.

My new boyfriend asked me to go to dinner with two other couples at his friends’. He said they were doing this from time to time and trying to get dressed for it. I wore a nice “basic black” with a forehead that my boyfriend Dave liked to look down.

The party was fun, but nothing spectacular. The only thing of interest was when our host, Jim, talked about studying hypnosis while taking psyche classes at university. He asked me to let him hypnotize me, and feel a little wild, I left him. He held a diamond pin, and he lit the light in my eyes. He told me my eyes would follow him by moving him slowly. His voice spoke to me, gently and calmly, telling me that I was very relaxed and calm. Soon I was drifting, without worrying about anything, happy to do what he said. He put me well that the usual stage hypnosis tricks, smashing like a duck, not being able to fold my arm. He even had my body stiffened and put my head on a chair and my feet on another, had one of the other girls standing on my stomach. Very weird.

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.