Voyeur

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.

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.

“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.

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.

“Oh, my God, what are you doing?”, my little sister Lita ruined when she entered the room.

I was above the older woman with my hard cock that was sinking and getting out of her hot and hot pussy. She had her legs around my waist and kissed me back as hard as I was hitting my dick at the bottom of her. The woman had not been fucked in a while and she had been hot and excited and wanted a dick in her mouth and pussy. She didn’t care if she was pregnant or not. She just wanted a dick buried inside her and wanted to feel warm and fertile sperm sprayed in her hot pussy and uterus.

Angie didn’t like doing it. There, in front of her boyfriend Rick and her friend Luke, her exposed breasts, and her voluptuous breasts 36 inches of D-cup tied from their bra and clinging on her chest so lightly, she was not particularly happy. At least she wore a set of tights, naked in colour to prevent her being totally naked, but her 38-inch hips were clearly defined as the little patch of pubic hair on her pussy. From size up although its small milky white 32 inches size was on the display as well as its large red nipples. But it was a shame that she had to only serve Rick and Luke a few drinks in this semi-nude state. At 25, and in the bounty of his life, and proud of a body that just dared sex call Angie took it in his footsteps.

For a long time, I’ve had fantasies of being scared by my wife. The whole idea of someone else’s sexual pleasure was driving me wild. I hated her with the idea of convincing her to take a few new lovers so that she would experience the joy of having a bigger and better dick inside her. I thought, however, that it would be a vain effort because she was not the kind of woman who would accept this kind of thing. She needed the sweet love relationship we had developed over the years and would probably not be able to relax and feel comfortable enough to enjoy the experience. I was also afraid that if she mocked someone else he or she would interfere with our daily life. I didn’t want to. Yet at the same time, the fantasy of her sharing with others still raged in me. I wanted her to have sexual encounters and pleasures that I couldn’t provide and be replaced as her sexual partner.