Month: April 2010

Gangbang At the Adult Movie Theater

Last summer my wife and I went back to my hometown for my 25th year HS reunion. We got to the hotel on Friday night and my wife was horny and we had a quick fuck before heading out to meet my old friends. There were 6 couples and my wife was the hottest and didn’t mind dressing to show a little cleavage. On the way back to the hotel we went by the old theater on the edge of town and it had turned in to an x-rated movie theater. I joked with my wife about stopping in and she said sure but I kept driving.

The next day we played golf with my old friends and then went to the reunion. We figured we had enough time with my old friends and it was getting lame so we headed out. As we were leaving my wife said lets go to the x-rated movie theater and we headed out.

When we got there we paid and found a place on the side. There were 3-4 other guys there and one other couple. A good porno always turns on my wife and she was definitely feeling it and started rubbing my crotch. I undid my pants and she grabbed my cock and started stroking and sucking me. It was a turn on for both of to know others around us could see my wife sucking me off. She was stroking me fast and it did not take long and I was filling her mouth with my cum. Rather than swallowing it she put her mouth to mine and we exchanged my cum both getting a taste.

Okay Just One Drink

I’d had my new job for about 5 weeks, so I was familiar with most of the guys at the office, but I was still trying to fit in. As an office manager for an accounting firm I was both in-charge of the office and yet still subordinate to the accountants. It’s a rather difficult line to walk and it’s always easier if everyone likes you. Most of the guys in the office are under 35 and unmarried, so it is no surprise that they like to party at the end of the day.

Being 42 and married for a little over a year to a cute 32 year old brunette…I preferred to go home in the evening.

We had just finished an office wide meeting and I was anxious to head out the door. It was my wife’s birthday and she was picking me up from the office. When my co-workers and I reached the lobby, a few of them whistled. My wife was standing there blushing, in a very short, sexy red dress that I had never seen before. She obviously had plans for dinner at a nice restaurant. Marcus, a young partner at the firm, said, “We always have a drink at the ‘Poison Apple’ after work…why don’t you two join us before heading off to dinner?”

Fool that I was, I said “How ’bout it, Linda?” In a way that made it clear she should say yes.

“OK…But just one drink, we have reservations in a little over an hour.” She was a trooper. She knew that I wanted to be ‘one of the guys’. Besides, one drink couldn’t hurt.

Army Camp Gangbang

We had been invited to an army camp to collect an award for my wife’s late father. They were having a Naafi dance that evening and we were invited to attend and as the camp was in the middle of nowhere, we were provided with a room for the night.

The dance started off very slowly as the WRAC’s who were coming from the next camp, some distance away, were late in arriving. There were a few officers wives and daughters but the men far outnumbered the women, so Vy was in great demand for dances. As the evening drew on, it was clear that something was wrong and that the girls were not going to arrive. At last it was announced that there had been an accident, nothing serious but as it had delayed them so much and as a lot of the girls were shaken up, that they returned to their camp.

So now that the men knew there would be no girls arriving, Vy was in even more demand. I noticed as time went on, that some of the men were holding her very close, they were getting very intimate on the dance floor and Vy looked very flushed.


When Diana returned from the gym, she called out a greeting and dashed upstairs to change. I sat down and bided my time, waiting patiently on the hunter green sofa in our family room. The bouts of rhythmic flexion Diana regularly forced her lean muscles to endure sometimes sparked the fires of her always smouldering physical desires. I smiled, a little anxious, slightly pensive, wondering if I could manage to get burned. I counted on the fact that Diana liked the release of a good romp after tensing up for her daily work out. The outside chance made it worth my while to sit patiently for a bit, anyway.

I envisioned her as I waited, teasing myself. Diana’s not a tall woman, a full head shorter than me at least but because her body is so lithe and well proportioned and because she literally bounces through life, vibrant and energetic, Diana seems tall. Her eyes shine a vivid blue with a piercing and engaging gaze, refusing defiantly to shy away from even the most provocative stares, hungry glances she all-too-often compels in the lucky men who witness her approach. In a way, I think Diana’s delicate features bear lasting tribute to the regal beauty of continental aristocracy, undeniably pretty, radiant with her constant sense of delight. I have often said that Diana bears a strong resemblance to the portrait of the Princess Anne of Austria just before she married Louis of France. They both have this engaging look in their eyes.