Category: Cuckold

World Cup Fucking

World Cup fever was running rampart. Cars drove down the street flying their favorite nationality flags.

My husband Rick had planned a “World Cup Party” for the guys to watch the final game on out big screen TV.

He had invited fifteen of his buddies and spared no expense to entertain them while they watched the match.

The Recreation room bar was well stocked with every king of liquor and beer you could imagine. A catering firm had been contracted to provide a smorgasbord buffet for the guys.

“There is one thing I would like you to do for me to make it a day the guys will remember Sweetheart.” Rick said.

“What’s that?” I asked curiously.

“Fuck them.” My husband asked bluntly.

“Excuse me?” I didn’t think I had heard his correctly.

“I want you to fuck the guys.” Rick repeated.

“All of them?” I couldn’t believe what he was asking. 

“Do you love me?” Rick asked.


“Then you will fuck them all for me.” My husband ruled.

Thus it was decided that I was to be the slut for fifteen guys.

Rick and I were not monogamous as we had done our share of swinging but always together. 

I had never fucked another man without my husband being included in the threesome or foursome. 

This was completely different as I was to be gang-banged by fifteen guys while my husband watched.

“Do the guys know?” I asked.

“I told them I may have a special surprise for them.” Rick smiled.

“Rick, I know all these guys, most of them are married?” I brought to his attention.

“No guy is going to turn down the chance to fuck you.” He grinned.

Unfortunately I knew what he said was true. At twenty-eight I knew guys found me attractive and I got hit on numerous times wherever I went unaccompanied. My 38DD bust, nicely rounded ass and long, shapely legs were like bait for guys on the prowl. 


Back Alley Cuckold

At the time of this story I had been in a committed relationship with Mimi for around two years. I guess you would have called her my girlfriend, however she had dropped the word ‘marriage’ a couple of times and it was obvious she wanted to take things further: Our relationship appeared rock solid. Perhaps I should have proposed, as it may have stopped the chain of events that subsequently unfolded.

Let me give you a little background. Mimi was a 24 year old Chinese girl who came to America from HK to study. She was 5 foot 8, she had a cute little bob of straight black hair, a slim athletic figure with the perkies little tits I had ever seen. She had the most adorable little butt and like most Asians, she had beautiful smooth milky skin. She was lively and outgoing. Our sex life had been fantastic.

One Friday night we had gone out drinking at the bar with some friends after classes. It had been a long night and everybody was generally wasted. Almost all of our friends had gone home and we had just called a taxi for Dave the last remaining survivor (aside from Mimi and myself). He mentioned he wanted to get some air while he waited and headed out the front. The bar was still in full swing, it was college town, but you had your regular mix of patrons. Mimi and I took a couple of stools at a small table trying to decide if we were ready to take make the trek home. She looked beautiful, in one of those tops that draped around her shoulders, covering her breasts at the front but leaving her whole back exposed. When she bent forward the cloth teased you by almost giving a direct line of site to her breasts. She was wearing a short tight skirt and no underwear. Having been dancing all night she had a fine sheen of sweat and a couple strands of her hair were plastered against her forehead and cheek – almost giving her a ‘just been fucked’ look. We had barely sat down a minute when a busty blonde waitress brought us over two shots: ‘from your admirer over there’ she added, giving us a quick smile before she quickly turned away. Both Mimi and I turned to see a guy, probably in his mid thirties raising his pint of beer as if to toast us, his eyes scanning my girlfriend’s body as he did.

I was a little infuriated, as if buying us a drink gave him the right to blatantly ogle my girlfriend in front of me. But we were both pretty drunk and Mimi turned back around to me, laughing and almost falling off her stool in the process. I smiled, we took the shots and our conversation moved on. It was clear however that Mimi had not forgotten her admirer as every now and then she took a quick look over his way. My heart was racing; did she actually have some sort of interest in this guy? For some reason beneath my irritation I was starting to get aroused by the fact my girlfriend seemed turned on by this random guy.

Following a short pause in the conversation I asked her if she wanted to go over and thank him. She turned around, this time staring at him for a couple of seconds before turning back. ‘you think so?’ she asked, almost rhetorically, before answering her own question with a quick ‘OK’. She popped off her stool and started over to the guy. Again my heart rate jumped a notch, knowing of course that nothing would come of this. I watched her make her way across the crowded room towards the stranger. He was seated with a group of around 4 other guys seemingly engaged in their own conversation. It was at that time that a bunch of people blocked my line of sight. Being fairly drunk, my mind wandered and I scanned the room for the waitress with the hopes of ordering another beer.

After finally getting my beer, I managed to catch a glimpse of the table again. Somehow Mimi was now seated in the middle of the group of guys and they were all listening attentively as she seemed to be telling them some sort of story. The music thumping and I had no idea what she was saying, but her smile was beaming and she seemed not to have a care in the world.

Just then at that moment she turned to me and gave me a huge smile a cute little wave. Most of the guys turned to look my way but I quickly lowered my head and started tearing up the little cardboard coaster that came with my beer. What the hell was going on? – she was supposed to just go over there and thank them. I had not notice before but all the guys were well built, as if they were some sort of well dressed sports team. My mind was swimming with lust, rage and alcohol, I started to actually become erect: what if one of these guys made a move on her?

Fumbling with the now shredded coaster I dropped a couple of pieces to the floor. In bending down to retrieve them I looked across the room and under the table I saw that the two guys on either side of Mimi had a firm grip on each of her thighs. Her legs were spread and her skirt was riding up. It was too dark to see everything but I knew she wasn’t wearing any underwear.

Mardi Gras Whore Wife

“Let’s go to New Orleans for Mardi Gras this year,” my wife Sally exclaimed. “It will be an adventure!” And so we began to make plans to head to the “Big Easy.” Mardi Gras is a full season in New Orleans, with parades, parties, and general merriment beginning around two weeks before the actual day. Folks let their hair down and do things they would never do the rest of the year. Of course, Sally planned on doing something she did the rest of the year as well…fuck strangers.

Sally is a voluptuous former cheerleader with short blonde hair and dancing blue eyes. At age 47 her figure is fuller than it was during her cheerleading years. But like a fine wine that body has gotten more delicious as it aged. She has large round breasts that still stand firm, with nipples that get a half inch long when they are hard. Her belly is round and fertile. Her hourglass figure narrows at the waist and then widens at her broad hips. There are few sights more pleasurable than seeing Sally on her elbows and knees with her round ass thrust in the air and her thighs spread, waiting for a hard cock to plunge into her pussy.

Sally and I got married around six years ago. She had been married before for nearly ten years and had been faithful for the whole time of her first marriage. But after her divorce she became a true swinging divorcee. By the time I met her, she was in her prime. If she liked her date she fucked him. She had been with both married and single men. We hit it off, dated for a year and then got married. When we screwed I sometimes had her tell me about the different men she had fucked before she met me. I was amazed at how hard it made me.

One of the first fantasies Sally shared with me was about her being in a threesome with another man and me. The two of us were walking on a nude beach when we came upon a fisherman. Sally began flirting with him and he soon was kissing her and fondling her large breasts. While I watched, she then got on her knees on the beach and he entered her from behind. After the fisherman came inside her, she than invited me to have sloppy seconds. This first fantasy was followed by another where she was in a beach house with me and four of my friends. Each night she would go to sleep on a couch in the living room. All through the night each of us would wake her and fuck her, living her lying there with her legs spread and our cum leaking out of her pussy. I was surprised at just how horny these fantasies made me.

Then, two years ago, we decided to make fantasy a reality. After her first threesome, Sally became almost insatiable. Soon she had her first gang bang, and then another. By the beginning of 2001 she had fucked many strangers while I watched and participated.

We arrived in New Orleans the weekend before Mardi Gras and checked into the Royal Sonesta. Canal Street was too crowded during the parades so we took the streetcar out to St. Charles. Soon we were yelling “throw me something mister” with the best of them. One of the biggest parades was Bacchus. It was at night and we had slipped into warmer clothes since it was chilly. Sally wore a black long-sleeved turtleneck Without a bra and tight jeans. The nipples of her large tits made little bumps in the turtleneck fabric and you could see the V of her pussy through her pants. There was a surreal carnival-like atmosphere to the evening. Sally saw a man walking with several very long necklaces on.

“Can I have one of those?” she asked.

“Sure, if you give me kiss,” he replied.

The Cottage

Last year, I was recruited by a large international company based in London. The package that they offered me was too good to turn down, and one of the most pleasant perquisites was a working tour of the resorts it owned and managed. My wife, Sondra, was thrilled at the prospect and we lined up her parents to watch the teenagers for the five week trip.

Sondra and I have been married for fourteen years, and have three teenagers, Jessica (12), Todd (9), and Mike (6). We are both 34 and fight the battle against aging, with Sondra winning in spectacular fashion. At 5’4″ Sondra carries a hard, firm body with beautiful legs, a tight ass, slim waist and absolutely marvelous, large, high, round breasts on a perfect 108 pound frame. Always the perfect “lady,” bordering on “prim and proper,” I was looking forward to seeing her in the tiny bikinis and revealing one- piece bathing suits she had purchased for our trip. I had especially enjoyed closely examining the results of her major “bikini-wax” treatment, that left only a short, narrow “Mohawk” of auburn hair around her pink pussylips.

The first leg of our tour took us to the Caribbean for stops on several islands. Our first accommodation was in a beautiful beach cottage, with all the luxuries one could ask for. My duties were light, consisting of being introduced to the management staff and attending a few business meetings, and Sondra spent her free time sunning and shopping.

On the third day, I returned to the cottage to find Sondra putting on quite an erotic show for four college guys, 18 or 19 years old, who were on Spring Break and staying at the cottage next to ours. I had entered the house from the front (which was the second story in the back) and, as I walked out on to the deck, the sight before me froze me in my tracks. To my utter surprise and disbelief, my normally prudish wife was lying on the chaise lounge, sunbathing in the nude. Even more erotic, was the fact that from my high vantage point, I could see four boys avidly staring through the separating fence at my wife’s lush charms. What I didn’t know, but soon found out, was that Sondra was aware of her audience. I faded back out of obvious sight to watch.

Soon, Sondra sat up in the chaise, facing the boys, and began to smooth suntan lotion on her naked body. She glistened in the sun from the oil, and I watched her slowly rub the stuff all over her large breasts and hard nipples, down over her flat stomach and on to and between her thighs. Over the next hour, Sondra turned several times, making sure her audience saw all of her, and once more rubbed her chest with the lucky oil.

My cock had been rock hard for the hour, and now I started to lightly caress it. I think it was only peer pressure keeping the boys from doing the same.

Finally, Sondra stood and stretched, and then turned her back to the boys and bent at the waist to pick up her towel, giving them the perfect shot of her pussy and anus. She walked over to the outside shower and began the most sensuous shower imaginable, lathering up her magnificent body and caressing her nipples and cunt.

As she dried herself, I zipped up in time to meet her as she entered the cottage. She was surprised to see me home and immediately looked guilty. I took her into my arms and told her I had enjoyed her performance on the patio. She blushed and looked down. The lump was obvious in my pants.

“Justin, will you please fuck me? Right now?”

Neighbors Ball Team Party

I could hardly believe my ears as I sat there.

I was sitting beside the pool in Tim Wilson’s backyard, chit chatting with Tim, our neighbor that lived about six houses down the street. Tim was quite a bit younger than I was, having just turned forty I was 9 years older than the 31 year old Tim. Although we weren’t close friends, we would have the odd pint together and just shoot the shit a bit . . . the age difference never seemed to matter. On this particular day we had been talking about the usual male macho topics when the topic of our wives had popped up. Now it’s not unusual to talk about your wife to another man . . . it is however rather unusual though to be talking to him about your wife and whether you wouldn’t mind seeing another man being intimate with her, but there I was in such a conversation with Tim.

“No seriously Brian, you’d share your wife with another man wouldn’t you?” Tim asked with a sense of sincerity.

Being caught a little off guard by such a personal question, I hesitated slightly, which allowed Mac to continue his spiel.

“I’ve always wanted my wife Mary to try another man” Tim stated nonchalantly “But anytime I’ve mentioned it, she simply says that I’m a pervert”.

Tim laughed at his last remark before asking again “So you never answered me buddy . . . would you?”.

I hummed and stuttered, then eventually blurted out a response which would end up changing my whole life, “Yeah, I suppose I would . . . I guess . . . it would be kind of wild thing to do!”.

Tim grinned slightly and then with a real serious look on his face stated, “While I’m glad you think that Brian, because . . . now don’t get mad with what I’m about to tell you, but me and a few friends sort of got friendly with your wife Jackie about two weeks back!”

I sat somewhat stunned before finally inquiring in a dull tone, “What . . . what . . . what do you mean Tim?”.

Tim took another sip from his drink and leaned back in his lawn chair before answering. “Well Brian, I don’t want you to blame Jackie or anything. It was purely a spur of the moment thing and us guys felt rather bad afterwards about it!”.

I sat listening intently, not even trying to interject, as he took another gulp and then continued after a drag on his cigarette.

“But you did just admit that you’d consider sharing your wife . . . it just so happens that you already have and since I’m a nice guy, I’m not wanting to deceive you on this Brian. Why don’t you go grab yourself another beer and I’ll fill you in on all about it . . . you’ll probably find that the whole thing will be a huge turn on for you. I know I would if it had been my Mary in the same situation! So you won’t get mad … Right?”.

I numbly shook my head and muttered “I guess not!”

As I was still sitting there in a strange state of shock thinking of how my wife had been acting kind of distant the last couple of weeks, when I suddenly heard the backyard fence gate swing open. I turned in time to see Tony Brown, a friend of Tim’s coming into the yard.

“Oh hey Tony grab yourself and Brian here a beer!” Tim instructed as Tony headed to the cooler. “Yeah I was just telling Brian about the fun we had with his wife Jackie two weeks ago here!” Tim continued.

My Wife The Cock Slut

After several years of marriage, I found out a really dirty secret about my wife. Simply put, she is a cock crazed slut. She’ll take any cock. It doesn’t matter what size, shape or color. If she can find it, she will suck it dry, and if the person is smart enough she’ll let them fuck her brains out.

I only really found out a few months ago. It started off as a regular Saturday night. We went out for a drinks at our local bar. We’ve gone there for years, and pretty much know everyone there. We said our ‘hellos’ did a couple rounds, and the night began to get fuzzy. Before we knew it, it was closing time. “Last round!” the barkeep shouted. Their were about seven men in the bar. They all looked pretty drunk, I knew two of them. The rest must have been passing through town, since our town was just off the local interstate. “I’ll be right back, just gonna run to the ladies room”. On her way back to where we were sitting on of the men, a big scruffy trucker type, grabbed one of her ass cheeks. “Nice cheeks!”. She turned around and smiled at him. Next thing I knew I was watching her unzip his jeans, pull his cock out, and place it in her mouth.

I just stood there frozen. This was my sexy wife sucking a complete strangers cock right in front of me!. The weird thing was, I looked down, and hand an erection. Another one of the people in the group, a tall black man took out the biggest cock I had ever seen. He pulled her head back and said , “have some chocolate!” she hungrily agreed, and gagged hard on his huge black member. She began to alternate between the two cocks, and the other five men began pulling out there swollen erections.


Fun For The Gang

“Darling, do you remember Leroy?”

Of course I remembered him. He introduced us to married sex with a black man a few months after we were married.

“What about Leroy?”

“He called to ask whether we might spend next weekend together at a resort in the mountains.”

“That sounds like fun. What do you think? Can you get away?

Cindy worked as a fashion consultant and buyer for a large retail chain. The hours were long and it had been a while since she had time off.

“We haven’t seen Leroy in months and I’d love to have a whole weekend together. I think I could get away. Darling, we haven’t had a break for ever so long. It would be our special treat. Oh, and he said he would be with a few friends from his work. They plan to get in some hunting.”

Leroy had been a college chum of Cindy’s. Soon after graduating he married and became a fitness trainer for an NFL team. The team visited our area a couple of times a year and we almost always got together.

“What kind of friends?”

“He didn’t say, but I think he must have meant friends from work. Why don’t you call him and find out more?”

I decided to call that day. Leroy and I had developed a mutual liking over the past three years and I knew he would fill me in.

“Here’s the setup, Bill. Me and a few guys from the team are renting a condo at the resort for the weekend after next. We’ll be coming right from training camp. Two weeks of that place and we’ll be ready to relax. I haven’t seen you and Cindy for a while and thought we might take the opportunity.”

“Sounds great, Leroy. What about your friends? How do they fit in the picture?”

“I thought you and Cindy might enjoy something different. You know, the more the merrier. I can vouch for these guys, Bill. You know the team tests them regularly. Completely clean. They’re real nice, too. All married and well-behaved. I’ve told them about you and they’re dying to meet you both. As I said, these guys are first-class gents.”

Since graduation Cindy and I had become aware of STDs. We decided to see only men we knew, or came recommended by reliable friends. Never strangers.

“How many are we talking about?

“Four, plus me. All nice black gentlemen. I’m sure she’ll like them.”

“Jeez, that’s six of us with me. Do you expect Cindy to take us all on?”

Strip Poker Creampie

My wife and I have a regular poker game with two other couples every Friday night. It had started out innocently enough, but you know what can happen when liquor is flowing and a joint gets passed around.

The other couples, Jackie and Steve, Mary and John were both about the same age as Joanne and myself – 30. Jackie has dark hair and a very hot body that she likes to show off, and Mary is petite with long blonde hair. My wife Joanne is an aerobics instructor who has well defined muscles and just about the best ass on the planet. Her tits are medium sized, but all natural which is just how I like them.

Steve is about 6 feet tall with brown hair and broad shoulders, and John stands a couple inches shorter and has been working out since high school. I’m in about the same shape, as John got me started on the gym a couple years ago.

One night we were playing and after a few drinks and a couple hours Jackie suggested strip poker. Well, that night ended up with my Joanne stark naked and giggling, and Mary in just a thong. I still had my pants on when the party broke up, but Joanne treated me to just about the best fucking of my life when we got home.

She told me how hot she got when she stripped off her panties in front of everyone, and how she couldn’t wait to ride my cock all night. Needless to say, strip poker became the norm and within a month we had all seen everything everybody had.

Steve and John both told me about how hot their wives got after our weekly games. Seems that Joanne isn’t the only one who gets off on a little exhibitionism.

Anyway, at our last game Joanne was the big loser and had just stripped off her panties. She said, “I’m out of clothes again, guess we’ll be calling it a night soon,” as she waved her underpants to us all.

“Let’s play a few more hands,” said Jackie. “Maybe we should have the loser do a truth or dare challenge.”

We all looked at Jackie, who was still wearing her skirt and underwear, but was topless. I was down to my underwear (which were starting to show a wet spot thanks to Joanne’s naked ass) and Steve & John both had their pants on. Mary was the winner and so far had only lost her blouse.

Joanne spoke up and said, “I’m game, let’s have some fun.”

No one had any objections, so I grabbed the cards and dealt another hand. Joanne lost again, and since I dealt that hand I got to put the question to her. “Truth or dare honey, what’s it going to be?”

She smiled at me and said, “Dare.”

I thought about it for a couple of seconds and then said, “Ok, I want you to bend over John’s lap and let him give you a spanking.” John had always admired her ass, I figured it was the least I could do after all the free workout advice he’s given me over the years.

Sail Boat Cruising

My wife and I were invited to go sailing on Lake Erie on a small 24′ cabin cruiser. It was just the captain, his first mate and the two of us. It was understood that my wife, Victoria, would play the part of “eye candy” for any on-lookers in the harbor by wearing her very small thong bikini. She was more than happy to accommodate as she has a great slim body, an outstanding ass and loves to turn on other men.

Victoria did her job very well prancing around the boat until we got out onto the lake where she laid her towel down on top of the cabin, laid on her stomach with her feet towards the back of the boat where we were sitting. She undid her top “to avoid tan lines”. After about 5 minutes of her basking in the sun and the 3 of us enjoying the sight of her great ass, she asked if anyone would be offended if she rolled over without putting her top back on. You know, “to avoid tan lines.” She got the arousing thumbs up from the crew. Wow, there she was, topless with these 2 other guys not 5 feet from her. I was really turned on wondering where she was going with this. I got a really good idea when she asked the first mate to rub some sun tan lotion on her tits since they were now exposed.

The first mate spent at least 5 minutes rubbing her tits and tweaking her nipples and generally giving her a full body coverage rub. This was the first time I’d seen her fondled by another person and I think I was enjoying it as much as the two of them. Victoria got up and pranced around the boat topless for a while. She went to the very front of the boat and pretended to be one of those topless statues mounted at the bow. She was somewhat bummed because there wasn’t much traffic on the lake and she was in the mood to be seen, obviously. Her 3 crew mates were thoroughly enjoying it though.

Wife Gets It

This actually happened about a year ago, while my wife and I were on vacation in Costa Rica.

First, let me tell you a bit about us… we are both attractive, and in our mid-30’s. We have a very healthy sexual relationship, and we enjoy sex on a very regular basis. As the years have gone by, we have tried many things, and explored new fantasies and scenarios. I have a healthy, normal cock, and my wife enjoys sucking it and fucking it.

However, I continued to have this fantasy about a group of well-endowed guys taking her pussy to new limits. Of course, this is a common fantasy with many guys, but I am not sure too many guys would actually want to have it happen.

My wife’s pussy is extremely tight, and even better, she has the ability to contract her pussy while I am fucking her, almost creating the feeling of getting a blow-job while you are fucking her. It is an incredible feeling. The odd thing is that no matter how much we fuck, her pussy always seems just as tight as it was before. In fact, I often look at it, and feel it, just to see if I am having any effect on it.

Well, one night while we were in Costa Rica, we asked the taxi cab drive to take us to a fun place for “adults only”. He obliged, and dropped us off at a hotel on the outside of Guanacaste, Costa Rica’s most northwestern province. This particular place had some great food, bars, and swimming pools. Best yet, it seemed to be filled with attractive couples, from all parts of the world.

As we walked around, we also noticed that everyone was dressed in clothing that did not leave much to the imagination. Conveniently for us, I had told my wife to wear something provocative, so she obliged by wearing a miniskirt with no panties underneath, and a top that made her tits look incredible.

Now, keep in mind that my wife had no intention of doing anything other than watching. I had told her that we would just have some drinks, hang out, and watch people getting it on. Then, we figured we would get a room and fuck our brains out.

Careful What You Wish For

We’ve been married for twenty five years; high school sweethearts and the only sexual partner we have had is each other. Our two kids are off to college and we have more time to ourselves. My wife Annie was brought up in the south by strict, and though they wouldn’t consider themselves racist parents. They believed blacks and whites should co-exist, but separately.

After our marriage we moved to California where I have made a good living in the Silicon Valley electronics industry. Now do not get me wrong, over the years we have been very sexually curious and adventurous. We just have never strayed from each other.

A few years ago while on a trip to Vegas I picked up a nine inch life-like black dildo as a joke for Annie. I knew she had fantasies of being with a black man, actually of being forced to be with a black man, and whenever we watched an interracial video our sex was heightened greatly. So I hoped it might add a little spice to our life and maybe help encourage her to live out not only her but my fantasy of her being submissive to another man.

I was right! The dildo became a big part of our sex life and Annie would refer to it as her Black Master. I would get calls at work and she would tell me her Master just got done using her cunt and mouth. When I got home I’d find her naked on the kitchen floor with the dildo next to her glistening with her juices. She would ask me if I would like to fuck her after she had been used by her Black Master. She would say she hoped he hadn’t stretched her too much for my smaller cock. I would strip and fuck her on the floor while she would kiss me and ask if I could taste his cum.

Poker Game Loss

It was one of those situations I had heard about but never believed. Three friends were over at my house playing poker, and I was down about $300. It was a string of bad luck, really. My hands had been good all night, but someone else always had something a little better. Now, I am sitting here with a ace-high flush, the other three guys have gone in, but I do not have enough money to match them.

“I am short, guys. Can I put in my watch? Its worth $200.” “I don’t know,” said my friend Lenny. “I already have a watch?” “Well what can I do? I have to play this hand.” The guys all smirked, and Lenny said something I never though I would hear. “Bet your wife. If you lose, whoever wins gets to fuck your wife in front of the rest of us.”

The room suddenly was dead silent as the guys awaited my response. I was stunned, but was confident my hand would win. “Let me ask her,” I said. I called Danielle into the room and privately explained the situation to her. Her eyes widened in fear and anger. “We don’t have $300 to lose, you moron!” “I know, babe, that’s why I need to play this hand and win it back. And then some. If I win we get $1000 tonight!” I showed her my hand, and she was confident enough to agree to the wager. “It better not be Lenny, though. I hate that asshole,” she said as I went back to the table.

“OK guys,” said Lenny. “Just to confirm. If any of us win, we get to fuck Danielle in front of the other three. She will be our sex slave and do as ordered.” “It doesn’t matter, because my husband is going to win,” said Danielle confidently. “Well we’ll see about that. Lay them down, boys.”

John, across from me, laid down two pair, a pretty weak hand given all the money that was on the table. Eric, to my right, put down three kings, better than John but not what I had. I put down my flush, and John and Eric groaned, they would not be fucking my wife. I looked over with confidence at Lenny, but my heart stopped when I saw him smiling. He put down three eights and two sixes. A full house. Beat me by one hand.

Danielle screamed “Noooooo!” And Lenny screamed “Hell yes!” He collected his money and put it in his bag, and moved his chair into the corner. He pushed the table against the wall and told me, Eric and John to sit on the opposite side of the room. We all moved over next to Danielle, who was on the verge of tears but was trying to stay strong.

Dream Cum True

My wife Barbara and I have been swinging for about 2 years. In the beginning we would be laying in bed naked and I would play with her cunt and suck her nipples and whisper in her ear. I’d ask her to think about guys with big dicks and how they would feel stretching her cunt.

The thought of seeing a big cock slide into her belly and fill it with cum always turned me on. I told her I wanted her to fuck another guy while I watched. I told her how I wanted to see the big head of a cock slide past her pussy lips and fill her belly to capacity, then squirt his cum deep in her belly and watch it leak out the sides.

To show her how it would feel to get fucked by a huge cock, we used a lot of dildos, Barbara liked to be fucked with the dildos while she sucked my cock. We also used a dildo in her cunt while I fucked her asshole, her climaxes then were really powerful. I loved it when she would beg for me to stretch her cunt with the big black dildo she then said she loved the feel of the dildo filling her cunt and belly and wished it was the real thing in her.

We finally amassed 12 dildos, varying in size from 6×2 to 12×3 inches the 12×3 dildo is jet black and although Barbara said she didn’t like black, but she came real strong when we used it. We took photos including Polaroid’s, 35 mm slides and photos, and of course video. I have several video tapes of her sucking on several dildos alternately.

One time she was blindfolded and I had her sucking the big black cock and mine, while I fucked her cunt with the smaller black cock. When she saw the video she got all excited and started to breath hard again and we started messing around all-over again, she came twice.

She finally agreed to give herself to me totally on my birthday, letting me have her for 24 hours, to do what ever I wanted, no limits. We went to a Motel room made for sex, mirrors on the walls and ceilings, Jacuzzi tub and whirlpool. I set up the video camera and she prepared herself in the bathroom.

When she was ready she came out wearing her high heel shoes, black stockings and garter belt with panties and platform bra. I put a blindfold on her and tied it in back of her head. Her surprise was waiting outside, two guys from an adult contact book, with very large cocks. A good friend of ours had used one of them for his wife and told me he fucked her for 3 hours and left her covered with cum.

My Wife My Slut Her Gangbang

For those of you that have enjoyed the exploits on my beautiful wife Angela it will come as no surprise that she requested her first gangbang for her 35th birthday gift. For those who are not familiar with her let me explain, my wife of 17 years is a beautiful and faithful wife.

I love her with all that I am, she is however a total slut. She never does anything without me being involved in her decision, so for her birthday she requested that we do things a little out of the norm, we usually play with couples, but this time she wanted me to set up a gangbang with a twist, that I will explain later.

The three guys that I had contacted on her behalf arrived promptly at eight. The guy’s had been selected from the swing lifestyle web site. They were chosen on three main points, young, handsome and a large cock, for those of you who don’t knows I am well endowed and she wants nothing less.

I introduced all the guys to her and served the first round of drinks. By ten we were all very comfortable between the wine and steaks; it was time for desert, Angela. Per her instruction I took her to our play room which has a sex swing and a harness for a little BDSM!

She began by unzipping each mans pants with her teeth and sucking them to a full hard-on, I had instructed them to wear no underwear and shave there cock and balls. After she had each one nice and hard, she was ready to have her pussy eat, it was dripping. I watched as strand after strand on liquid ran out of her pussy as she sucked those massive cocks, she had on a very short school girl skirt.

Pool Players

For everything there is a first time. This story is about the first time my husband, Patrick, and I ever partied with another man. Patrick and I talked about opening our marriage, but until that night, it was just talk. But we knew it was only a matter of time before we went all the way, before we invited another man into our bed, into my pussy!

It happened kind of suddenly. We were out at a club, shooting pool on a Tuesday night. The club was quiet, with a total of about twenty people in the entire place. We played leisurely games of eight ball. I enjoyed teasing Patrick with both my words and my actions. I guess I should explain how I was dressed.

Whenever we go out, I always let him pick out what I’ll wear. I started that for a good reason. If I got a man too interested in me, Patrick couldn’t say it was because of how I dressed, because he picked out what I wore. That night, he selected a black leather skirt, with seven buttons up the back, hose, garters, four inch spikes, (which he always called my fuck-me pumps, and a red satin blouse. No bra, no panties.

I must admit, I did look hot! My 38DD breasts pushed against the satin blouse; my nips were clearly visible. Knowing they were so prominent got me hotter, which made them stick out even more. I started the night with five of the seven skirt buttons fastened, and the blouse was buttoned completely except for the collar. I intended to reveal more skin as the night wore on, but for starters, I wanted to leave a lot to the imagination. This club has three tables, and we were playing at the far end, nearest the rest rooms. The only other game was on the opposite end. As the night wore on, I made trips to the restroom, mostly to adjust my clothing. Each time I came back, there was one less button on my skirt and one less on my blouse still buttoned. By ten that night, I was down to two buttons on my skirt, and three on the blouse.

Sir Georges Rules

Peggy and I met in our Sophomore year at a small Pennsylvania College. She was a cheerleader, blond, athletic, dimples, pleated skirt, tight sweater over great looking tits, I watched her more than the game. Later that week, I saw her at the school library, and got up the nerve to go up and talk to her.

We had a lot in common, both from small Pennsylvania towns, both Christian, both conservative, and both with goals in life. We started to date and have been together ever since.

We married a year after College, and moved to Cleveland Ohio. I had a job for a Market Research company, and Peggy taught Art at a Jr. High School. After two years of marriage we had a son, and Peggy stopped work to be a stay at home mom. Over the years, I’ve progressed at work and have become an Assistant Vice President of one of our sales divisions. Peggy started to work part time at a local community center after our son, Josh entered elementary school.

Our sex life has always been great for me. Peggy has never lost her cheerleader body, or her athletic ways. She has always been willing to be experimental in bed, and we’ve tried many things we saw in various porno movies we’ve occasionally rented. As we approached our seventh year of marriage however, I noticed we had fallen into a routine. We’d have sex about two or three times each week, always at night, usually after the late night news. We’d kiss for a while, then I’d work my way down and eat her pussy until she was wet and moaning, I’d put my dick in, and we’d fuck until I came. It usually seemed like she also came, I worked at lasting long enough for her to get off. About every 10 times, she’d start on me, and give me a blow job. Almost never to completion, usually once I was hard, she’d slow down, and we’d fuck instead. We’d done anal a few times, but Peggy felt it hurt and was not that sanitary. I’d stick my finger up her ass during sex sometimes, but she never did that to me.

As we neared our seventh anniversary, I asked her if she was ever bored with our sex life, and did she ever fantasize about another guy. She admitted that sometimes she thought of movie or TV guys, or visualized a person she saw on the street. I felt that was normal, I thought of other women also. The more we talked about these fantasies, the more excited we both would get. Just the mention of another person, and we’d head for bed. Our sex life was actually getting better. Somehow we decided that we’d pick one night and really do the deed. The deal was we’d both find another lover for one night. It could be a co-worker, or a bar pick up, but we’d each do another person, so we’d have a story to bring back to our marriage bed. We also agreed that we’d do it at the other person’s place or a hotel, but not at home. We picked August 14th, the week before our seventh anniversary as the day. We also agreed that we wouldn’t tell each other who we’d be with until after the fact. That way there would be no influence on who we might choose.

At Home Audition

I had not been talking to Tom much after I caught him at my house with my wife. I figured I would let him stew for a while. We still joked around but when ever he tried to bring up another audition for my wife I would change the subject and tell him I thought it was too soon.

One Saturday morning I had just finished mowing the lawn and was putting the mower away when Debbie came rushing out to the garage wide eyed and obviously excited. She was so excited the words came flowing so fast I could barely make out what she was saying. “Mr. Dingle and Ed and Roy and the fat associate producer are all coming over to tell me about my audition in Spike Lee’s new movie and I told them I would fix them something to eat and we need some wine and we need to get everything ready I figured we would eat out back on the patio and I just don’t know what to wear and I am so excited and they will be here around 3:00 and we need to maybe bar-b-que something for them, maybe steaks and ohh what will I wear!!!”

After I calmed her down as much as possible I assured her I would pick up some wine and steaks and help her get everything ready. Inside I was seething. “To think those assholes are coming to my place, my home, in broad daylight, with me here!” I vowed to make a serious attempt to kick Tom’s ass for showing those other assholes where my wife and I lived. My mind was racing as I was tossing steaks in my shopping cart. “How the hell was I going to play this? I had to act like I knew nothing. Worse yet, I had to act like these idiots were legit. I knew that as long as I was there at least they would not try anything with Debbie. I made up my mind to get enough of everything so they would not be able to ask Debbie to send me out for anything.” I cussed them all the way back home.

My Happy Wife

I’ll start my story with a brief description of my wife of twenty five years. I’ll call her Janet. Janet is 50 years old 5’8″, 165 to 175 pounds, short blond hair, big beautiful blue eyes, that make you melt when she looks at you.

Now you might think that being 165 pounds that she is over weight, but this is not case with her. She is perfect, her breasts are large 38 DD nice and firm with large brown nipples, a gorgeous soft belly, perfect mound, and the most exquisite legs you could ever touch in your life. I’ve watched heads turn many times in the past 25 years when we walk down the street. On a few occasions men have complimented me on what a lucky guy I am. On a few occasions men have offered there services.

Our sex life is fine and has been for our life together. I can’t help but think if I’m fulfilling her in bed. I know I’m happy and satisfied but know that many time after making love. I know she is left unsatisfied. Janet says that I’m a good lover and she is happy but I know she just say’s that to sooth my ego. She tells me I’m a considerate lover.

So my question is what is a considerate lover?

My idea of a considerate lover would be someone that makes sure there lover is fully satisfied at all times.

Ralphs Slut

I have worked for the same company for almost ten years. With the exception of the first year and a half when I was hit on by everyone, including the seventeen-year kid in the mailroom, I have been pretty much left alone. Once the office Don Juan’s figured out that I was a married woman who didn’t play around the serious passes stopped and things around the office settled into harmless flirting and some kidding around. I did get a tad carried away at a couple of office Christmas parties, but it never went past some french kissing and a quick feel or two so it came as a big surprise to me when all of a sudden the office wolves were back in force. They were not only after me hot and heavy, but they seemed to think that I would be receptive.

Receptive I was not. I was flattered by all the attention I was getting, what forty-year-old woman with four kids wouldn’t be, but it wasn’t attention that I sought or wanted. One night after a couple of weeks of fighting off the heavy passes, I stopped at a local lounge with some people from work. I had a couple of drinks and I danced with a few of the guys. I was on the dance floor with Herb when he suddenly cupped my breast and whispered, “What say you and me go out into the parking lot for some backseat action?”

I pulled away from him and slapped him across the face as hard as I could. He gave me an angry look, “What the fuck is wrong with you Mickey?”

“What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with you is the question. Where do you get off grabbing feels of me and trying to hustle me into the parking lot like some tramp?”

Cindy Has a Naughty Birthday

During conversations, Cindy had spoken of a fantasy that involved meeting several strangers at a party and then letting them do what they wanted to her. She said she had seen an advert on the internet for a party called “Greedy Girls”. It was to be an occasion whereby the ladies could show off a bit and let a few men enjoy them. As it was Cindy’s birthday as well and she had yet to receive a birthday treat, we answered the ad and were informed of the time and venue. I let her decide what she wanted to wear; knowing that whatever she picked would look great. She went shopping on the Wednesday and returned later that evening with a bag of goodies. She refused to let me see what she had bought though and told me to wait until the Friday night.

Friday night came and Cindy got showered and dressed and put on some make-up. We drove to the house about an hour away and parked up the car nearby. On arrival at the house, our hostess, Emma, met us. She was an attractive brunette about thirty and she wore a tight figure-hugging blue dress. We introduced ourselves and entered. There were four couples there already and a number of younger males, aged between 20-25. The living room was a fair size with a number of three and two seater sofas scattered around. The women were all dressed in a variety of , some quite conservative but some others revealing quite a bit. Cindy took off her black raincoat she was wearing and I saw what she was wearing for the first time. She had bought a new shiny, silver dress that came down to mid thigh and just exposed the lacy tops of white hold-up stockings. It clung to her figure and looked fantastic. She wore a small sparkly pair of shoes. We all introduced ourselves to the others in the room and sat down.