Category: interracial

Happy New Year

On New Year’s eve of 1997 I experienced the most exciting sexual event of my life and I have never been the same since. A dull, boring lifestyle has been replaced with one of unceasing erotic pleasures. But I get ahead of myself, let me go back six months to tell you how this all unfolded.

It started last year with an invitation to a New Year’s party hosted by my wife’s boss. My wife, Joslyn, is a paralegal at a prestigious law firm here in Miami. Joslyn is a tall redhead, 5′ 9″, and has retained her shapely figure even after 15 years of marriage and two kids. Joslyn’s boss is a gorgeous but icy beauty named Eleanor who has a reputation as one of the toughest divorce attorneys in town. She must be tough because she has gone through three husbands and gotten rich in the process. I’ve often wondered what kind of woman really was underneath her ice queen demeanor, store-bought but spectacular breasts and long legs. I even began to visualize myself seducing her, breaking down her coldness in the process. In fact, I had begun to fantasize more and more about other women as Joslyn and I seemed to have sex only once in a blue moon. Lately, Joslyn seemed to need to work late almost every night of the week, leaving little time for intimacy. She would come in at 11 or 12 at night, hair mussed, wearing smeared make-up and go immediately to sleep with no explanation for her late hours other than “working on a case”. As the party date approached I felt less and less enthusiastic about spending New Year’s eve with a frigid wife and a bunch of stuffed-shirt attorneys. Boy, was I in for a surprise.

The party went along as expected, full of dull, repetitive legal talk, until many of the guests began to leave at about one a.m. I looked to Joslyn to see whether she was also ready to go when I heard a voice behind me say, “Why don’t you two stay for the party after the party? I’m sure you will find it interesting”. I turned to face Eleanor, the ice queen herself, who shocked the hell out of me by grazing her hand over my crotch as she walked by. I turned to Joslyn with a quizzical look that was greeted by a coy smile. What’s going on here, I wondered?

Party Time

It had been a long time since I’d been out to have a little fun. Work had been so busy and so stressful. There had been no time for a social life, no time for a man, and definitely no time for sex. My girlfriend, Madeline, had been telling me about this party that happens once a month. It’s supposed to be really wild and crazy. She wouldn’t tell me what that meant. All she would tell me was that it would make my stress disappear. Boy could I use that!

Last week, before I got off work, Madeline gave me the address of the party and told me to meet her there at eight. As I drove home to get ready, I wondered about what I was getting into and what I should wear. As I looked through my closet, I couldn’t find anything really appealing. Red dress, no. Navy dress, no. I was thinking I should wear something a little naughty. I mean, the whole point of this party was to get a little and relieve some stress. I finally decided to wear a cute little outfit that I kept for those particularly horny periods. I mean, this definitely qualified.

Standing in front of the mirror, I looked at myself. I think that I’m a pretty looking woman, not someone I would call beautiful. My red hair is semi-curly, shoulder length and frames my face really well. I have blue eyes and lips that can pout with the best of them. So, there I stood. Little green and red plaid skirt, cut just to above mid-thigh. A white shear blouse, white bra just barely outlined under the blouse. A pair of knee-high white stockings and a pair of plain white cotton panties. Days spent in Catholic School had taught me how to really work this outfit. I figured if this didn’t get some looks, then everyone on the planet was dead. Finishing my make up, I grabbed my purse and threw in a box of condoms. First rule, always be prepared and safe. Closing the door behind me, I was ready to get this party going.

Madeline had given me directions to the party. I pulled up in front of a giant house on a hill right outside San Francisco, in Sausalito. The drive way was full and I pulled up behind the last one. Getting out of the car, I saw Madeline running down the drive way. She stopped, and looked me over, “Damn girl, you look ready to pounce!”

I hoped that was a good thing, “Not too much for this, I hope?”

“Definitely not too much. It’s perfect!” Madeline grabbed my hand and pulled me up the drive way to the front door. There were already about twenty or thirty people inside. Some of the women were wearing jeans and shirts, some were in dresses, and a few were wearing teddies. Yep, I fit in just right, I thought to myself.

Madeline wrapped her arm around my waist and guided me to the bar. The bartender was a handsome man, probably in his mid-twenties. He was wearing boxers and an earring. That was it! He poured me a drink and smiled, “Love the outfit. I’ve always had a thing for school girls.”

Cum With Me To The Party

Office Christmas parties. Penny really didn’t like them and never had. It all seemed so forced; getting together with people from work, even those you don’t particularly like, and having a few drinks and nibbling bits of warm chicken nuggets and cocktail sausages on sticks. She’d rather not even be there. But like many others, she felt it would look as if she was being antisocial if she stayed away. She sighed and took another sip from the glass of mediocre white wine she was nursing. She looked around the all-purpose meeting-dining-banquet room that her firm had booked again for yet another Christmas party. A few imitation holly wreaths and piped in jolly Xmas music as background to the bursts of laughter from the salesmen clustered round the open bar. She wondered which one would be first to grope the chairman’s wife or make an offensive remark to the CEO.

Unlike a lot of the female staff, Penny hadn’t made a particular effort to dress up for the party. There was no-one she needed to impress and she wasn’t interested in attracting the lecherous glances of liquored-up office boys or the red-faced old lecher from shipping.

Penny glanced at her watch and wondered how soon she could diplomatically slip away and get home to Mike. She was looking forward to an early night with him.

As she looked up, she was startled to see an attractive woman standing a few feet in front of her, looking her directly in the eyes. Penny couldn’t help staring back. The woman looked strangely familiar. Penny couldn’t place her but it felt as if they should know each other. She was aware of a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach. The woman took a step closer, still staring at her as if trying to communicate silently.

The woman was perhaps just a little taller than Penny, the extra inch or two coming from the four-inch black leather pumps she was wearing. Then Penny noticed the woman’s shoulder- length hair, envying the strawberry blonde color with a hint of copper and gold.

Penny felt almost hypnotized by this strangely compelling creature. The woman was looking at her with an ironic smile beginning to play across her lips. She raised an eyebrow and lifted her chin, still staring into Penny’s eyes.

The Story Of Andrea

This is a story about my first marriage in 1985. Andrea, my wife and I were both students at North Dakota State when we met. I was a junior, and she was a freshman. While I was a city boy (Fargo) she came from a tiny farming community in the western end of the state. At 21, Andrea was 5′ 3″, natural blonde (everywhere), very muscular, pert 34B boobs and when she smiled she had wonderful dimples. A real knockout lady.

When we met, she was not a virgin, but I was only her third lover. For my last two years of school we were inseparable. We lived together the last year, and decided to marry as soon as I graduated. Both of us came from poor families, and knew that once married we’d be on our own financially.

We were in love, and married that June. I was accepted to a Masters degree program in Minneapolis, MN, and we moved there that August. We decided that Andrea would put school on hold for a while and work to support us until I got my degree and could earn real dollars.

In 1985, jobs were not easy to come by, and Andrea scoured the papers everyday, worked with employment agencies, and went on many interviews. As September approached, we were starting to get very concerned about money.

One day Andrea noticed an ad in the paper for Lingerie Models. We discussed what this meant, and thought that here was an opportunity for her to make some serious bucks. We both thought she’d be doing some print ads for newspapers or magazines. Boy were we naive.

Here is what happened on Andrea’s interview, as she told me some months later.

She had to go to a bad part of downtown Minneapolis to a club that advertised “Photograph Live Models”. Once inside, a tough looking black guy named Ed said he was the manager, and to come back to his office for the interview. Ed explained that in this club, guys came in and paid to take sexy pictures of the models. He told her “upfront” that any “extras” the models did, were there own business, he just wanted 20% off the top. Andrea had no idea what he was talking about, but didn’t want to let on, we needed the money.

Ed went on to say that he’d have to see her in several outfits, take some Polaroids, to make sure she’d be okay for this job. He sent her off to the bathroom of his office, with a very skimpily red outfit.

After changing into it Andrea came out, very shy, but she stood in front of him for the pictures. Ed explained that the pictures always came out better if the models were slicked down with Vaseline. So he moved close to her and started to rub Vaseline from a jar on her arms and legs. She felt his hand go into the waistband of her panties, and felt him gently feel her boobs and ass when his hands were in those regions of her scantily clad body. But because he didn’t say anything, Andrea assumed this was innocent touching as he applied the Vaseline.

Ed took a few more pictures, and had her change into three or four different outfits. The last item he gave her was a sheer see through top, and crouchless panties. Andrea was reluctant, but he promised he’d just shoot pictures above the waist, but needed to see her in the whole outfit.

Again Andrea went along with the program. He had her sitting on a bar stool for these pictures, and moved in for a close up of her face. As he stood there, he suddenly put his free hand on her pussy, and inserted a finger before she knew what was happening.

On The Job Training

One Saturday morning I went to work as usual, I was working for a local moving and storage company. I lived in the middle to lower class section of town. I had finished High School about ten years ago and was going to night school. The jobs that we moved seemed to me always to be high-class areas and there weren’t to many black men in that area. Well we got our work order for the day a 5-man job, wow this really must be a hum dingier of a job!

So I rounded up the crew first there was Ray he was the body builder type always trying to show off in front of the women. Then there was Jake a middle aged African American man that would screw a snake if it would hold still! Jerome was the quiet type he had been seeing a woman that worked for the moving company and they had been engaged for quite some time! And the other guy was from Africa and was working on his citizenship we could hardly understand him have the time! His name was Jubalo we just called him Jube for short!

We arrive on the job at 9:00 am and we were a little early, and Ray said “man Big D that’s what they called me these people are going to be pissed at us for being here so early” we weren’t suppose to be there until 10:30. I looked at the name on my work order and it said Cynthia Hartley! And I said ” I guess we will just have to wake Ms. Hartley up” I laughed, as I rang the door bell some maid answered the door and she said that Ms. Hartley was still in bed but we could go ahead and get started with the job!

So we started working and a few hours passed and we took a break and I went in to use the bathroom and the maid had informed me that the one downstairs was out of order! And she said I could use the upstairs facilities. So I went up stairs and as I was walking in the bathroom there was a door that was adjacent to the Master Bedroom, and to my surprise I took my first look at Ms. Hartley and wow was she hot she was standing at the window watching the men on the first floor, I thought for a minute that she was crying, but I listened closer and I disguised a sigh and she wasn’t crying at all she was moaning in ecstasy!

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.

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.

Black Co-Workers

This is a true story.

Yes, I know that one should practice safe sex and I’ll never do anything like this crazy again, but it was a spur of the moment thing and alcohol clouded my judgment. What can I say?

I am 27 years of age and I was married at 18. I’d never been with another man, until several months ago.

I am often teased about my red hair and a slight sprinkling of freckles and my 38-D tits.

At my place of employment we work different shifts. There are a lot of blacks working the swing shift, and I’ve become friends with some of them over the past couple of years.

One is an especially good friend. Jeff and I often joked and talked about sex. We’d kid each other about interracial sex and what our baby might look like. He was so black and I was so white neither of us could quite imagine what our child would look like. Yeah, I know this was a strange relationship, but I was attracted to Jeff and we kidded all the time like that.

GI Party For Jenny

My name is Bill. I’m 27 years old and have been married to Jenny for 5 years now. Jenny is a gorgeous blonde about 5’6″ and 118 lbs. She has long legs that lead up to a tight round ass and 36C breast that would pass any pencil test. She turns heads no matter where we are or what she’s wearing. In fact, it really turns me on to know that every guy in the room wants my beautiful Jenny.

We like to party at several local bars and pubs. I’m a salesman and the social life always helps my business. We usually go someplace where we can dance and talk. I like watching the men check Jenny out. She likes it too. I always feel a little sorry for them when she flirts with them and leads them on. She likes to do this in front of me whenever she thinks I’m taking her for granted or she isn’t getting enough attention. I always have to stop her before she drinks too much and it gets out of control. I’ve gotten into more than a couple of fights due to her flirting.

One day I set up a deal for a guy that owns a bar on the north side of the city. He invited us to have drinks with him later. I told him we would meet him there.

Superbowl Fuck My Wife Party

MY WIFE LINDSAY SHRIKED “I WANNA GET FUCKED SO BAAAAD” while her wet cunt spasmed around my penis. I held her hips tighter, ramming my pelvis into her butt, shoving my cock deeper into that quivering juicy vagina from behind. Her fourth orgasm of our bedtime fucking was the hardest of the night, making her shiver and shake and gasp for air. It was delicious. It put me over the edge, and I shot my load into her cunt.

Drained, her body fell away from my penis onto the bedsheets. Her long dark, reddish hair was matted from all the sweat, tangled from me pulling at it. Her 34B-cup tits glistened with perspiration, her knobby pink nipples pointing straight out for the last 90 minutes. And her shaved pussy, over her long legs, was smeared in a mixture of her pussy juice, my cum and our sweat. That 5-foot-6 frame of hers, a divine size 6, smelled like a gymnasium from our animal fucking.

We’d gotten so turned on talking about our upcoming Superbowl party, three nights away. We’d planned every detail meticulously. She couldn’t wait for it, and neither could I. She even stopped slutting around for the last 2 weeks, a lifetime by her standards. She wanted to SAVE all that sexual energy. We laughed, collapsing on the bed together, that maybe she’d wasted some of that energy tonight, but I assured her that a good slut like her would find all the energy she needed.

The Firm and the Hard

Chris was very pleased with himself. He recently received a promotion to regional sales manager along with a very nice raise at the Thompson Insurance Company, the company where he worked. He could hardly wait to tell Jennifer, his lovely blonde wife of ten years.

One of the VP’s knocked on the door to his office. William Tyndall, the VP over the department came into Chris’ new office and closed the door. Mr. Tyndall casually sat on the edge of the new executive’s desk.

“Hello, Chris,” he said. “Congratulations on your recent promotion. You have moved up very nicely now and have even greater promotion potential within the company, if you play your cards right. Do you know what I mean?”

“Ahh, no, Mr. Tyndall,” replied Chris. “I’m not exactly sure what you mean by playing my cards right.” Chris was really quite naive.

“Now that you are an executive, Chris, please call me Bill.”

Chris was surprised at Mr. Tyndall’s lack of formally. It was almost always grounds for termination if an employee didn’t call Mr. Tyndall, “Mr. Tyndall.”

“Bill” also had the derogatory nickname of “Billy Boy.” It was rumored that if you were ever caught calling him that derogatory name, you would be fired right then and there on the spot.

“Chris, the company has great plans for you. If you play your cards right, fortune and fame will come your way. Well, no, not really, but your future bonuses will depend upon you and your wife. Now that you are one of us, you and your lovely bride, what’s her name? Jennifer isn’t it? Will be invited to participate in other Reindeer Games,” he joked.

“Yes, sir, my wife’s name is Jennifer.”

“You two have been invited to join our exclusive club which meets for drinks and dinner every Saturday night at the Thompson estate. You and your wife should really get dressed up for an intimate night of dining and dancing. Ol’ Man Thompson really knows how to throw a helluva party.”

“Let me check with my wife to see if we can make it, okay?”

“Sure, sure. Go ahead and check with the little lady. Oh, by the way,” Bill said. “Have you two ever done any swinging before?”

First Time Gangbang At the Frat House

It was a week after my 18th birthday that I met Davis. He was 20 years old and at college. He had taken me out a few times and we had sex in the back of his car, twice. He said that he would like to do it in comfort and invited me back to his Frat house. I had really enjoyed sex with Davis, he was considerate, kind and a good lover. I was completely besotted with him and would do whatever he asked of me.

On the evening we where to go to his Frat house, Davis had asked me to wear a very short mini skirt and a small top that would show my bare midriff. We arrived at the Frat house and I really didn’t know what to expect. I was very embarrassed as we walked through the main lounge. There where lots of guys there and they were all staring at me. Some of them gave wolf whistles. Davis shouted hello to some of them as he escorted me straight through them and up the stairs to his room.

Julie Gets Ganged Black

It began as any ordinary day. Julie was in the kitchen, cooking breakfast for me and our lodger student James and listening to the radio. As I came down for breakfast, I notice Julie was a little nervous. I could tell that there was something else bothering her. Maybe the prospect of her date with James at the end of term dance at the university that evening.

Julie went out shopping to find something to wear that evening, she arrived home and with barely a wave to me took off her clothes and jumped into the shower. To my delight Julie asked me into the shower and told me I could help wash her for her “date”. It was a sexy high to sponge down my gorgeous wife’s body knowing tonight her lily white flesh would be entangled with a black man.

Julie rebuffed my attempts to kiss her or overly fondle her and she seemed to enjoy watching me suffer cleaning her body. Finally she instructed me to sit on the toilet and watch her rinse her body. Julie allowed me to towel dry her sexy body off and then go to the bedroom where she had me rub scented cream on her. I couldn’t imagine anything sexier then watching Anna looking in the mirror as she put on her earrings.

I lay back on the bed and watched as my wife picked through her dresser drawer and pulled out a very sexy white, see through g string. She slipped them on and it was easy to see her blonde pubic bush through the sheer material. My cock was straining in my pants as it stiffened into an erect state. I couldn’t believe how turned on I was getting.

She turned to me and said, “What do you think so far? Do you think this might cause a stir?”

Pre Wedding Party

One of the best times I have had in my life sexually was over a two-day period where at the end of it I found myself married once again. The woman I was to marry turned out to be a , and I was very happy to find out that she would do anything and everything, my kinda woman!

It all started the day that our friends came up from where I lived to where my fiancee lived, and where we were set to have our wedding in just a few short hours. The couple, Rod and Bobbie, had been friends of mine for a very long time. There was always sexual tension when I was around Bobbie, and she had made it clear on more than one occasion that . Rod also wanted me to fuck her as well, but until that weekend it was always just talked around and they never made any serious moves to make it happen. I loved the teasing, and I loved the both of them, so I decided to wait until they were ready for it to happen, and if it never did then so be it. Little did I know just how exciting it was going to be when it finally did happen.

So they came up to the Quad Cities to join my fiancee, Jennifer, and me for a night out on the town before we tied the knot. We were all pretty poor at that time, and didn’t have the money, or the time, for anything else, but we were determined to have as much fun as possible. We had all spent time together before, and we had even fucked in front of each other and watched porn movies, but as yet had never had any more fun than that. It was all about to change.

Insane Mexican Gangbang

The first time that I ever had sex with more than one guy was when I was on a trip to Mexico with my girlfriend Clarisa. We were both and seniors in high school. Our parents let us go down to Cancun as a pre-graduation gift. One night we were completely drunk in this little… seedy Mexican bar. It was very warm and tropical so we were wearing bikini tops and mini-skirts. Clarisa was wearing flats but I wore my white pumps. We were both a little sunburnt and glowing in the balmy night air.

Clarisa and I were having a great time singing and drinking and laughing when this really gorgeous Mexican guy came over and introduced himself to us… especially to me… as Pedras. We talked and danced for a couple of hours… then he asked me outside for some air. I told Clarisa I’d be right back. She was already talking to some other guys so she really didn’t even notice.

He took me around the corner into this pretty dark alley- like side street where his car was parked; we kissed on the hood and eventually got into the back seat. I was really drunk and just having an awesome time kissing and groping this very handsome and exotic… dark guy. I slipped my bikini top down and let him suck and squeeze my . My legs were spread and he was between them. I knew what was happening when I felt him pull my G-string to one side; and I was loving it.

Two For One Asian Style

My relationship with Michiko lasted 2 years. Two years that were full of surprises- not least our first date- a threesome with her and one of her closest friends. That was just the beginning, this story documents the events occurring during a trip to Hawaii with Michiko and her friend Noriko.

Things began to get interesting one night when the three of us were at a night-spot not far from our hotel. We danced for a while then found a place to sit. Michiko and I were talking when I noticed that Noriko seemed preoccupied with something. I followed her gaze and found myself looking at a group of black guys dancing near the front of the dance floor.

A couple of them had lost their shirts and the disco lights reflected off the black skin, highlighting their muscular physique. I looked back at Noriko who was still watching intently then I nudged Michiko and, with a nod of my head, let her know what Noriko was up to. She smiled at me and I winked back at her. I leaned across to Noriko and said, “See something you like?”

“Mmm.” Noriko said dreamily. She looked across at us and didn’t seem surprised to find both of us looking at her. There was an excited gleam in her eyes. She leaned forward and said, “I wanna be fucked by a black guy.”

The Bachelor Party

Wendy and I are both in our late twenties. She’s 5’6, 110 lbs., 34c, light blue eyes, and a natural redhead. Wendy has these beautiful soft thick lips… just perfect for blowjobs. Being a Natural redhead, her pubic hair is red and very soft. We’ve been together about 4 years, married a little over 2 years. She’s had a few boyfriends before me, but I could tell she was very inexperienced Sexually speaking. Wendy is a very modest woman.

She wears a one-piece bathing suit in public. I’ve tried to get her to dress and act sexy in public, but she won’t. I’ve even tried getting her drunk and having my way with her on a secluded beach without any luck. However, when I get her in the mood at home she’ll do anything to climax. She’ll get this look in her eye that says “please take what you want… just let me cum.” I love to hold off bringing her to a climax just to tease her. She’ll start moaning and promising her body to me anyway I want it, just let her cum. She loves my fantasy stories about her and other men. These stories always get her excited and she can always climax during them.

About 3 months ago I planned a bachelor party for my best friend, Michael. Wendy was to order the food and hire a “nice-family-type” stripper. The day of the party, Wendy picked up the food and cleaned the house. The guys started arriving around 7pm and the things began to get loud and rowdy. Wendy was upstairs getting ready for a night with the girls when the phone rang. She came down stairs and called me over.

Discovery of a Slut

Like many women, thanks to what our society promotes as attractive, Lisa did not feel she was beautiful. I didn’t agree, and told her so, many, many times, but to no real change in her view of herself. I finally persuaded her to buy some and go out with me for a night on the town. I asked her to get a very short, skin tight skirt. Finally I asked her not to wear any underwear. She hesitated at this, but then finally agreed. The day of our celebration Lisa went shopping. She called me at work to tell me about her new dress. She seemed very excited about wearing it for me. She wasn’t sure, however, that she would feel comfortable in public wearing such a sexy outfit. I assured her that she would be a big hit with anyone who saw her. I don’t think I convinced her. The plan was to go out to dinner and then go dancing. I couldn’t wait to see Lisa in her new outfit. She picked me up from work at 6:30. When I saw her I was stunned. She looked like one of those glamour models. She gave me a shy smile when I whistled at her. She said, “I can’t believe I’m actually wearing this.” I said, “You are the sexiest woman I have ever seen. Lisa was wearing a red dress that barely covered her privates. Her large breasts stretched the top to its limits. The dress was low cut with a full one third of her breasts exposed. I said, “I hope those shoulder straps are industrial strength.” Lisa giggled and said, “I hope so too.” I continued to stare at her as she drove out of the parking lot. I noticed two bumps in the front of Lisa’s dress. I was happy to see that she wasn’t wearing a bra. I glanced down at her legs and wondered if she was wearing panties. Lisa noticed my stare and confirmed, “No, I’m not wearing panties.” I asked her to prove it and she pulled her hem up slightly revealing her neatly trimmed bush. Lisa said, “I have to be very careful when I get out of the car or bend over.” I said, “I’ll bet.” We headed for our favorite restaurant. The parking lot was full and we had to park at the shopping center next door. I watched as Lisa got out of the car. She held the hem of her skirt firmly. It was no use, however. If anyone had been nearby they would have seen an eyeful. We walked in front of several shops as we made our way to the restaurant. Lisa complained about the 5 inch high heels. Despite the awkwardness of the shoes, Lisa caused heads to turn in her direction. She was quite a sight. We enjoyed a great meal and a few drinks and talked about everything. I told Lisa how proud I was of her. We talked about the looks she was getting. I think she was beginning to like the attention. I paid the tab and we left. Lisa asked if I wanted to drive and I suggested that she drive. I told her that I wanted to just look at her. She blushed. We strolled to the car and again Lisa got plenty of attention. I noticed that despite the earlier difficulty Lisa had with her shoes, her walk began to get more sexy. I knew she was enjoying herself.

Watching My Wife On Dates

I guess it really was all my fault. At the age of 30 I found myself running a five man insurance office in a town that I had just moved to. Six months in the secretary gave her notice and quit. My 25 year old wife, Ginger, happened to be a graduate of secretarial school so it seemed a natural fit, except for the company wide policy of not hiring relatives.

From the day I mentioned it to my wife until the day the old secretary left Ginger kept begging me to hire her. She too was in a new town, and with no friends her days were really long and boring, I at least, had some place to go. Her arguments made sense, and the extra money would be nice, so against my better judgment I hired her and told the men she was a single girl who had just moved to town.

Within two weeks each of the five men in my employ hit on her, and I could hardly blame them. Ginger was a who kept her shape, petite, nice tits and lean tapered legs. After dinner one night I finally asked her if she wanted me to intercede on her behalf and ask the men to stop it.

She looked at her feet for a few moments, cleared her throat, and whispered no. Then she looked me in the eyes and said actually she would like to go out with them, she was running out of excuses, I was either at work, or working at home, or sleeping, so we never went out, she wouldn’t go out alone, and hadn’t been to a restaurant or nightclub since we moved, and maybe once she went out with one or two of them, and they didn’t even get to first base, they would leave her alone. I was shocked, obviously it was something she had thought about, but once again her arguments made sense, and once again I bowed to her wishes.