Not A Whore Just a Slut

“You’re not a whore. You’re a slut,” his deep resonant voice sounded confident as he faced her. His denim shirt was open at the neck, hinting at the tanned muscular slabs of his chest. His shoulders seemed incredibly broad to Janine as she looked into his crystal blue eyes.

“There’s a difference. A whore charges for her services, but never gets involved with her customer. She never even falls in lust. You will fuck anybody, anytime. You’re in lust with every man you meet.” He smiled into her eyes as he traced the opening of her blouse, then followed the V of her bra to the depth of her cleavage. His hand followed the soft curve and then he hefted and squeezed her firm, fully-rounded tit, feeling her sensitive protruding nipple rubbing sensuously against the palm of his hand. He flicked the hardening bud of her nipple with his finger. He stepped closer to her, feeling her other breast pressing against his hard chest. His other hand slid confidently between her legs to massage her mound through the fabric of her dress.

Janine swayed firmly against his chest. Her tits seemed to thrust brazenly at the bra restraining them.

“What about my husband,” she whispered. They could hear him about in the living room, watching football and waiting for them to return. The knowledge that he could enter the room at any time and catch them added a heady spice of danger to their lust.

“That poor, stupid jerk. If he knew I was in the room next to him feeling up his wife like some street tramp, he’d probably have a coronary. Open your shirt. I want to see your tits.”

“I can’t. He’ll come in and catch us,” she said.

He kissed her deeply, his tongue first pressing against her inviting lips, then exploring her mouth. Her tongue began dancing with his, and she moaned deeply. It was obvious that she liked his kiss.

The kiss ended, and he smiled into her eyes again. “Open your shirt. I want to see your tits.”

Janine fumbled briefly with the buttons of her blouse, then paused. “What if he comes in here?” she asked.

“He won’t come in here. Hell, he won’t even get out of his chair to get his own beer. That’s why I’m in here,” he reassured her, as he massaged her pussy through her skirt.

She looked skeptical at the same time her body began to sway to the movement of his fingers.

“Hey, how about bringing us out some sandwiches when you come,” her husband called from the other room.

“You see?” he asked as stroked her pussy, massaging her inflamed flesh slowly, sensuously, teasing her passion, his finger tracing her slit.

He looked deeply into her eyes, smiled, and kissed her again. The kiss was terribly delicious. It took her breath away and her resistance dissolved with that breath.
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The Big Big One

The most memorable moment of my life occurred when I witnessed my wife guide the enormously excited penis of another man into the lips of her lovely pussy, then watched helplessly, tortured, as the long massive organ slid slowly into her, the man kneeling with his dark eyes looking down upon his engorged dickhead, already dripping with his cum and her juices, disappearing into her pussy, followed by the stiff meat of his long shaft that slowly filled her stretched vagina, her fur covered pubic mound inexorably swallowing his thick penis.

He was larger than I could ever hope to be,yet they seemed a perfect fit, her abdomen rising slightly as he filled her, leaving me transfixed, speechless, disbelieving as I stood outside of our bedroom window–the pulse of my blood roaring through my temples as this erotic nightmare played before my eyes, only vaguely aware that my underwear had been filled with my cum.

Over the next hour, I witnessed this man blow cum into my wife’s vagina three times, culminating three different fucks, all three really a continuous, non-stop session of deeply erotic and unrestrained love making, two moments almost as devastating as the sight of that large,wet penis disappearing into her vagina—the sight of her long, slim elegant fingers, with our wedding ring in place on her ring finger, masturbating his thick slick organ then cupping and massaging his balls as they spasmed with each spurt of cum during his ejaculations into her pussy.

Then the incredible sight of her lovely hands gripping his flanks, urging him deeper with his thrusts into her, and her persistant caressing of his anus with the fingers of her left hand, lubricating his opening with a mixture of his cum and her pussy fluids, helping him to a climax by inserting two of her soaked fingers deep into his anus, fucking in rhythm with his plunging penis, our wedding ring disappearing into his ass, then reappearing soaked in their juices, only to again disappear into his anus.

The sounds of their fucking is seared into my brain, wet noises, fleshy slickness, sucking, moaning and purring and deep strains of their genitals opening, stretching, plunging, squeezing, crushing together. their tongues slithering and licking in and out of one another’s mouth. I witnessed the fresh sperm dripping from her pussy as his penis would briefly emerge from her vagina, making his re-entry more delicious to them both.

I thought my legs would collapse when his body stiffened and his ass squeezed the fingers in his anus, her other hand gripping his balls, and I knew he was shooting a current of steaming virile cum into my wife’s fertile ovaries. He pulled out for a moment and they both watched his cock splash gops of sperm onto her open pussy, then slide his dick back into her.

I don’t know if I’ll ever recover from all I witnessed that night. It was the most erotically overpowering experience of my life, my extreme, intense jealousy and humiliation horrified, yet arousing powerful heat and passion in my loins, bringing me to a flood of orgasms throughout the nightmare of magnificent sex,- another man giving my wife a thorough fucking, all with her enthusiastic consent.
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Wife At Night School

It was a couple years ago that Penny started attending night school to get her tech degree. I figured it was a great idea since I’d done it a few years previously and it helped me in the job market.

After a couple of semesters, I noticed that Penny was spending longer hours in the lab and getting home a little later than usual. It wasn’t a lot later, just an hour or so and I figured she was having some trouble in one of her programming classes. By the time she got home, I was usually fast asleep.

On one such night, I had just turned off the light from reading and was preparing to fall asleep when she arrived home. She must have figured I was sleeping because she came into our bedroom quietly and went into the bathroom without turning on the lights and was very quiet. Our bathroom off the master bedroom has a night light in it so I watched as she began to undress.

After removing her sweatshirt, I was instantly wide awake. She was missing something under that sweatshirt, namely, a bra. Penny never goes braless so I squinted to try to see better in the dim light. When her jeans came off, I noticed she wasn’t wearing panties either.

I didn’t want to confront her about it so I stayed quiet while she slipped quietly into bed and soon afterwards fell asleep. When her breathing became deep and I was sure she was sound asleep, I got up and went into the bathroom, closing the door quietly behind me and turned on the light.

Her jeans were in the clothes hamper so I took them out and did a quick examination after turning the top part inside out. There were just a few minute wet spots in the crotch. It wasn’t anything I’d see if I hadn’t been looking for them. I brought them to my face and inhaled deeply to see what they smelled like. It was a strange smell and one I know didn’t belong to Penny, or me.

I couldn’t understand why, but my cock was hard as a rock as I was doing this. Next, I went outside to the car and searched to see if I could find the missing panties and bra. The bra I found under her backpack on the front seat but I didn’t find any panties. On the floorboard of the passenger side was a hand towel. This I picked up and noticed how damp it was in certain places. Again, I inhaled and found the same scent I found in her jeans a little while earlier.

My first thought was to go back inside the house and confront her about everything. My second thought was focused on how hard my cock was and that I really needed some relief. I opted for the relief and after returning everything to where it was, made my way back inside and into my home office.

I turned on the computer and after going to one of my favorite porn sites, began to stroke my cock as I started to read some of the stories. Tonight I concentrated on stories about wives who were fucking around. While reading, I started visualizing Penny with another guy. The guy remained faceless in my fantasy however the cock he was fucking her with was very vivid. Soon, I started to buck my hips and had a new mess to clean up.

I decided not to confront Penny on this and instead, see what all I could find out. The intensity of my orgasm that night made me decide this was something to be explored.
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At The Swimming Pool

My wife and I have always enjoyed having sex in unusual places. Before we were married we would swim regularly at my parent’s house. On a warm day as we lay in the sun we would both get “hot” and venture down to the back shed where a table or makeshift mattress would be put to good use. Anne likes to moan as she nears climax so this added to the thrill and risk of being caught.

We are now in our late thirties and still enjoy the thought that we could be surprised at any time as we make love. Anne is a natural blonde, has good sized breasts and even though she is short at 5 foot 2 inches her well rounded figure is perfectly proportioned. I especially like her bottom which has a great wobble as she walks along.

One of our favourite places is the local indoor swimming club. We have been members for years (for obvious reasons given the old days) and we have found that late on Saturday afternoons is the best time to have the pool to ourselves. The attendant does the rounds to close up at around 5.30 and in the half hour he is normally away we get to play. Well, this particular Saturday there was one other person at the pool when we arrived. Anne went to change and as she came out of the change room she got both my and the strangers attention because she had on a white one piece bathing costume. I had seen it before but I was willing to bet the stranger also knew what to expect because as soon as Anne jumped in the water the bathing suit was almost see through. I could clearly see her nipples and the suit clung to her like a second skin.

I had never mentioned this to Anne so I still don’t know if she was aware that we could see everything she had to offer. I looked across at the stranger who was swimming about 20 feet from us. He was in his late forties, not the best looking man, pretty much bald with a big stomach that overlapped his small bathing costume. Anne motioned to me that we should move to the far end of the pool and as she climbed the steps and stood waiting for me her thick bush was clearly evident. The stranger was, by now, not hiding his admiration for my wife as he edged closer for a better look. I have always enjoyed other men looking at my wife as I know that they want what I have. I was getting excited watching my wife’s apparent indifference at being ogled and this stranger’s blatant lusting stare.

Anne’s call broke my thought as I too jumped out of the pool and followed her conscious that he was watching every move and wobble. For the next five minutes or so he stayed where he was and Anne and I cuddled and kissed at the end of the pool. She put her hand into my bathers and stroked my penis which was already more than prepared for action. She commented that I appeared more excited today and this made her hot and ready to go to the next phase of our weekly exercise. The stranger got out of the pool and it looked like he was preparing to leave. As he rounded a corner we hurried out of the pool and headed for the male change rooms as we knew we would only have about twenty minutes before the attendant came back and wanted to close the pool.
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Bachelor Party Her Sister Pinch Hits

After dating her for four years, I was getting more that a little pressure from my girlfriend Lacy’s parents to “make an honest woman” out of her. The fact she moved into my downtown Chicago loft a year ago did not please her parents any and I was getting more hassles about the arrangements that expected. I was in no hurry to get married and resisted until finally popping the question one night a few months ago. She said “YES” immediately and her Mom and Dad instantly cut back on their not-to-subtle snide remarks.

We set a wedding date for six months down the road. Lacy has one sibling, a younger sister named Vickie. She was a big help in making plans for the wedding and handling many of the details Lacy could not get to with her time consuming occupation as a flight attendant for a major airline. I had the impression Vickie was more excited about the upcoming wedding than I was.

Lacy looks so much like Vickie it’s scary. They both are the same height at 5’2″. They both have back rounds in sports (track, tennis) so they have nice firm legs, full shapely hips and small waists. Long blond hair was also a feature they share.

Features they did not have in common? Well, Vickie has wavy hair in contrast to Lacy’s straight hair. One other difference was in the breast size. While Lacy has a modest set of 32B set of tits, Vickie carries a healthy set of 34DDs which stand out prominently since she is short. This was often a topic of interest at the family pool parties, especially among any males. Lacy only wore conservative one piece bathing suits while Vickie was more apt to flaunt her bigger tits in tasteful, but attractive bikini’s. The tops were not skimpy. That said, she was not self conscious about her healthy chest and was okay with the attention. Oh, one last difference was age. Lacy was 29 years old while Vickie had just recently celebrated her 21st Birthday and was a recent college graduate.

The wedding date was approaching rapidly. I was getting apprehensive but gave no outward impression of calling it off and expressed no desire to postpone the date. Lacy? She expressed her excitement more as the big day was coming. Vickie was in step with her, making arrangements. I stayed out of the process – much to my delight, no one complained. In the months leading up to the wedding I had little time together with Lacy – since we announced the engagement she elected to move back with her Mom and Dad until the wedding was over. At the same time, she explicitly told me no more sex until the wedding was official. While Mommy and Daddy were glad their daughter was no longer “living in sin” and I was not so happy to be deprived of having my sexual needs attended to.

Two weeks before the wedding, my “Best Man” Adam called say he had set up the bachelor party for the following weekend on Saturday evening. As the custom goes, he got in touch will all our mutual buddies and I gave him a list of other friends and co-workers I thought should be at the party. The day before the event, he showed me the list of guys who committed to attending the bash. It would be a fairly large party of twenty two guys. And, of course, he hired the obligatory stripper. I was very cool with that. I was hoping for at least to babes but who was I to complain?

The next night the party was well under way. Since Adam was living with his parents, I had agreed to have the party in the club house located in my apartment building. It was spacious with a full kitchen, and well furnished with a couple of couches, a recliner and a nice sound system. Needless to say, there was plenty of beer and hard liquor brought in – before long the libations were going down fast. By the time the entertainment arrived a few hours into the night we were all heavily boozed up and rowdy.

The stripper called herself “Briana” and had a killer body. I wondered if she chose the fake name due to her uncanny resemblance to porn star Brianna Banks. She was about 5’6″ with a great build – within minutes of commencing her tawdry routine she had she everything but a skimpy G-string. She made sure I was given a chair in the center of the room where she could do her thing – and give every guy a good look at her performance. She was no rookie as she was in control.

Brianna had massive store bought breasts which she bounced in front of me. Her bottle blond hair went to the middle of her tanned, toned back and had an ass that must have been maintained with lots of time on the “Stairmaster.” She was not shy about demonstrating her firm behind as she danced and delivered a hip grinding lap dance to me. My cock responded instantly. Her tits were in my face frequently and I was slobbering all over them, making kind of a scene. She was into it big time, her nipples swollen and shiny with my saliva. Shame on me – I was drooling all over her fun bags.
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Her First Black Cock

The First Time Joni and I had been married several years when the subject of Black men first came up. She told me one night, while we were fucking, that she had fantasized about fucking a extremely well hung Black man. She said she had always wondered if what they said about Black men’s cocks was true. I told her what I had seen in the showers on-board ship while I was in the Navy. Some of those guys had cocks that would make a horse green with envy. This really turned her on. She got on top of my cock, shut her eyes and fucked my brains out. I could tell by her frenzied pace that she was thinking about what I had told her.

Quickly she started to come, I could feel her juices flowing down onto my balls as her first orgasm turned into her second. Then I started thinking about watching her get thoroughly fucked by a big Black cock. After about ten seconds of this I started cumming with her. Afterward we both calmed down and talked about the fantasy. She admitted that someday she would like to fuck a Black cock and sheepishly I told her I would like to watch. This was the first time we had ever discussed swinging. For several weeks after that we fantasized about it, but then it sorta fadded away.

Several months later we were at a college football game. We got to the game early and were drinking from a flask Joni had in her purse. A couple of Black men came to claim their seats next to Joni. As one passed in front of Joni, his crotch was merely inches from her face. He had on very thin running shorts and she could easily see the outline of a huge cock. She stared at it with great interest. She looked up and saw that he had seen her and she quickly looked away. After a moment she looked at me and realized I also had seen her.

She quietly asked me if I was mad and I told her no. The incident was forgotten as the game started and we got involved in it. I started to watch Joni, she was trying to sneak looks at his crotch without him catching her, she was not doing a very good job. But I could tell buy the way she was pressing her legs together she was starting to get turned on. Apparently the Black man noticed too because the next time Joni looked at the field, I saw him reach in his shorts and pull his cock down his leg. It was a monster. Joni looked again and gasped. She just stared at it and grabbed my leg. She looked away, at me, at him and then back at his cock. His cock was starting to swell, as it did her hand on my leg got tighter and tighter. Just as things were starting to get interesting two girls, apparently their dates, came up. He stood up, his cock slide back in his shorts with the ridged outline still apparent to Joni and greeted the girls. He looked down at Joni and winked. She was frozen, she did not say or do anything for a moment then she leaned over to me and said that she wanted me to fuck her…now!
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Tinder Meet Up

Chet nervously looked at his watch for the third time in the last five minutes. What in the hell had gotten into him, was he out of his mind?!? Meeting a woman from Tinder in person he has been having an on line relationship with–totally nuts! Here he was, 33 years old, good job, married to a beautiful woman, two small children, a whole lot to lose, and he could throw it all away because he was thinking with his dick! Unbelievable!! He’d heard the stories of meetings of this type going disastrously wrong, with some even ending up in murder! Just because most of the victims were women didn’t make him feel a whole lot better! Looking at his watch again, “Christ, relax, it’s just a drink with a new acquaintance, no problem!!”

At exactly five thirty a tall chestnut haired woman strode through the door and scanned the bar.The white rose on her lapel was the signal to let him know who she was, he didn’t even need it.He could tell it was her by the description she had given him on the chat line. One worry taken care of, she wasn’t a liar, she was even prettier than she had described herself. Tall and slim of frame, a very ample chest, even if it was hidden underneath a tailored business jacket. Chet hopped up from his chair and approached her with hand extended, “Hi,” he said, “I’m Chet Lane, and you must be Veronica!” Her smile was breath taking, and she took his hand and shook it with a firm grip, never taking her eyes off of his. “So nice to meet you Chet,” she intoned, with a smooth warm almost sultry voice. Chet instantly felt a twitch in his groin when he heard that syrupy incredibly sexy voice. “Jesus,” he thought, “she might be the most beautiful woman he had ever been with!” Taking her the arm, Chet lead her to the booth he had reserved at the rear of the bar. They slid into opposite sides of the table and just looked at each other for a few seconds. Veronica was the first to speak when she said, “You look even better than I thought you would,I hope I am up to your expectations!” “Very much so,” he replied, “more beautiful than I could have imagined!” “Would you like a drink?” “A Rhine wine would be nice,” she said, “I’m a little bit nervous!” “Your nervous,” he thought, “I’m a total wreck!”

Chet ordered a couple of drinksand then sat in silence until the waitress brought their order. After paying the check, each of them took a sip from their glasses, and Chet offered, “I’ve never met anyone from the internet before, this is kinda new to me.” “Me too,” she replied, “I almost backed out at the last minute, but figured we would be in a public place, so why not?” They both chuckled, took another drink, andChet asked, “Well, are you glad you decided to give it a shot?” She nodded the affirmative, andChet offered, “Me too, more than glad, you look absolutely fabulous, much better than your description!” “Well thank you, kind sir,” she replied, “I am more than impressed with you too, I was praying that you wouldn’t be the proverbial frog!” Again they both laughed, getting more and more comfortable in each other’s presence. Looking at her, Chet could feel the electricity between them. He then broached the question, “Well, how do you feel, I mean about us, you know, do you need more time, another meeting maybe, you know to get comfortable?” “I’m verycomfortable right now,” she answered quickly, “I don’t need another date to confirm what I already feel!” Chet picked up his drink, swallowed the last of it, dropped a five dollar tip on the table, stood up and said, “Me too, let’s go!”

Arm in arm they took off down the street, heading to the Hyatt Regency Hotel where Chet’s law firm had a couple of suites available for visiting clients. Stopping to pick up the electronic pass key to suite 2801, Chet again began to have second thoughts about going through with it. One look over his shoulder at the sultry beauty in the gray suit swept those thought right out of his head! The view from the 28th floor was magnificent! Lake Michigan to the east, and the Chicago skyline to the south made for a breath taking vista. Chet momentarily forgot why he was there, and gazed at the picturesque landscape. Without turning his head, he called out, “Come over here and take a look at this view, it’s spectacular!” “This view is better,” she answered back, causing Chet to turn and face her. His mouth dropped open when his eyes were struck by the most devastatingly beautiful woman he had ever seen! Standing before him in a white bra, panties, hose and garter belt, and five inch spiked heels she looked like the answer to a teenagers wet dream!
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Model Wife

My wife loves posing for my camera and we have taken some very daring shots, but she never envisaged doing so for anyone else, although her figure is good enough.
A colleague from work, who is also a keen photographer, complained to me that he was finding it hard to find a model. Without thinking about what I was saying, I said that my wife would love to pose for him and I showed him some of the tamer photos I had taken of her. He was very impressed and asked me to arrange it.

When I told Rosie what I’d done she was cross, but I flattered her and talked her round to at least try it. She was very nervous and she had had three rum and cokes before we got to Peter’s flat. Peter is a very smooth talker and he soon put Rosie at her ease. The generous measures of gin and tonics also helped.

He started by taking portraits. By the glazed look in her eyes I realized that Rosie was tiddly and I suggested that she take her dress off and pose in her undies.

To my amazement she agreed and I helped her take off her dress. Beneath she was wearing a suspender belt, black stockings and the sexy underwear I’d bought her for her birthday. The bra consisted of straps holding together two small triangles of material that barely cover the nipples. As my wife has rather large, firm breasts, it made them look more naked than if they had been.

The knickers consist of a triangle of material covering her mound but leaves her bottom completely exposed. Her rather profuse pubic hair could not be contained and it lined the triangle. Peter’s eyes glistened as he surveyed the delectable sight in front of his camera. He took a couple of rolls and then asked me to pose with her. Watching her posing for another man had made me so randy that I jumped at the chance and moved behind her.
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