Glory Hole Slut

I introduced Margie to glory holes three years ago. It was on our second anniversary. I had been renting movies once or twice a month almost from the day we were married. We watched them at home.

I still remember the first one I brought home. It opened with a girl asleep in a bed. She was tossing and turning like she was dreaming. Then she started feeling herself. When she finally opened her eyes her tits were bare and she was pinching her nipples. Then her hand moved down her body and between her legs. She started squirming around as she rubbed her pussy, shoving her panties between the folds of her cunt lips.

When she pulled her panties off she got real serious about fingering her cunt. She spread her legs wide and reached to the side of the bed and picked up a dildo. Looking at her wide-open snatch Margie said, “Oh how gross. Are you really supposed to get turned on by looking at that?”

I didn’t say anything and Margie started to get up. But then a nude man walked into the bedroom. His cock was just hanging between his legs, but you knew when it got hard it was going to be huge.

Margie gasped and sat back down. The guy and girl got together on the bed and ate each other and fucked until the cum shot. The girl got half the cum in her face and half in her mouth. As soon as that happened Margie jumped on me and we screwed like a couple of bunnies.

That was the first video. Margie never said “gross” again. She watched every movie I brought home and she never failed to get super horny.

I’ve always thought it would be hot to watch some fucking and sucking live. You know, be in the same room so you could smell as well as see and hear the action. I knew I’d never go to Amsterdam or any other place where you can watch shows like that. And really it seemed to me it would be more exciting if you actually knew the people. So that naturally led to thinking of watching Margie.

When I told her I’d like to watch her she misunderstood. She was very happy to let me watch her masturbate. I didn’t clear up the misunderstanding. I figured I’d do that some other time.

Next I introduced her to flashing. Of course she was nervous as hell at first. The first time was a trucker. Before I pulled along side I reached over and pulled her tube top down. She just thought I wanted to see her tits and didn’t realize what was happening till the turcker blew his horn. She was embarassed but got over it pretty quickly. And she liked it. Eventually she even did some flashing on her own and told me about it later. That always led to some hot sex.
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Black Cock Initiation

“Oh my God! Give it to me, hard!” Amy pushed her buttocks back into my thrusting penis. She loved it doggy style. I pumped into her as hard as I could. I felt her shaking as she climaxed.

“Ohhhhhh! Oh, Mark, I loooove it just like that!” It had been a big orgasm. Something must have really set her off. My wife cums easily, but this had been a whopper.

I withdrew and turned Amy on her side. She was still breathing hard. I got between her legs and slid my penis back into her juicy cunt.

“Honey, that was lovely! How do you want to cum?” she asked.

“Just like this, I think. Sweetie, what turned you on so much? One of your fantasies?”

“Yes.” She blushed.

“Which one?”

“It was the one about you watching me with a big black man. I told you about it once.”

“I remember. I liked it a lot. Tell me again all about it.” I slowly pushed my cock in and out.

“You know. A black man with a big cock takes me from behind with you watching him do it.”

“Tell me more, honey, and make me cum.”

“Well, he’s very tall and has a huge cock, all thick and long and he makes me kneel in front of him and pushes my legs apart. Then he slides his cock into me and fucks me hard.”

“Is that all?” I felt myself about to lose control.

“He fucks me until I cum and cum and calls me his little white slut.” She giggled.

“Oh baby, I’d love to watch that!” I grunted as I spurted into her love nest. She smiled as she felt the warm semen flood inside her. We kissed.

“It’s only a fantasy, Mark. You know that.”

Indeed, I did. I’d never really thought she would do anything like that. Nor did I think I’d have the gumption to go through with it if she did.

Over the next few days I couldn’t get Amy’s fantasy out of my mind. Somehow it seemed to fit her. She’d always been a bit submissive during sex. She loved to have me take control and do her hard, sometimes with a little light spanking to spice it up. She liked to get on her knees and take it from behind. The main thing that got me thinking, though, was that it was her fantasy in the first place. Something about it really turned her on.

I also knew that Amy was very conservative in other respects. She dressed like a Talbot’s catalogue—very properly. She had a great figure for her thirty-five years: five feet five, 120 pounds, and beautiful firm B cup tits, sensitive to the touch. While she loved sex, she wouldn’t do anything really nasty or daring. Only in her fantasies did she let go of her inhibitions.

Our ten years of married life had been happy. The only thing missing was the racing heartbeat and sizzle we’d had our first years together. So it wasn’t strange now that her fantasy about a black man quickened my pulse.
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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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Wife Becomes Black Cock Slut

If my husband, Paul, had known how things were going to turn out, I don’t think he would have gotten himself into the situation he now is.

Paul and I met at college, married soon afterwards and have been together for 18 years. He is 42 and I am 41, but people tell me I look ten years younger. I guess I’m lucky in that I’m naturally slim and the little weight I have put on over the years has gone straight to my breasts, giving me a 36C 25 36 figure. I would be naïve if I didn’t admit that most of our male friends pay me particular attention at parties and quite a few have tried to feel me up in some way. Much as this has flattered me I’ve never let anything happen, but it has added spice to our lovemaking when I’ve told Paul about it.

You see, Paul is one of these guys who has always loved the idea of me with another man’s cock in me and we have frequently spiced our sex life up with fantasies of me having sex with someone else. Mostly I would imagine I was being fucked by a stud from one of the porn movies we sometimes watch, but sometimes I would tell Paul that it was one of our friends who had been paying me particular attention.

Up until a month ago these remained just as fantasies, but one night when we were making love and I was close to orgasm Paul said

“I bet you wish you were being fucked by a big cock now, don’t you?”

“Oh yes I do” I replied

“I bet you’d really like a big black cock in you. I bet you’d love it if I fixed up for you to be fucked by a big black cock wouldn’t you?” he continued “Say that you would. Gone on, say it”

The thought of being opened up by a big cock pushed me over the edge and as I came I yelled “Mmmm Oh god, I’d love it. I’d love a big cock in me!” and as I came Paul pumped into me as my cunt gripped his cock and filled me with his spunk.

Several weeks later Paul came home one night and said “I’ve a surprise for you. It’s something you’ve always wanted”

I looked round wondering what he’d bought me. “Where is it?”

“Not where is it. You mean when is it.”

“Okay. When is it?”

Paul grinned “This Saturday night”

“Oh come on Paul. Don’t keep me in suspense!”

My heart missed a beat when he replied “On Saturday Jill. You are going to be fucked by a big black cock. I’ve set it up and I’m going to film it.”
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Party Into The Hot Tub

The summer night air was thick, hot and filled with anticipation. Everyone at the party was holding ice-cold beers, frozen drinks and cocktails with plenty of ice to mentally escape the heat. At least that is what everyone was attributing their thirst; it was really easing their inhibitions and lubricating their libido. These kind of parties always had an awkwardness to them, but as time wore on and the liquid confidence set in, everyone seemed to warm up to each other.

Anita stood around the picnic table, dressed in a sexy black cocktail dress. Her curves perfectly concealed under a thin layer of polyester; the men around sneaking an adulterous glance when her wives looked away. She met their stairs with mischievous eyes, causing hearts to race and blood to flow. She had an intoxicating way about her; she could seduce with a stare, thrill with a subtle movement, and torture with an innocent touch. Her flirtatious ways stood out amongst the other women at the party, as the other women admired her abilities.

It’s those abilities that captivated the youthful lust of Matthew Peterson, a young associate of Kevin Devine, the man having the party. He was invited at the last minute; unaware he would be almost half the age of most of the guests at the party. He sipped his vodka cocktail; glancing at all the attractive older women around like a child in a toy store. He was caught up in a conversation with Mrs. Devine, Kevin’s wife, but kept his eyes glancing at Anita from across the patio.

As the night set in, the party had broken up into little groups, circling around in conversation clusters while discussing wine and trendy restaurants. Anita and her seductive ways managed to get a party of their own circling the hot tub. Samantha and her husband Jordan, Denise and her husband Randy, and Anita’s husband Tim. They sipped their drinks and jokingly dared each other to get into the hot tub. “I would but I don’t have a suit!” Samantha called out, attempting to be daring, but too shy to commit.

“I think my underwear would be too revealing for such an occasion.” Denise said, staring at the men’s faces awaiting their reactions.

“Oh! Now that’s something I think we all want to see.” Randy said, looking for approval from the other men as he drank from his beer.

“I’ll go in.” Anita said, quietly. All the eyes shifted to her, curious of her next move.

“In that?” Samantha asked skeptically.

“No,” Anita responded, “in nothing.” The group was quiet, shocked. Most of them did not believe her bold suggestion, but watched with curiosity as she placed her drink on the table. She glanced at her husband for his approval, and was met with a sinister smile. She nonchalantly slipped her shoulders out of her dress straps. Her black dress fell to the ground and suddenly all twelve eyes took in the almost naked image of Anita. Her beautiful, heavy breasts accentuating the pure, milky-white skin that covered her heavenly curves. The only thing left on her figure was the thin, black fabric of a g-string. The men gasped, the women bit their lips in jealousy.

She bent over to remove the miniscule fabric to reveal her entirety to the crowd. It fell to the ground, and she dipped her toe into the hot water. She gracefully stepped into the hot water, steam rising up and enveloping her as she descended. Randy and Jordan felt their cocks react. They glanced at Tim for his response to them staring at his naked wife. Tim laughed, watching their lustful responses to his wife.

Samantha and Denise whispered and laughed to one another and placed their glasses on the ground; suddenly they began to strip to their naked flesh. The men watched as Samantha dropped her floral dress to the ground, exposing her modest breasts and tight little ass. Denise slipped from her navy blue dress, showing the lacy lingerie she was wearing beneath it. Her body was curvaceous in all the right places. The naked women joined Anita in the hot tub, reaching for the glasses of champagne and hiding under the bubbles.

“Let’s go boys!” Denise called out, slamming back the rest of her champagne.

“Your turn!” Samantha added.
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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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