November 12, 2014

Just a Fantasy

We had just finished a great meal at a steak house in Atlantic City along with a bottle of good wine. My wife looked great, like always. She was wearing the short red skirt that I loved because it showed off her great legs, along with a low-cut print blouse that allowed a good view of her 36D’s and slender hips. She was not a big drinker, but tonight she held her own with me. She was a little tipsy as we left the restaurant and headed onto the casino floor. We did not have a good night gambling so we decided to hang out for a while at the bar located in the center of the casino. She had another glass or two of wine and I commented on how great she looked. “Please,” she said, “I’m over 48. I never look great anymore.” Of course I disagreed and a friendly argument ensued with kidding back and forth. “You can have any man in here if you wanted to,” I said. Finally, I offered her a wager. “I’ll leave you at the bar for 15 minutes, and I bet someone will try to pick you up.” Perhaps it was the wine, or maybe she was just hot from the conversation, but she agreed. “What do I win if no one does?” she asked. “Whatever you want,” I replied. “What about you? What do you win?” “Whatever I want,” I answered. She laughed and said, “This could get interesting.” I left her at the bar and positioned myself outside where I could still see her, but she could not see me. I waited.

It didn’t take long. Within 5 minutes a tall gentleman dressed in jeans came and sat next to her. He appeared about 10 years younger than her and in good shape. After a minute or two he struck up a conversation. I could not hear what they were talking about, but there was quite a few smiles and laughter between them. He then whispered something in her ear and while leaning over put his hand on her leg just above the knee. To my amazement, she did not remove it and they continued talking. After a minute or so longer she excused herself and got up to leave. As she did so, he also rose and again whispered something in her ear and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. She left the bar area and headed onto the casino floor. I met up with her pretending to be walking back to the bar. “How did it go?” Her reply was short, “You win.” “Tell me about it,” I asked. She gave me a brief description of events, leaving out the kiss, and said, “I can’t believe he tried to pick me up. He has to be 10 years younger than me and could have had one of the younger girls there if he wanted.” “I guess you looked better,” was the only reply I had. “Or hornier,” she answered with a chuckle. “Where you tempted?” I asked jokingly. “Not with you coming back in a few minutes,” she laughed. I told her, “I could have waited a while longer if you wanted me to.” She laughed again and asked, “Well, you won the bet. What do you want?” My answer was quick. “I want you to go back to the bar and flirt with him again,” I replied. “You can’t be serious!” “Of course I’m serious. You lost the bet and that is what I want. I want you to sit with him again and I’ll sit on the opposite side of the bar and watch.” It seemed to finally dawn on her that all the fantasies I’ve told her about while making love were not just fantasies. I truly wanted them to happen. She looked shocked and a little scared but I thought this great an opportunity might never present itself again. Finally she told me, “I’ll sit with him and flirt for a while, but that’s it! Then you can take me up to our room and fuck me because by then I’ll need it.”

She reentered the bar first and I followed far enough behind her so that he would not know we were together. He was still sitting in the same chair and she sat down next to him. I heard him say as I walked by them towards the other side of the bar, “So did you reconsider?” She laughed. I sat down where I would have a good view of them but unfortunately I could not hear the conversation with all the noise and music in the background. They made small talk for a while and then he again kissed her on the cheek. She looked directly at me and smiled, and she returned the kiss, this time on the lips. I couldn’t believe it. My always faithful wife was kissing another man right in front of me. I always wondered what would happen if my fantasy came true. Would I feel jealousy and anger, or would I be aroused? I now knew my answer. I had to reposition myself on the chair to hide my erection. They continued talking. His hands were below the bar so I could not see them, but I could tell he was rubbing her leg or thigh. She leaned in and kissed him harder and longer and her hand disappeared below the bar. I was sure she was returning the rubbing. After each kiss she would stare directly at me for a moment, perhaps daring me to stop her. But I didn’t. I was enjoying the show too much. Following the longest kiss yet she got up from the bar and headed outside. I followed her disappointed that she was done but also incredibly turned on. She walked toward the bathroom and out of view of the bar. When I caught up to her she said, “Well, do you want your fantasy? He invited me back to his room. I told him I would think about it but I had to use the restroom first. It’s up to you. I can just disappear with you up to our room, or I can go back to the bar and then his room. What will it be?” My emotions were torn. I had always wanted this but when confronted with the reality I hesitated. I asked her, “What do you want to do?” But she would not allow me to put the decision back on her. “It’s up do you,” she said. “But make up your mind fast because I need someone to fuck me soon.” I felt confused, guilty and ashamed, but I could not pass up this opportunity. “Go for it,” I replied. “Okay. I’ll see you back in our room later,” she said as she headed for the bar.

I did not leave the casino floor, but I also did not follow her back to the bar. I felt too ashamed. A few minutes later I saw them leave the bar arm in arm and head for the elevators. I watched in confusion as the elevator doors opened and they stepped inside. They were kissing as the doors closed. I headed for our room upstairs and began the wait. I kept questioning myself. Did I do the right thing? How will I feel when it is over? Will she be angry? There was nothing I could do but wait. After two hours or so I heard the door to the room open. I was lying in bed still awake, naked and hard. She turned on the lights and I looked at her. Her hair was a mess and I could tell she had not bothered to put her bra back on. “How was it,” I asked. “Nice,” was her one word answer. “Tell me about it.” She leaned over the bed and kissed me deep and long. I could taste him in my mouth. “Can you taste him?” she asked. “I know you like it when I kiss you after sucking you off so I thought you would like it now. He was very good. He took his time and was very gentle. He was also very big, if you know what I mean. I wasn’t sure it would fit!” She laughed and continued. “First we kissed and caressed each other. I could feel his cock through his pants. He felt huge! Then he slowly worked his way down my neck to my breasts. I was so excited I practically ripped my blouse and bra off to let him suck my nipples with his tongue and mouth. The skirt came next. Then we walked over to the bed and he laid me down. He still had his clothes on. His lips went from my breasts, to my stomach and then to my cunt. He was incredible. His tongue was like his cock, extremely long, and he really reached up into me. He even tongue-fucked my asshole while finger-fucking my cunt. I came in just a few minutes. I don’t know if I have ever cum that hard! I told him it was time to return the favor. I removed his shirt and he kicked his pants off. I got my first look at his cock. I followed what he had done, starting at his neck and working my way down. When I finally got to his cock I tried to swallow as much as I could, but didn’t have too much luck. So I started sucking the head while working my hands along the length. I could feel him start to swell so I cupped and squeezed his balls. He came a ton. I couldn’t swallow all of it, but I tried! We lay together for a while and kissed and cuddled and suddenly I could feel it poking me again. I was shocked how quickly he recovered.”

By now I was stroking myself listening to her story. She looked down and said “You really get off by hearing how I had sex with another man.? Who could have imagined.” “Did you fuck him,” I asked. “Of course,” she replied. “We did it everyway imaginable. He lasted for what seemed forever. First we did it with me on my back. Then we did it doggie style. Finally I rode him till he came. I must have cum five times by then. Afterwards we exchanged numbers and I came back to our room.” I pulled her down to the bed. I had to fuck her, but she stopped me. “I’m too sore now. Why don’t you just eat me and then I’ll return the favor.” I started to go down on her, but suddenly it hit me. Was she full of his cum? I was not sure I was ready for that. “Did he use a condom?” I asked. “Yes, I was afraid to let him cum in me. Sorry.” Now I dove down and began to lick, maybe a little disappointed. She was still incredibly wet and sticky, and her cunt looked stretched and swollen. After a few minutes she told me, “I don’t think I can cum again. Maybe I’m just too tired.” My ego was deflated but I needed to cum too badly to care. I moved up to the top of the bed near her head and began to fuck her mouth. She let me it, but didn’t really do much to help, just an occasional tongue. Finally I began to moan and she knew I was about to come. She shifted positions and finished me with her hand. I came all over her breasts. “What happened?” I asked. “You let him cum in your mouth but make me pull out?” “I swallowed enough cum for tonight,” she laughed. Then she suddenly changed demeanor and purred in my ear, “Can you do me a small favor? Can you suck on my tits while I masturbate? I think I’m ready to cum again.” I went to wipe my cum off her breasts with the sheet, but she stopped me. “I want you to clean me with your tongue. It’s sexier.” I was disgusted, but I had no choice. She rubbed her clit while I sucked and cleaned her breasts. When she was finally done she got out of bed to clean up. Chuckling she said, “I could get used to this!”

Just a fantasy, but we are going to Atlantic City next month…

By: njmwm


November 10, 2014

Lucie’s gangbang fantasy

Here’s another update from the Czech Gangbang crew. Making a gangbang fantasy a reality for women.

Hot girlfriend Lucie went along to the gangbang with her much older boyfriend. He has always wanted to see her do a gangbang and she was very keen to try it out.

It was a fresh new experience for her, and although she was a little scared at first, she handled the whole situation really well. Lucie had dozens of guys to service and one by one they fucked her and gave her their cum. In her face, mouth and pussy and all over her body. She was covered by the end of the night. They even took turns fucking her when she went to the toilet. After she was dripping from her pussy her boyfriend came into the toilet and started to feast on her messy pussy. It was a fantasy come true in every way.

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November 8, 2014

Sloppy Slurpy Seconds

Sloppy Slurpy Seconds

I have been a browsing member on this website for a few years and am now paying the price for it. I am probably unique among the guys here in that I have a fairly big dick - I’m white and packing 8 inches. My dick has always been a plus for my wife. I have always enjoyed seeing the pleasure it gives her, and she has always enjoyed the psychological stimulation of getting piped by a big cock.

I don’t know why, but I’ve still always fantasized about her getting reamed by a much bigger, black dong. This first took the form of a few vague innuendos during sex. She would get mildly aroused at the talk, and I would try not to act as a aroused as I really was. Then I talked her into adding a thick, 12 inch black dildo to her modest toy collection. She wasn’t particularly reticent about using it, but she didn’t go absolutely wild on it at first. As a few months went on, we incorporated it into out sex more and more, to the point where she had great orgasms on it and sex would often consist of me simply jerking off while she (pleasantly) destroyed her pussy with that thing. What I only retrospectively understand to be a major step took place when she once came on the huge black dildo before I had caught a nut, and she said that I could finish getting off in her. I still remember noticing for the first time how it sounded and what it looked like when she pulled that massive dildo out of her snatch - how it left a wet, pinkish-purple vacuum (sucking noise upon removal, and all). When I got up between her legs and put my dick in her, I almost gasped in ecstasy and came instantly at the sensation of hardly being able to feel my wife’s pussy because it was so stretched out. I quickly started to pound away, easily bottoming out balls deep, barely bumping the sidewalls on the way in and out. My wife, not really thinking of the implications of such a statement (still reeling from an orgasm), sort of sighed and said that she couldn’t even feel my cock. This sent me immediately over the edge. Let me tell you, it is a strange feeling, especially having always ploughed pussies with a pretty big dick, to be hammering away with your nut-busting thrusts and not be hitting anything. You cum, but you feel as though it is still somehow futile, and that feeling makes you want to thrust and cum even more, which continues to be futile, and so the snowball effect goes.

As the next few months went on, my wife got to realizing how much giving me sloppy seconds turned me on. She was good-natured about it, treating it (as far as she let on to me) as an amusing little curiosity that might as well be indulged for the sake of pleasure. She only used the black dildo with me involved, and I got to know that hollowed out, ruined feeling very well. I got to know it so well that when I began to fuck my wife once right after she had come home for the day after a Saturday out ’shopping’, and felt that familiar and inexplicably erotic feeling of a pussy that has been pummeled by a thick, foot-long black cock, I didn’t think twice at first. But when I looked at my wife’s face and saw a wry smile curling up at the corner of her mouth, I realized that I was not looking at the face of a woman who had just finished an orgasm that I witnessed and was allowing me to have my little jollies; she had gotten the same servicing at some point earlier that day, but not in our room, with me present, from the slab of rubber that we bought from a seedy adult bookshop. This realization made me startle noticeably and break my rhythm. My wife was obviously waiting for this moment, because as soon as she felt my pangs of awareness, she opened her eyes, broke into a full, knowing smirk, grabbed my ass and pulled me deeper into her with one hand, and grabbed the back of my head with the other hand to pull me in for a deep tongue kiss. I was so out of sorts that I didn’t feel on the spur of the moment like I had any right to resist, so I submissively went along with her direction. This went on for probably 30 seconds, long enough for her to undoubtedly feel a strong measure of my angst, and she then released me from her kiss so that she could move her mouth up to my ear and whisper, “You like that feeling more than you’ve been admitting to me.” As I started to stammer a response, she interrupted me by whispering, “I’ve pored over the websites you’ve been frequenting, and I know that you want me to actually fuck a black man. You’re just afraid to admit it to me. But don’t worry - you don’t need to. You’ve just experienced the fulfillment of your fantasy.” With that she pulled me by the ass into her again, and panted into my ear, “Now fuck this used pussy! Push that black man’s cum deeper - pound it into my cervix.” I gasped in anxiety and titillation, complying with her command. “That’s right,” she said, “I had that horse-hung, corn-rowed boy blow his load all up in me!” I was dumbfounded, but continued pounding away at her cunt feverishly. “Ohhhh,” she moaned, “I can’t even feel your dick after being stretched this afternoon. Just stir up the semen in there - you’re feeling that more than you’re feeling the walls of my pussy.” I couldn’t hold off much longer - the horror mixing with extreme arousal was all that kept me from cumming up to that point - so I glided in and out approaching another futile series of cum-thrusts. But as I came just to the threshold, my wife slammed both of her hands onto my hips and pushed my dick out of her pussy and me down face level with her belly button. “You’re not cumming in my pussy,” she said. “You’re going to clean the black cum out of my pussy.” With that, she pushed my head down and buried my face in her smelly twat. I no longer fought the feeling. I plunged my tongue straight and deep into her hole, moaning in ecstasy and dry-humping the bed sheet. I smelled unfamiliar sweat in her tuft of pubic hair, and I immediately encountered globs of ejaculate with my tongue. “Lap them out,” she said. “Lap it all out and don’t dare spit it out.” I did as I was told, and busted my nut all over the bed sheet as I filled my mouth with black semen from my wife’s vagina. She calmly raised me up so that I was sitting on my knees, got herself up and crawled down in front of me on her hands and knees till she reached my pile of semen on the bedsheet, then sucked it all up into her mouth. She then sat up on her knees, right in front of me, within arm’s reach, showed me that knowing smirk for the second time, and leaned forward to engage me in an open-mouth kiss. I complied, and we stirred the two loads back and forth. After about ten seconds of intermixing, she thrust her tongue toward my throat, forcing me to start swallowing load. As soon as I began to swallow, she also began to swallow, and after just a few seconds, we had consumed the mass of cum. I opened my eyes, which I had kept closed during the snowballing, to see her again smiling at me. She said, “There’s a lot more where that came from, and you’re going to witness the whole process next time.”

by: bobbyluger


November 6, 2014

Rachel Dogging in Wales

UK creampie dogging slut wife Rachel Reveals goes dogging again in Wales, UK.


Off dogging in Wales, found a cracking new dogging location to try out and I wasn’t disappointed in the slightest! Car park was pitch black, with approx 7 cars which contained 5 sole guys and 2 lots of couples. Most were quite shy once the camera was out but I sure loved putting on a show for them watching.

The brave horny guy who decided to come play sure was a horny fucker with a big hard cock. I dropped to my knees and sucked deep and slow on his throbbing shaft feeling it grow harder and harder as I flicked and swirled my tongue all around his engorged bellend.

As always my hot tight sticky love hole was juicing up with excitement and was gagging to get his hot rod plunged balls deep inside me. Dropping my jeans and pulling down my panties, this hard horny stranger bent me over the wing of my car, introduced his meat to my pussy lips and slowly slid his full length balls deep into my dripping sex.

Holding on to my ample ass he screwed me nice and slow with long full deep pleasure strokes, bringing his bellend right out and going in balls deep with every lush pleasure stroke.

As his impending orgasm built in his balls, his movement quickened until he was rutting his fuck tool deep hard and quick until he couldn’t hold his muck any longer and let his love juice pump deep inside me – I could feel his shaft twitching and flexing with each ream of cream he shot inside of me.

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November 4, 2014

Cindi’s wild night out

Cindi’s first wild night out

The following occurred on Saturday April 16th 2011. It is true and it was hot. I am a 40 year old male who is married to a 34 year old woman named Cindi. She is 57 139 pounds, and blond with blue eyes. She wears her hair shoulder length. We have two young children and just dont find the time to go out anymore. So this particular Saturday, we were able to drop off the kids at my mother in laws and go out. When my wife was getting ready to go, I walked in the bedroom and she had put on a blue jeans skirt, a white sweater blouse with no bra and black boots. She then said that she had a surprise for me and bent over while pulling up her skirt. She was wearing no panties and instead had on an all in one garment that was stockings with a garter belt attached. I pleaded with her to fuck me right then and there, but she said not now! We went to dinner at a nice suburban restaurant and my wife drank most of a bottle of Pinot Gris. When we left the restaurant, she was already buzzing and wanted to stay out later. We drove down the boulevard until we decided to go to this strip club that we had been to before. She likes to go there when shes drunk. Its not too bad a place actually, its clean and theyre friendly there. I thought this could get hot, my wife has no panties on and were going to a titty bar. It was however unlikely anyone would see anything as her skirt was down past her knees.

So when we got there we went to a table back away from the stage. While we walked back there, I could feel all the mens eyes on her. We ordered a drink and watched the show. They have 1 dollar vodka cranberry drinks there, and my wife took advantage of that. She was on her second drink before I had half my beer consumed. As she got drunker, she got more interested in the dancers. She started to go up to the stage to tip them and be closer to them. They strippers really took an interest in my wifes attention. They seemed to pay her more attention than other patrons. They would lean in real close to her and dangle their tits in her face. My wife was loving it! I might add that the other men in the club seemed to like watching the dancers being flirty with my wife. She would occasionally come back to sit at my table, but as she drank that became less frequent an occurrence. There were times, I thought that she must be so drunk, she forgets Im here too.

Anyway, the fun really started when my wife went up to watch a stripper named Siren do her thing. Shes a tall very thin brunette with an amazing body. My wife has liked watching her before. The strippers would dance two songs at a time and were usually nude by the middle of the second song. On the second song, my wife tucked the dollar bill in her blouse seemingly to dare her to come get it. The surprise was how she got it. Rather than put her head down her blouse, she lifted her blouse retrieving the dollar and kissing both of her tits. All of the mens eyes around the stage were glued on the two of them. Siren then pulled back and recovered her so that she could show some love to the other tippers.

After her second dance she departed the stage and another brunette got up to dance. This one was more medium build with nice breasts. They were probably a full C cup bra. She also took particular interest in my wife. She was dangling her tits in her face and just being very friendly. The men loved seeing this, especially the older gentleman sitting next to her. He was grey, a little heavyset and probably in his sixties. He had spoken with my wife at times, leaning in closer to make himself heard over the music. After her two dances were over, I could just make out the dancer asking my wife if she could give her a private dance for free. She said she really wanted to dance for her. My wife was rather drunk at this point and was very agreeable. The two of them ventured back to the VIP area.

The VIP area is nothing more than a separate area of the club with five foot walls surrounding it and leather couches all along the inside. I truly think my wife was completely wasted, because she didnt say a word to me, she just got up and went back there. Being drunk, I think she forgot about me. When they went back there, they went in and disappeared below the wall. I got up and walked over there to the side where they would be and peered over the wall. I am 62 so it was not difficult to see below. The bouncer came over immediately and asked what I was looking at. I explained it was my wife getting a dance and he understood and moved away.

When I looked down, I saw my wife laying back on a leather couch, with the stripper hovering over her very close. Upon further examination, they were making out, and I mean sucking face passionately. My wifes hands were squeezing her tits and I thought to myself, holy shit this is hot! Five feet to the right of my wife was another older gentleman, probably in his late 50s getting a lap dance also. He appeared to be wearing a wedding band, but was here alone. He would occasionally look over at my wife and seemed to find that as interesting as the woman dancing for him. The private dances lasted two songs at this club and I think he was on his last song while my wife was on her first. After a few minutes of sucking face and massaging each others tits, the stripper kneeled in front of my wife and guided her skirt up a bit.

My wife was drunk as hell and I am not sure if she knew she was doing that or not. The stripper let out a soft squeal, and called Cindi a dirty girl when she discovered she had no panties on. She then moved back up over her and off to her side making out with my wife again, but now her hand disappeared up her skirt. Being up and behind, I couldnt see up her skirt, but I am sure she was fingering my wife, due to the way I could see her breathing change. This lasted through the rest of the first song. When it was over the stripper for the guy left and he started to get up too, then leaned over and asked if he could watch them. I didnt quite hear their response, but I think he liked it and sat down on the couch to the immediate right of my wife. Before he did, he caught a glimpse of me watching and looked at me questionably for approval, I nodded that it was okay with me. At the time, there was nobody else back there and my wife had no idea I was watching all of this as I was behind and above her behind the five foot wall. She was also so drunk, I doubt she even remembered I was there.

As the second song begins the stripper is to my wifes left making out with her and with her hand up her skirt that is pulled halfway up her thigh, while the older guy was sitting to her right, very close almost leaning into her. As my wife made out with the stripper, she was gyrating her hips slowly enjoying the hand of the stripper. The guy sitting to her right reached over and placed his hand on her stocking mid thigh. Feeling that, my wife pulled away from the kiss to see who that was and looked at him again. She smiled, leaned over and kissed him. My heart was racing because I was conflicted. I wanted to put a stop to this while at the same time, I was hard and wanted to see what she would do. She then kissed the stripper again and then back to the guy. She was in heaven. She then reached over and gently rubbed his groin which was bulging. He then moved his hand to her skirt and pulled upwards slightly. She helped him by lifting her butt a little bit while still kissing the dancer. He pulled up her skirt enough so that even I could see her pussy exposed now. His hand moved down and now both of them were rubbing her pussy. This was unbelievable to me seeing this. The dancer and the guy knew I was watching this and were giving me a great show. This guy was old enough to be her father and his finger was in her pussy.

My wife still squeezing his bulge, prompted him to, with his free hand, to undo the button and zipper on his pants and pull out his dick, which was stiff. My wife grabbed it and squeezed it, then slowly stroked it. The second song was coming to an end, but I dont think they much cared. When the third song began, the music was girls, girls, girls by Motley Crue and my wife was now kissing the dancer while still stroking his dick. While my wifes head was turned he looked up and back at me again with a look like is this okay? I gestured it was nodding and he then got up somewhat and kneeled in front of my wife. He pulled her forward by the hips so that her hips were over the edge of the couch and while she was still kissing the dancer he pulled his bulging cock up and placed it at the entry way to her pussy. He then slowly guided it in and began to fuck my wife. Her legs were out to his sides and he was holding her by the hips. My wife, mother of two and devoted spouse was now getting fucked in a strip club by a guy old enough to be her father. Holy Shit that was hot.

While he fucked her, she would occasionally look at him and then kiss the dancer again. About halfway through the song, she said she had to go get ready for her next stage performance and make some money. She said, Ill leave you two alone and gave me a wink as she left. He then took her legs and put them up near her head and stood up so that he could fuck her plunging down deep into her pussy. As he fucked her, he now kissed her and would occasionally look up at me. Alcohol had turned my wife into a fuckslut. She was moaning and then told him to fuck her brains out. I nearly came in my pants. She was reaching out and grabbing his buttocks to pull his dick deeper inside her. Just then he arched his back and was cumming into her. (she had a tubal ligation, so I am not worried about pregnancy). He would thrust deep to shoot his load into her and then stopped altogether. They started to put themselves together and I went back to my table. She exited the VIP area and looked a little disheveled. She went right to the bathroom, no doubt to wipe up all the cum. When she came out, I met her at the restroom door and said hello. I said, that must have been some dance, you were back there for three songs. She said yes it was and that she really liked her dance with the stripper, but was tired now and wanted to go home. We did and when we got home, she passed out on the bed. I was sure to fuck her too, while she was out cold and shot my load up in her.

The next morning, she seemed to not remember the night before. I wasnt sure is she did or not, but she then asked me if we had fucked. I said yes. She said her pussy was all gooey and hairs were stuck together. What a night!

by: hullabalooiseeyou


November 2, 2014

Swinger to Hooker

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Housewife to Swinger to Hooker

My wife has been playing the prostitute for nearly 30 years off and on and it’s been really exciting for me. Every time she backs off and says she’ll give it a rest I talk her into doing it again. She doesn’t walk the streets, but we put ads in porn magazines or papers asking for “generous men”. or she’s recommended by word of mouth.

It all started from swinging, then she thought she’d like to see what she could get if she sold her services. She was still working, so she did it just on weekends. We went to bars to see if she could pick up guys, but we were inexperienced and she got fucked but didn’t make any money. Then one night coming home from one of our aborted pickups we were passing a truck on the freeway and I had her pull up her skirt, pull off her panties, while I switched on the interior light and honked the horn.

We got off at the next off ramp near home and the truck followed us and when we parked in a shopping mall he pulled up beside us. He didn’t have $100, which was what we asked, and at first she wouldn’t do it for the $40 he offered, but gave in, it was better than nothing. she climbed up into the cab and the driver let me watch, at first while he fondled her tits and cunt, then when they climbed up into the bed in back and fucked. It was dark back there except when cars when by and their lights shone in, and I could see her legs sticking up - she had on black stockings and a garter belt - and I could see his fat white ass moving up and down between her white thighs.

She almost forgot the $40 when he finished. I fucked her on the back seat of the car after I’d licked her sloppy cunt. In her haste to fuck she’d forgotten to make him wear a condom, and his cum was leaking out of her.

This was just a start, and we had many happy times, although most of the time guys used a condom. But after a while with regulars it was bareback, which was great for me. I’d get down there and lick it, smelling of cum, her cunt juice, sweat, his cologne. Yummy.

I have some great stories to tell, including the 10 days she worked in a brothel in Nevada. Let me know if you want to hear more.

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By: Gandrol

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October 31, 2014

More cream for Carly

I was lucky enough to catch up with the very horny Carly G and her Husband in Berlin at Venus last week. She is such a sexy woman who just loves cock. Here’s some latest pictures of her getting a cock over to service her holes and flood her pussy with sperm.

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October 29, 2014

My Girlfriend has a date

Cuckold Place Update

My girlfriend has a date tonight with serious cuckold overtones

After encouraging her to see someone else, to have sex with another man, she went on a date earlier this week with a guy named Dan. Last time they had sex, and all her promises to keep me updated throughout the encounter pretty much fell away. She told me she was having a nice date in a one sentence text, and then at 3:15 in the morning she tells me they had sex and are talking she will reach out to me later.

Tonight is date two. I’ve already practically begged her to tease me, though she still thinks of me as her Dom, she knows I’m getting off on the fact another man is as of 11:00 tonight in a position to do what he will with her.

She has flat out told me once she is there she doesn’t want to be rude and text me from his place. That hurts, but turns me on too. I can only encourage her, even when it stings, because I know the rewards of potentially being cuckolded are so important to me.

Tonight she has texted me stuff like this: “Are you sending him away so you can furiously masturbate about Dan fucking me?” and “I can’t believe you’re sending your best friend away to jerk off to me fucking someone else. Perv” (actual quotes) when she learned I was leaving my friends early in order to be home while she was out on her date (she lives an hour from me and I only see her every few weeks - Dan will have seen her twice in one week now).

It’s true. I’m on pins and needles and I already know I’m mostly going to be ignored tonight. But I also know that Dan is going to see her and he won’t hesitate to take advantage. I heard only small details of their last encounter. I almost didn’t want to hear more, but everything I did hear was so intensely erotic as to make me nearly cum in my pants.

So, anyway, as a newbie to all this, all I can say is my girlfriend has a date tonight, and I’ve even send her some (mild, mild) cuckold captioned porn photos to prepare her for my excitement at her being with another man

This is going to be a long night for me and I just wanted to post, to be open and honest about it, and to tell the men here that Taylor, my girlfriend, will by 11:30 eastern time be fucking another man and far too busy to text me.

By: PhonyDomandsub4RealBull

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October 27, 2014

Maid Service

Horny curvaceous hotwife Serena Biscotti is back with some more interracial adultery.


When my friend Jason came to town I drop by his hotel suite “unannounced” wearing my skimpy little French maids uniform with no panties! When he came to the door I told him I was there to clean his room but we both knew I was really there to clean his Big, Black Cock. Hopefully with every orifice of my white body. He really made me clean his room!








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October 25, 2014

My Hot Wife

Hi, my name is George , I am sixty one years of age, 6′2″ and weigh just under two hundred pounds. My wife is Cindy, she is a beautiful woman, fifteen years younger than me, 5′4″ and about one hundred and twenty pounds with dark brown hair, blue eyes and a sexy little figure, she always says that she is fat but she’s not, I see the way men give her a second and third look when we are out. We have been married for over twenty five years. Our daughter is grown up and moved out on her own. We live a comfortable life, we both work at less than fulfilling occupations.

Like I said, we have been married for many years, I have always been faithful to he, she is my life mate and the thought of not having her here with me is something that I don’t even want to consider. At first our age difference was never an issue but lately it is causing much grief. We are both going through different stages of menopause, with mine being the most concerning. I still desire her as much as ever but cannot physically give her what we both want. Cindy is very considerate about it, even pretends that she doesn’t want to have sex just so that I won’t feel bad but I know that it is an act. She was never sexually aggressive, more conservative than she should have been, I often tried to get her to expand her horizons a little but respected her desires.

About one month ago, it was a Friday, Cindy had the day off and I decided to get off early and surprise her. It turned out that the surprise was all mine. Her car was in the driveway, so I knew she was home. Silently I slipped into the house, she must be up stairs. Silently creeping up the stairs, I began to hear a muffled sound. I soon recognized it as a sound that had not been heard in our bedroom for quite awhile. It was Cindy, gently moaning amidst her heavy passionate breathing, I crept to the top of the stairs and as I peeked around the corner my heart dropped to the floor. The first thing I saw was the clothes, flung on the floor as if ripped off in a moment of passion, then the sight of my beautiful wife, lying naked on our bed with her legs spread wide apart and some man with his face buried into her crotch.

My first impulse was to burst in and beat the hell out of both of them but I just stood there, in the shadows, watching my wife, being pleasured by this man, his tongue driving her to erotic heights that I had not seen from her in many years. As her orgasm subsided, He climbed up on the bed beside her, it was then that I recognized him. It was Fred, the contractor that we had hired a couple of months ago to do some repairs on our house. I had paid him well for his work. I guess Cindy was taking care of the tip. Cindy started kissing him, moving down until her lovely lips reached his cock. She licked the end and underside so a few second before sliding it into her mouth. I had never seen her suck a cock so well, not even in her youth, she was taking him in much deeper than I could believe. It only lasted a couple of minutes, she broke it off before he had a chance to cum, this was normal for her, in her youth she had taken a load of cum in her mouth and found it disgusting, she was never able to get over this.

Cindy climbed up on top of him, straddling him with her legs spread wide, she looked like a wild erotic animal about to take her prey. Her skin was glistening, covered in their combined perspiration, I had not seen her looking so hot and sexy for a long time. She slowly lowered herself down onto his erect shaft, with it parting her lips and exploring an area that had been mine only for such a long time. She rotated her hips while raising and lowering herself onto his stiff cock, moaning with pleasure when it plunged deep into her womb. Fred was massaging her luscious breasts while she fucked him, occasionally moving a hand down to her crotch to flick her clit, causing her to tense up and loose her rhythm. After a few minutes of this Cindy began to tense up and vibrate, she was about to have another orgasm. Fred rolled her over onto her back never allowing his cock to slip out of her hot cunt, he began thrusting his cock into her at a rapid pace, it was obvious that he was about to cum too. Not wanting them to see me, I quietly slipped down the stairs and out the door, while they were finishing their climaxing.

Once outside, I drove down our street, noticing Fred’s truck parked a few houses down. I decided to wait until he left before returning home. While waiting I tried to get a grasp on what had just happened. I had just caught my wife fucking our handyman, in our bed and the surprising thing was that it had turned me on more than anything else had for a very long time. It was more than an hour before Fred left the house. I guess they decided to have another round first. He didn’t notice me as he passed my parked car.

Arriving home, at my usual time, I found Cindy, in the kitchen, preparing dinner. I had decided to play along, as if I knew nothing. The level of conversation was a little lower than usual, Cindy, understandably, seemed a little nervous. As we were finishing dinner, she mentioned that Fred had stopped by today. I asked who Fred was, she replied, the man who fixed the living room. I asked what he wanted, she said that he was just following up on the work that he did and wondered if we needed anything else. Little did she know that I knew exactly what he wanted and got. That evening we sat quietly in the living room, her watching TV while I read. I am sure that both of our minds were on the occurrences of that day.

My mind raced all night, wondering how long this had been going on It never dawned on me that little subtle changes that have taken place recently should have been taken as hints of things changing. The sudden change in clothing styles, dieting and exercising were now very obvious hints. I couldn’t see it then but now it is so clear.

That night when we went to bed the image of Cindy fucking that man here in our bed wouldn’t leave my mind. To my surprise, I found that the thought of her riding his cock was getting me aroused. I slid my hand up her night gown and began fondling her breasts. She moaned as I pinched her nipple. Moving my hand down her body, I found her pussy to be quite wet. Slipping my head under the covers, I began kissing her stomach, bellybutton and eventually her cunt. Was her wet cunt from anticipation of what might happen tonight or remnants of this afternoon’s slutty escapades. Regardless, she tasted good and her moaning as I licked her clit was getting me harder than I had been in a long time. My tongue worked vigorously on her clit taking the occasional pause to slid in between her lips into her cunt. Before long Cindy erupted into an orgasm comparable to the one I experienced that afternoon. Once she got her composure she climbed on top of me lowering her hot cunt onto my hard cock. She fucked me like I have not experienced in years. We slept naked in each others arms that night.

The next day when we got up Cindy wanted to go do some shopping so we went to the mall in a neighboring town. She purchased new skirt, blouse and underwear, much more sexy than what she would usually wear. I didn’t question the change, there was no need. After dinner we decided to go out to a club, she wore her new outfit. I watched as she got ready. She slipped off her robe and walked naked to the shower. After a few minutes she returned, still wet, drying her body with a small towel. First she pulled up her panties, a white thong, next her lacy white bra. She looked so hot. Next came the new blouse, slightly transparent giving a hint of her bra underneath. Finally her new skirt, it was much shorter than I expected, a good eight inches above the knees. She looked tremendous, so hot. After just a little make up and perfume, she was ready to go.

Cindy likes country music and there was a place nearby that suited her just fine. Walking into the bar, she turned more than one head. We got a table about ten feet from the bar. Cindy sat facing the bar and I the dance floor. I have never been much of a dancer and we both new that she would be spending most of her evening on the dance floor with strangers.

As Cindy sat at the table her short skirt allowed most of her leg to show. It wasn’t long before she had her first offer to dance. He was a man a few years older than her but younger than me. It was a fast dance and she looked so sexy. This one was a slow dance. He held her tightly as they swayed to the music, pulling her body up against his. His hand moved down from her back to her ass and gave her cheek a little squeeze. His time she didn’t move it. They swirled around the dance floor, his fingers exploring the curves of her ass, moving to the center, pushing the fabric of her dress into her crack. As he massaged her bottom her little skirt was sliding up higher and higher, exposing her bare ass to everyone in the bar. When the song was over she returned to her seat. Every slow song that night someone had her on the dance floor, groping her ass and rubbing their swollen cock against her pelvis. There was one older man that I am sure he had his hand up the front of her skirt, he must have gotten a good feel of a wet pair of panties. Watching these strangers fondle Cindy was getting me so excited. I was hard as a rock.

After closing time, we headed home. Cindy was a little timid, I think she expected me to be angry. She realized that I had to have seen everything that went on, she didn’t realize how horny it made me. We went home and had terrific sex, wow, two nights in a row. Now I am not naive enough to believe that my revived sex drive will be enough to keep Cindy faithful and to tell the truth I’m not sure that I would want her to. Sharing my wife has given our lives a new vitality. I wonder where it will go from here.

By: creator1960

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