My Slut Wife Needs Big Dick

My wife Amy lay naked on the bed, her body still glistening from our lovemaking. I slowly stroked her flat stomach and large breasts idly marveling over her gorgeous body. My attention was diverted to her vagina, it was slowly dripping out my cum. I reached down and smeared it over the out side of her pussy lips, slowly rubbing the folds of her vagina.

Out of the blue she asked, “Do you like my pussy?”

Quickly I answered, “of course I do crazy, I just came in it didn’t I?”

She smiled and then hesitated, searching for words. “I mean its kind of wrinkly and loose.”

I thought about how to reply to that… “I like it, its kind of slutty, makes me want to fuck you,” I replied jokingly, but actually serious. Amy liked feeling dirty in bed, and I loved it.

She laughed and said, “You’re weird,” then pushed me.

“Why is you’re pussy like that?” I asked innocently.

Her smile evaporated.

She looked like she was struggling with herself.

“Remember open and honest in the bed room,” I said, trying to prod her.

“You promise you won’t be mad with me?” she said.

“Of course not,” I said quickly, starting to get excited. I sensed she was about to tell me something dirty. My curiosity was overwhelming.

“Fine,” she said resolutely, “I used to have a boyfriend with a really big dick, he always fucked me really hard and after a while my pussy started to look like that.” “Are you mad?” she asked.

“No,” I hesitated in anticipation. “Was he black?” I asked.

I had always had a fantasy about seeing my wife with a well-endowed black man. The thought of a huge black shaft sliding into her body really turned me on. I could always come to the thought of her pussy stretched impossibly tight around a monster dick. Finally I had an opening to bring it up.

Amy looked perplexed at the question.

“No, Why do you ask that?” was her reply.

It surprised and disappointed me that she said that. I though quickly and changed the subject. “Did you like being fucked by such a big dick?” she looked concerned, and I added quickly, “It’s ok you can tell me, I won’t be mad.”

Movement caught her eye and she glanced down and saw that my dick was starting to get hard. She started at it and was silent for a minute. Her eyes glazed over as she stared at my now fully erect 6″ dick, as if remembering what it felt like to have her pussy stretched around a fat cock.

She snapped out of it and replied huskily, “yes.”

She looked up at me and said, “I guess that turns you on huh?” giggling nervously.

“I guess so,” I replied giggling just as nervously.

“So why did you ask if he was black?” she said more seriously.

Very happy that she asked the question I replied, “Because all black guys have really big dicks.” “You’ve never seen a black man naked before?” I added.


Half jokingly I said, “Maybe we should watch some porn with some black guys in it.”

My wife and I watched porn regularly. She even enjoyed watching some pretty dirty stuff and was more than willing to act it out afterwards. I was very happy when she smiled and said OK.

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Fucking Her Best Friend Raw

“Oh my God!” she yelled at the top of her lungs “we should not be doing this” as her best friend’s boyfriend pounded his eight inch dick into her tight 23 year old pussy. Jane buried her face into the pillow as she accepted a serious pounding as he continued to crash into her from behind, pounding her relentlessly despite her weak protests for him to stop. He couldn’t help but admire her young tight body. She was quite the site to see bent over – even better than he had imagined.

Jane had just about all she could take as her best friend’s boyfriend fucked her harder than she had ever been fucked before. To think she was getting fucked by the guy Andrea would probably marry and in the bed that the couple shared. It was so wrong and they both knew it but her insatiable lust was something she could no longer deny.

He slapped her ass hard to let her know she was just a slut that he was fucking, even though the two of them had been friends for over a year. They had met through his girlfriend, Andrea. Andrea and Jane had been best friends since they were ten, so for Jane to be fucking her best friend’s boyfriend behind her back, Jane knew that both relationships would be ruined if Andrea ever found out. The stakes were incredibly high and the situation was so incredibly hot.

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My Wife Is a Dirty Girl

After my in-laws arrived for a night of baby-sitting, I climbed the stairs to the second floor. My wife, Helena, was standing nude in the bathroom while blow drying her hair. She had just gotten out of the shower and left the door wide open. Fog clouded the mirror as I took in her flawless form. Two child births hadn’t done her body any wrong. Her ass was still firm, and her tits larger than when we first met. She smiled at me as I entered the bathroom.

“I see you left the door wide open for me.”

“In more ways than one,” she replied. I put my arms around her and kissed her on the back of the neck, the blow dryer whipped her blond locks into my face like strings of spaghetti. She turned off the blow dryer as my cock grew hard in my jeans. She spun around and we found each other’s tongues. “That’s nice,” she commented.

We continued kissing as I pressed my body against her nude form. I reached down and cupped her cheeks in my hands and separated them a bit so one of my middle fingers could tease her anus. “Whatta you doing?”

“Hopefully making you wet.”

“You’re succeeding.”

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Are You Ready For Some Football?

It was really all about showing off my new flat screen TV. The plan was to have some of my best friends over for a Monday night football game. I’d had them over before. In fact, we often watched games at each other’s homes. 

I’m not that big a fan of football, these things are really social events for me – a chance to bond with my friends. My wife suggested that’s why I bought the TV in the first place, to encourage my friends to come over.

Not that it was an issue with her, as Nancy liked my friends. They were a harmless group of seven guys. Lead among them was Tom, my best friend since high school, and Gene, an older coworker for whom I have a great deal of respect.

Our guests began arriving around 7:30 for the big Raiders vs. Broncos game. When he showed up, Tom asked me if it was OK that he invited a guy who works with him. The guy, Rocky, is looking into buying a flat screen. Sure, no problem, I said.

About 10 minutes later, the doorbell rang and Nancy answered it. 

“Holy shit,” someone bellowed from the foyer.

“That’s Rocky,” Tom announced. “I guess he’s met Nancy.” Tom ran to meet him and then led him into the living room. Nancy followed them and I could see she was not happy.

The guy was a big Italian dude, at least 6’5″. He looked like he could have been playing in the game instead of watching it. Tom made the introductions and ended with me and then Nancy.

“Yeah, we met. I’m sorry baby, but I just don’t meet chicks built like you every day,” he said looking directly at her breasts. Nancy was standing there giving him a hateful stare while trying her best to downplay her body.

I’ll admit that’s not an easy task. As you probably guessed, my gorgeous 26-year-old wife has an impressive set of breasts. A description of her body always begins with her 42-inch chest. From there, he body narrows to a 23-inch waist, and then slopes out again to 36 inches. She has shoulder-length light brown hair and an angelic face. Not to be forgotten are her world-class legs; at 5’10” she’s as tall as I am.

On this evening, Nancy was dressed in a snug pair of jeans and a tight sleeveless shirt. I was always noticing the guys sneaking peeks at her body. They just weren’t as up front about it as this Rocky guy was acting. 

Nancy is an educated businesswoman with a master’s degree, who generally tries to downplay her physical assets. She’s used to men noticing her. They try to hit on her all the time, but she always cuts them down or brushes them away. 

Rocky’s attentions were obviously annoying her, so she spun on her heels and headed for the kitchen. Rocky didn’t take his eyes off her sexy ass until she was out of sight.

“Good damn. That is one hot piece of ass.”

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Girlfriend Likes To Dance

I’m writing today to relay a situation that happened to me exactly two month ago. That night I was going out with my girlfriend. There wasn’t anything unusual about that. We would usually go out at least one or two nights during the week or weekend. We were planning on going to our local pub and hanging with the regular crowd.

I arrived at my girlfriends place and she was already to go. My girlfriend stands 5’7″ and weighs 120lbs with very shapely legs a very thin waist and perfect B cup titties. She is a knockout in her short skirts and tight mid drift tops. Tonight was no exception. She had on a very short tight skirt that didn’t even reach her mid thighs and a nice tight top that showed the perfect shape of her chest and left her belly exposed. Her outfit was capped off with a small pair of 3 inch spiked heals. Damn I loved the way she dressed.

We made it to the local watering hole and settled in at the bar for a few drinks. After and hour or two we both were feeling no pain and my girlfriend decided she would like to go somewhere to dance. Knowing that I don’t dance this subject would come up once in a while and we would have it out. This night I didn’t feel like fighting so I gave in and told her that it sounded like fun. So off we went.

We ended up at one of the more popular night clubs and this night was no exception. There must have been five hundred people in this place. I was surprised we were able to make it in with just a minimal wait. Once inside it was wall-to-wall people. Everyone was bumping into everyone else. We followed the flow until we worked are way around the dance floor and just when I thought we were going to have to stand all night the booth next to us was empting out. It looked like the couple sitting in it were having a disagreement and they cleared out. My girlfriend and I scored the booth. So there we were sitting facing the crowded dance floor and I was wondering how long it would take for me to get another drink.

The bar waitress arrived fairly soon and I ordered a couple of drinks each. The music was very loud and the lights were low with flickering strobes. My girlfriend was getting into the scene dancing in her place itching to get out on the floor. I told her I’d better wait for the drinks so we don’t loose our booth. She was good with that. Before our drinks made it to the table a big black guy approached and asked if he could dance with my date. I looked at my girlfriend and she seemed to want to go so I gave the go ahead and he reached one of his huge pawls out and my girlfriend laid her very small hand in his mitt. This guy led her to the floor and as he walked it was like the sea of people parted just from the pure presence of the guy. He towered over my girlfriend by almost a foot. 

The drinks showed up just as my girlfriend made it to the dance floor. I paid the waitress and had a drink then looked to the floor to see what was happening. That place may have been dark but it was easy to spot that big guy on the floor because he was the tallest one out there. They were dancing to a fast song and my girlfriend was really shaking what she got. She was having a good time and she looked hot doing it. When the song ended I watched as she turned to go and he reached out and grabbed her arm and kept her on the floor for the next song. The song turned out to be a slow one and I watched as the big guy pulled my girlfriend in close to him. 

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Kiss My Ass

It had been a good night. Although I generally dislike being the third wheel, I usually enjoy going out with my roommate Kyle and his girlfriend Shannon. We always have fun, even if we do tend to drink a little too much and this night was no exception.

“I’m telling you, she wanted you!” Shannon said, giving me a playful punch on the shoulder. “You should have talked to her!

“Whatever,” I answered, fumbling with my keys.

“Hurry up and open the damn door!” Kyle slurred impatiently. “I think I’m going to be sick again!”

Shannon stuck her bottom lip out in mock sympathy and patted her drunken boyfriend on the head.

“Awww, poor baby,” she purred. “Did you drink a little too much?”

We all knew the answer to that question, as Kyle had already puked twice since we left the bar. In fact, it looked like number three was on its way.

As soon as I opened the door, Kyle pushed past me, holding his hand over his mouth and charging straight for the bathroom. Me and Shannon exchanged amused looks as my roommate could be heard puking his guts out in our bathroom.

“Seriously,” she began. “You really should have talked to that girl.”

I just shook my head. Shannon was always trying to hook me up with girls on our little outings, but for the most part I end up talking to her. It was like she was just one of the guys. I could talk to her about anything, which is more than I could say for most females.

“Maybe you should have put in a good word for me,” I said slumping down on the couch.

“Maybe you should get your balls re-attached!” she countered with a smile.

Just then we heard the toilet flush as Kyle stumbled out of the bathroom, wiping his mouth.

“You okay baby?” Shannon asked as her boyfriend turned and made his way to his bedroom.

“Well, goodnight,” I said standing up from my comfy seat.

Shannon turned and looked at me with a confused expression.

“What do you mean “Goodnight”? She asked. “You and I are going to have another drink!”

“Aren’t’t you tired?” I asked, running my hands through my hair.

“The night is still young,” she countered. “Unless you’re not up to it.”

“Oh, I’m up to it!”

“Good. Then get me a drink!”

Shannon dropped onto the couch as I went to the fridge. As I was searching for something with alcohol in it, I heard Kyle’s door shut. I knew he was out for the night.

“Hey, you have scrabble!” Shannon exclaimed, noticing the game sitting on top of the TV.

“Yeah. So.”

“Let’s play.”


“Yes! Why, are you scared?”

I laughed.

“If you beat me at scrabble,” I said. “I’ll kiss your ass!”
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Wife Ass Fucks Her Girl Friend

I was on my stomach. My tongue nestled in Georgie’s ass crack as she also lay on her stomach on the bed in front of me. She was sucking Chas’s cock – her husband. Behind her, I was slowly moistening her anus, in preparation for what I was about to give her. Around my waist was my new blue jelly dong, complete with the strap on attachment that would allow me to fuck my best friend in the ass. Behind me, my ex-boss Al was wanking his fat cock knowing that the moment I started fucking my best friend in the ass, he would shove his cock into my hungry cunt, completing a horny chain that was being filmed by Steve, my husband.

For those of you who are reading this and haven’t read any of my other stories, I guess I should explain!

My name is Dee, and I am a married woman who likes to ‘play’. I am 42, still in good shape, with long legs, nice boobies and blonde hair. Most guys say my ass is me best feature, but I think it is my eyes! I love to stare deeply into a man’s eyes as I suck his cock, letting him know that I want him to cum in my mouth. Oh shit, I am digressing again.

Georgie is my best friend, and occasional lover. She is a buxom brunette, with an incredible talented mouth, able to quickly pleasure men or women.

Chas is Georgie’s husband, and he is also a real deviate, responsible for my initial venture into the world of extra-marital sexual adventures. He is a little short, somewhat tubby, but loves to eat pussy and has made me cum purely with his tongue many, many times.

Al is my ex-boss. I started working for Al many years ago as a real estate agent. He is now 63, but still a randy old bugger, and when we get together, we always end up doing something naughty!

Lastly, Steve is my husband. He and I have been married for years, having met in high school. We have a great relationship, and enjoy turning each other on with the help of additional sex partners. Unlike me, he is purely heterosexual, and likes best to watch me play up, take some photos, shoot some video for posterity’s sake, then fuck the shit out of me too!
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It was Saturday and my wife Nikki had gone out shopping with one of her girlfriends, so I decided to take a shower and call up a couple of friends to come over and watch the baseball game.

Kevin was the first to show up with a 12 pack of beer, and Bobby was not far behind with a bottle of rum.

“Come on in guys. The game starts in about twenty minutes. Let’s get some drinks started.”

We had just settled in for the game when the phone rang. It was Nikki calling.

“Hi Michael, I’m done shopping and I’m on my way home. I want to model some of the clothes I bought for you.”

“That sounds great baby. Kevin, Bobby and I were starting to watch a ballgame and having a few drinks.”

“Well I guess I can show you my outfits another time then” she said.

“Don’t be crazy” I told her. “Kevin and Bobby can be a second and third opinion on how they look on you.”

“Well o.k. then. I’ll be home shortly honey. See you soon. Love you. Bye.”

The game was a rainout so me and my buddies just sat around talking and drinking. We all three had a good buzz going when my wife got home.

As they were all saying there hello’s I made my way to the kitchen to make Nikki a drink.

She walked into the kitchen and I handed her the rum and coke. She gave me a kiss and told me she didn’t know if she could show off her new clothes in front of our company.

“Why not? We’ve known Kevin and Bobby since high school” I told her.
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Elaine Wants To Be Watched

Simon Hanson considered himself a normal guy. Six feet tall, short brown hair, average build. He wasn’t an Adonis by any measure, but he kept himself in shape as much as he could. He worked in an office, doing an unexciting job, earned an decent wage and owned his own flat in the west end of Glasgow. He’d seen a couple of his friends get married and seen the changes it made to their lives. He almost got married once, but late on in the relationship had suddenly had a moment of clarity and told his girlfriend that she might be getting married, but it wouldn’t be to him. He was thirty years old, and didn’t want to do the acceptable thing and settle down.

He spent a lot of his time thinking about sex, and had had plenty of experiences over the years some of which seemed to fall into his lap in the weirdest circumstances and he enjoyed the freedom that life gave him.

Simon was at a works night out in a pub in West George Street in Glasgow, on a Friday, which was the usual pub for them. It was getting late and he knew he’d need to be heading home quite soon. He’d been talking to a colleague of his, Elaine, earlier and as usual she’d offered him a lift home, as she lived only a couple of miles from him.

Elaine was a couple of years older than him. Average height, pear shaped body with beautiful round hips and ass, not too big. She was probably about a size 12 with nice sized boobs, maybe a 36 C or D he guessed. He spent long enough looking at them. He’d noticed long ago that her blouses gaped open at just the right height to allow an enquiring eye a good view of a boob, or her bra at least. Her hair had always been cut relatively short, in a sexy brown bob. She was sexy as hell all over.

About 11pm, they were sitting at the end of a long table with everyone sitting round it. No-one was listening to their conversation and they were talking about quite personal stuff, and she told him about her last holiday to Las Vegas, where she’d seen a guy in a convertible pull alongside the bus they were in and start to wank himself. She’d told the same story at a team lunch they’d had a week before, and he said this, but she replied;

“I made out like I was disgusted when I was telling everyone, but I actually kind of enjoyed it…it was weird watching him, but it was also…sort of …erotic…seeing him do that to himself in front of me.” She seemed a bit embarrassed to admit it and Simon;

“Well, it’s normal to be turned on watching other people like that.”

“I know. Have you ever seen anyone do that or anything else?” she asked.

“I’ve seen a few things. What did you think of it?” he said, deflecting it back to her.

“I think the guy must like being watched if he was doing that in front of a bus full of people.”

“Yeah, he must get off on it, but I wouldn’t have the nerve to do that in front of a whole bus full of passers by” he said, hoping she’d pick up on something.

“What about in front of a couple of people?” she asked.

“Probably…’ he said “but they’d either need to be very good friends or complete strangers. Someone you could trust not to cause any problems later or someone you’d never see again.”

“When was the last time you did it?” she asked.

“Uh, what do you mean?” He didn’t want to start admitting anything at this point.

“I mean when did you last masturbate?” she said. He would normally have felt weird about talking about this with someone else apart from his best friends, but he was quite drunk by now, though he was still taken aback by the question, so he fired it back at her.

“Well you tell me first, when did you last do it…when did you last masturbate?”

“‘What makes you think I do?”

“Doesn’t everyone?”
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Last Laugh

Sue and I have been married for eleven years, and we spent the first seven years together without kids. Now we have a five year old and a three year old. To say the least, they’ve caused us to change our lifestyle a little. Before the children, we were far more socially and sexually active. In fact, we were rather wild: Both of us have enjoyed sex in a variety of places and positions, and with a variety of techniques and toys. We’d even kicked around the idea of adding another partner to our romps.

Admittedly, I was far more interested in having another lady join us that I would have been about a male third. At one point we had even decided to invite a girl from work to join us. Sue was excited about the whole thing, as was I, but our female guest got cold feet and chickened out. Luckily, there was no big scene, and Sue and I enjoyed some big orgasms later that night! Sue was as hot as a firecracker, and I had the only fire hose!

We live in a nice little neighborhood now, and we’ll never have to move again unless we want to. We’ve pretty much settled in, and the children have lot’s of little buddies. Sue and I have met all our neighbors, and that’s where the story begins.

Our neighbor, Cindy, is 29 and lives alone with her mother and two dogs. She works an office job and is very attractive, but I’ve never seen her with any men. In fact, the only guest I’ve ever seen at her house was a rather sturdy looking girl, who I assumed was a dyke. But that’s not really important – it’s a free country, right?

Cindy walks her dogs every evening, and always stops to chat with folks up and down the street. I’d noticed that she seems to like Sue, as they’ll talk as long as they can – until something interupts them. I kid Sue often about her “girlfriend”, but she insists that Cindy isn’t interested in her. When I suggest that we invite Cindy to make a sandwich with us she always says that I couldn’t handle it. My wife can be very naive.

One night recently, when I got home after work, Sue told me that she had invited Cindy over. I perked up, and I asked, “Are we gonna make a sandwich?” Sue slapped at me, and said no. “Well, you’ve got to watch that girl, dear… She’s a carpet muncher!” “No she’s not.”, she said. Sue started slapping me again when I went on, “Mark my words: She won’t stop ’til she’s eating your pussy or you’re eating hers…”, I had to scramble and duck, “or both!” Sue chased me away, but she was laughing.
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