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.”

“Seriously?”

“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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Longball

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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Babysitter Stripper

It took a long time to find a babysitter for my infant child, but when my wife called one day to say she had found the perfect girl, I was thrilled that we’d finally be able to go out once again. My wife was beautiful, she had nice D cup breasts and a delicious body, but our sex life had been sapped by the arrival of a baby. At 25 we were both overwhelmed by the responsibilities of children and careers and we hadn’t had much time for each other.

Our first date in a year occurred a week later when we went out to a movie and dinner. The babysitter was a stunningly beautiful 18 year old named Victoria, who was getting ready to attend college the next year. Victoria was every man’s fantasy, a chirpy, big –breasted, thin girl with a gorgeous face and long, Italian brunette hair. The first time I saw her I nearly had an instant erection. My wife had found her through a co-worker, apparently she was an in-demand babysitter, and at least from my perspective, I could see why. She arrived in a short black skirt and a low cut top, and after making arrangements with my wife we both left her to sit with the kid. At the movie and dinner I enjoyed my alone time with my wife, but Victoria stayed in my mind. That night, my wife drove Victoria home, and I jerked off while she was gone.(to my disappointment). When my wife got home I threw her into bed and make passionate love to her, but again Victoria was nagging me with thoughts of her sumptuous body.

Over the next several months Victoria babysat for us about every two weeks, and the routine continued. I gradually got to know her through our short, two minute encounters. One night, my wife drank too much wine and asked me to take Victoria home instead. I obliged, and realizing I needed to write Victoria a check for her work, I quickly sat down at the kitchen table and opened the checkbook. As I was writing Victoria walked by, accidentally dropping some of her makeup on the floor. I couldn’t help but stare as she bent over to pick it up, giving me a view to die for. Her pleated skirt was just the right length, rising just high enough to give me a peak of a sexy black thong. I had an instant hard-on, and suddenly she caught my gaze and blushed. I continued writing, but we both knew that I had been looking and enjoying the view.

I drove her home after her little bending over incident, but she seemed extra interested in me in a way that she hadn’t happened before. She laughed at my mini-jokes that weren’t funny, she smiled at me, and I swear that she pressed those sexy breasts together just to give me a view as she sat in the passenger seat. In the weeks that followed the flirting continued, I even caught one glare from my wife, but I figured it was just playful fun. About eight weeks after my gaze, I drove Victoria home again. This time Victoria started asking about the health of my marriage and my sex life. I told her that I loved my wife, but our sex life was a bit boring. She said that was too bad, and then she told me about her sex life. Apparently she had a boyfriend who had gotten pretty serious, and the implicit message was that she wasn’t a virgin. They had a hard breakup three months back, and now Victoria was out on the prowl, looking for a decent man. She finished her story as we pulled up to her house, and I said “Ok, See ya next time.” As she got out, she smiled, her red bra was visible all the way around her low cut tank top, and she climbed out of the car. This time though, she gave me a deliberate view of her red panties. They were see through boy shorts that hugged her beautiful ass, and I nearly burst in my pants. We smiled at each other as she walked away; I rushed home to masturbate and fuck my wife.
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My Dirty Little Whore

I decide to surprise you and pick you up after the club. I park the car outside and while I wait I watch the pussy walking by and think about how I am going to have you tonight.

You exit the club with a tall attractive male. When I am about to attract your attention I notice your hand is on the guy’s ass and both of you are flirting shamelessly.

Standing right outside the club you pull the guy towards you and you begin kissing. He places his thigh between your legs and you rub yourself against him once before pulling down the hem of your figure-hugging short dress.

Taking him by the hand you lead your date into the alley.

I drive the car around the block and enter the alley from the opposite direction with my headlights off. I see your silhouette push the guy up against the wall and to my delight I see you drop to your knees in front of him.

In the darkness the car creeps silently closer until I have a perfect view of the two of you. Dirty lil slut I think to myself as I roll down the car window.

In the quiet of the alley I can hear you both moan and gasp and I can’t resist giving my swelling cock a firm squeeze.

Ohhhhh! Fuck! I hear your lover groan. I watch him push a hand down inside the front of your dress. Ohhhh Yes! You’re sucking me so good baby!

I watch you purposefully work his cock between your lips and listen to him moaning with pleasure. It doesn’t take you long to bring him off. Moments later he grunts hard and curses as his hips jerk uncontrollably.

Knowing how much you get off on having a guy unload in your mouth increases my enjoyment as I watch and I imagine just how wet your pussy must be right now as you hungrily swallow.

When you get to your feet I immediately switch on my headlights and start the car. I am surprised when you casually walk towards me and lean in through the car window.

Enjoy that Gary? You tease, giving me a wicked smile. I loved it. I confess, staring down the front of your dress. Now get in the back. You jump in and sit in the center of the back seat. I drive off and adjust the rear view mirror so that I can see you clearly.

You knew I was watching? I ask, as I turn onto the main street. Yes! It was such a turn-on to know you were watching and enjoying. And he had a beautiful big cock that I loved having in my mouth. You slut! I groan. Did he fuck your mouth good? I fucked him! You correct me. And I’ll bet it’s the best blowjob he’s ever had.
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Hen Night

So, it’s my hen night. I am getting married in 3 days! I am so excited and couldn’t wait. But tonight was about something else. The HEN NIGHT.

The girls had arranged it all, but they wouldn’t let me into the secret of what was planned.

My soon to be husband was in the house, it was a Friday 6pm, the girls had arrived so I told him politely to fuck off and let us have our fun. I could see he was pissed about it, but I didn’t care, I only planned to have one big hen night party.

The girls then revealed what I was to wear. It was too slutty, but I had agreed. It was a short-tight bride outfit, but short skirted so much that you could practically see my pussy. My tits too were practically hanging out. I wore a white veil, with the usual ‘L’ plate too, white stockings and suspenders that only reached my thighs and to finish off big stiletto high heels that were white.

I looked like a common tramp dressed all in white. Before we left for the taxi, I put on my make-up, a lot of blush for the cheeks for the whorish look, and bright red tart lipstick to finish off the agreed slutty look. I blew myself a kiss and we all walked out the door tottering on our high heels and looking like decked out sluts ready for anything.

We arrived at a club and we were soon dancing getting all the male attention. I was soon drunk too, guys were lining up to buy me drinks.

As I was dancing guys were touching my body, getting cheeky gropes and feels of my arse. I was loving it, and I was as wet as fuck. I decided right then I deserved one last fling before I got married, and tonight was got to be that night. Anyone would do, just a dirty quick fuck in the toilets to see me off.

Me and the girls were totally pissed out of our heads, and some were starting to call it a night. I didn’t want to leave and I was begging them to stay, I couldn’t believe they wanted to leave me on my hen night, but it was late, about 2am. I refused to leave, and luckily for me some guys who I had danced with said they would look after me. I thought fuck it, why not, my hen night, i’ll do what I want. My friends pleaded with me to go with them, but I refused.

So, me and the boys, six in all went back to their place. We got a taxi. Once in the taxi the boys started fondling my tits, playing with my pussy and kissing me. The taxi driver kept getting an eyeful, he must have thought I was such a whore. But…on a girls hen night, you are allowed to be the whore just once!

When I got to theirs, the suprise for me was that they also had another half dozen friends there. There was easily twelve guys all there, and once I was in their apartment, it soon got heated. One guy called out,

“Who is the slut”
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