“You look so sexy you fucking slut, open that horny, old cunt for me, I’m going to fuck the shit out of you, you dirty, slutty old whore.”
“Oh, Josh, I want to be your mature slut fuck, tell me I’m your whore. Tell me how you want your big, hard cock in my wet cunt, tell me, tell me how you’re going to fuck me, Josh, I want your young cock to fill me full of cum.”
This was a side of Gail that I had never seen. How long had their relationship been going on? She obviously loved to play the old slut to his young stud. I was both shocked and incredibly turned on by this display and I released my cock from the confines of my pants. My erection was incredibly hard and I stoked it slowly.
“Turn around and get on your hands and knees, you horny slag and show me your ass,” Josh said as he removed his shirt.
“Yes, I will, I will but show me your cock first, I want to see it.”
“You’ll see it and you’ll feel it in your mouth and old pussy. I’m going to fuck you and you’re not going to want me to stop, now turn around like I told you to you dirty slut.”
“Yes, Josh, I will, just fuck me like the whore I am,” and she turned and presented her ass to him.
Josh walked over to Gail and roughly mauled her ass then gave her two hard spanks on each cheek and said, “When I tell you to do something, you do it! You’ll see my cock when I’m good and ready. From now on you call me sir, is that clear you cheap, slutty whore?” and he spanked her again.
“Oh yes, Sir, I’m sorry, I just love your cock inside me so much and I need it bad, I sorry, Sir.”
He didn’t respond, he spread her pussy lips and asked, “How many times has this old cunt had a cock it? He rammed two fingers in and finger-fucked her with force.”
I folded the newspaper and laid it on the table, all bad news I thought as I drained the last half-inch of coffee from my mug. Gail was at the sink washing the breakfast dishes. I never tired of looking at my wife; it was always a good sight, particularly the way she was dressed now, in shorts and a t-shirt. I gazed at her shapely legs and lovely ass and felt a twinge in my loins. She had splashed some water onto her shirt and I could see the profile her large, left breast and hard nipple against the wetness.
I stood up, grabbed my mug and dropped it into the sink and gave Gail a kiss on the neck. She smiled and flicked a blob of soap suds onto my nose as I picked up the tea towel. As I dried the few items and placed them aside I was becoming very sexually aroused. Gail had always had this effect on me and now, after 35 years of marriage, I wanted her as much as ever, even though I had to find out something, somehow. I threw down the towel and went behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist and pressing my erection against her shorts.
“I want you, Mrs. Banner,” I whispered in her ear and moved my hands to her breasts.
“Oh, Mr. Banner, you are naughty, you will have to take me upstairs,” she cooed back in a sexy voice.
“No, I’m going to take you right here,” I said determinedly.
“What about Molly and Bill? They could see us through the window.”
“I don’t care, I want you here and here is where I will have you and besides, they’re on vacation.”
“Oh, I completely forgot, what about Josh?
“I don’t care if Josh sees, I’m going to take you here,” I said and unzipped her shorts, pulled them down and fondled her perfect bottom. She spread her legs allowing me easy access to her pussy and my fingers slipped easily inside then onto. My pants came off quickly and pulled her back away from the sink a little and as she bent over, her breasts became submerged in the soapy water. I rubbed my strong erection over her ass then entered her pussy. I moved back and forth at an easy pace, wanting it to last. Over the years I had learned to prolong sex although it had never been easy for me.
This adventure occurred years before we got into swinging; looking back, this may have been the beginning of our swinging.
On a road trip, my boyfriend and I discovered a classy looking strip bar. We went in. I was dressed in black: a low-cut satin top with lace bra, leather miniskirt (no panties), stockings, garter belt, and heels. He was in dark colored, full cut slacks (bulky enough to hide a hard-on; no underwear), and short sleeve shirt. We were pleasantly surprised: it was well lit, tastefully decorated, smelled clean, and had a nicely-dressed clientele of including some women. There were three dancing stages and perhaps 8 or 10 girls doing table dances.
We were ushered to a booth by a handsome, hunky guy - on the side of the main stage. Our very hot sexy waitress, in a gold sequin bra, G-string and heels, took our order and I immediately turned my attention to the dancer on stage about 8 feet from us. I had never been in a nude strip bar before. As each stripper did her routine, I got hotter and hornier. I found, much to my amazement, that I looked forward to the part of each routine where the girls exposed their pussies. Some even played with their outer lips a bit. I kept telling my boyfriend how I could improve on the dance routine, use her positions for fucking, and/or note the best moves for our own use. With this kind of conversation going on, my boyfriend inched a hand down to caress my right breast, then his other hand inches up my skirt to play with my slit. Soon I unzip his pants and snaked my hand in to stroke his rapidly hardening cock.
Our action did not go unnoticed. As each dancer noticed us they would pay more attention to our booth and their dance moves get more and more sexy. This, of course lead us to engage in more open play. Quite a few dancers asked if we wanted a table dance, with sexy grins. I was getting so horny and wett, but we turned them all down until one that we had observed with very unique moves and an especially sexy costume. She really went all out with her striptease down to just her platform heels. We kept commenting about her body, her moves and our arousal. We got even bolder with our play: my skirt was up and barely exposing my pussy my fingers were all over it (sometimes my boyfriend's); my tits exposed, and his erection out and being stroked when I wasn't fingering myself. The dancer, of course, made all kinds of comments back and played a little bit with my tits. I was VERY disappointed that she didn't invite me to play with hers or go any farther with her hands on me. By the end of the dance we were quite sweaty! As she collected her fee, she gave both of us a kiss and told us to come back the next night.
I've working for this company for about 6 months now. The owner Ms. Pam aka The Bitch is not an unattractive woman. Dark hair, nice rack, long legs, and if not for her controlling attitude, someone I might want to gobble my knob. She must have been pushing 40 and was always wearing her hair up and dressed in her custom made St. Johns business suits. My name is Jeff and I'm in my early 30's. One day around closing time most of the employees had already left especially Dave the young intern who always seem to be trying to slip out early. Pam asked me to come into her office. She wanted to go over some numbers from one of our house accounts and had me sit at her desk to look at her laptop. She kept intruded on my space as she leaned over close to me to point out various accounting numbers. I didn't think much about it at the time but she excused her self and went to her private bathroom for a minute. I noticed that there was a tab left open on her laptop which was titled My Pics and curiosity got the better of me and I clicked it as she was out of the room. I couldn't believe what I saw. There was pictures of her in all stages of undress, lots of them were in various stages of domination with both men and woman. I really had to get a good look at the ones with her carrying a riding crop and spanking her partners. The pictures had scenes of guys fucking girls but she was never one the the ones getting fucked. She was more like the director of these sexual liaisons. I was so engrossed that I didn't hear her reenter the room. "Do you like what you see?" Pam asked as I nearly jumped out of the chair.
I mumbled feebly, "Sorry." As I tried to click the pics off. I then noticed her blouse was unbuttoned down the front and her hair wasn't up like usual. She reached down and grabbed my crotch. I guess I was slightly aroused and she squeezed my semi hard cock and stated, "Oh, I see you did enjoy the pictures." She led me to the leather sofa with her hand tightly around my balls and started to unzip my pants. I started to object when she interrupted with something about did I like my job. When she pulled my bad boy out she cooed that she thought I had a big one. Now she was right about that. All the men in my family have had large cocks and mine was 8 inches long and thick when fully erect. She dropped down on her knees and engulfed my cock with her wet mouth. She pulled her tits out of her bra and I could feel her hard nipples drilling holes in my thighs as she sucked my cock like a pro. She pushed me down on the sofa with her mouth never leaving my dick. I didn't know what to think but my cock did and it was saying don't stop. I laid back to enjoy it. As she sucked my hard dick she put her hand around the base of my dick and pumped it as she gave me an intense blow job. I noticed her hike her skirt up over her ass and then slip her other hand underneath her pantyhose and I assumed she was fingering her own cunt. Soon her muffled moans confirmed it. I heard her garble, "Pinc mi ipples." I leaned forward and twirled those eraser tips between my fore fingers. "Arder!" she ordered. I squeezed them roughly and the bitch started moan screaming as she pistoned my cock. She was giving me one sloppy BJ as I saw her ass bucking back and forth.
I just recently moved to a new city, started a new job, and met so many new people that I felt very insecure and lonely. About two months ago I met John and Debbie through a mutual friend. John is very nice looking, at about six foot two inches with blue eyes and dark brown hair. I was attracted to him right away, but his wife Debbie sort of intimidated me. Debbie is a gorgeous blonde, the type that guys pant and drool over. She's really tall, about five foot ten, with long blonde hair that reaches her waist. She has a beautiful figure (36-24-35) and is in really good shape. And she has a nice tan that makes her green eyes stand out. We went to dinner, our mutual friend that I was seeing was a nice guy, but we were just friends.
We talked about moving into the area, and how hard is to find new friends and make new contacts. Just after we were seated for dinner, Debbie and I excused ourselves and went to the "powder room", the wine we'd been drinking in the lounge had run its course and we wanted to get rid of it. When I came out of the stall, Debbie was combing her hair in front of the mirror and I checked my make-up. I saw her eyeing me in the mirror, giving me an up and down look, and felt pretty good that she thought I was a potential rival (not that I'd try to take a married guy from his wife). I'm not bad looking. I'm five foot four with light brown hair, brown eyes (that guys say are very sexy "bedroom" eyes), and I'm proud of my figure (34c-22-34), although sometimes I wish my breasts were larger. The dress I was wearing was a light slinky affair that showed off my figure and was green and black and it came down to just above my knees. Debbie wore a pure black dress that accented her cleavage and her hips, and her long legs with a slit on one side that stopped almost indecently high on her thigh. Debbie said "I'm jealous.