The Stigma of Male Masturbation
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Posted:Aug 3, 2019 8:16 pm
Last Updated:Aug 3, 2019 8:18 pm
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What is it with masturbation that society finds so bad. I can go into a drug store and find toys women masturbate with, but masturbation is taboo.
If the stigma of masturbation didn't exist and men (and women) could freely masturbate without fear of offending or alienating people society would be far better. No I am not talking about being able masturbate in public or jerk off in front of (unwilling) observers.
When a young man is horny and doesn't have a girlfriend, it would be shameful tell his friends he is going jerk off. The "right" thing do is go find a woman, a woman persuade, conquer. This concept of having "fuck" a woman can easily slip misogyny, , and other sexual attacks.
If a guy can get his rocks off as shamelessly by jerking off as by having sex, then the need take advantage of a woman is greatly reduced. This is not say that there aren't misguided men have personality issues and need prove their manhood by attacking women.
I have often said I'd rather masturbate than have bad sex; bad sex includes sex with unwilling or non-reciprocating partners.
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First Date at the Nude Beach
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Posted:Jul 23, 2019 3:29 pm
Last Updated:Oct 4, 2019 9:29 pm
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If you’ve read my profile you know I like foreplay, anticipation, and the tease. I met a friend online and we it off and agreed meet. Normally I like meet in a public place give everyone a chance be comfortable with each other. My new friend and I agreed meet at a café and then go Gunnison (nude) Beach together. The anticipation in the days leading up to the date was breathtaking.
On the appointed day we met at the café, had some breakfast and chatted for a little while. Then we set off to the beach. We parked the cars, gathered our chairs, umbrella, drinks, and sunscreen. She took off her bikini top at the car leaving her boobs dancing sensuously her cover up. As we made our (long) way the beach we wondered if we had taken a wrong turn, but then before long we started see naked assets. We were in the right place. My cock was hard and this was going be a problem all day – it is said be poor nude-beach-etiquette sport an erection. Damn! What am I going do?
We found a nice spot on the somewhat crowded beach. The sun was and all the naked skin glowed beautifully in that sun. I set up the umbrella, the beach blanket and chairs. Then came the moment; I dropped my shorts and underwear at once and my cock sprang . Ok, I was not exactly embarrassed but I looked around see noticed. No looked alarmed and I am not sure anyone looked at all. My friend also stripped down naked and her body looked as sexy as it did in pics and on cam. This was going be a good day. I’d never touched that sexy body but here it was standing next to me in all its glory – and again couldn’t do much about it (another nude beach etiquette is that there is no sex on the beach). I offered cream (not that way, you with the dirty mind) my friend with sun tan lotion. I was careful cover all the spots, particularly the whiter areas that hadn’t seen the sun in some time. Then she took the lotion and took care of my skin…and I almost creamed another way.
We lay in the sun and enjoying our conversation and the scenery. Around us were / couples, individual males and females, and gay couples of both sorts. Everyone seemed be enjoying the sun and scenery. There is a certain amount of looking but no real staring. It is super sexy! My friend and I talked about bodies we found attractive including body parts—she pointed out a black guy with great ass and cock as she fantasized about it. I sat on the chair with my cock held down a bit by my legs keep the erection at bay. Eventually it relaxed a semi-turgid state that seemed acceptable but from my survey of the surrounding cocks was far more erect than any other on the beach. I noticed a few people (males and females) checking my turgidity, but maybe they just liked it.
We swam up the beach and then walked down the beach (the water had a slightly relaxing effect on my cock). We enjoyed the casualness of the nudity, both the others and ours. We talked a of people on the beach and in the water. People were usually friendly and even if not talkative seemingly pleasant and respectful. The combination of so many beautiful bodies, the anticipation of what might happen later with my friend and the competing effort keep my cock in check was very sexy. We spent hours on the beach and then decided go find a place . …and that is another story.
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Just Helping Out Some Friends
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Posted:Oct 7, 2018 8:37 pm
Last Updated:May 11, 2024 2:36 am
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A friend of mine introduced me to work colleague last week who, it turns out, is planning a special birthday present for his wife. My friend knows that I like 3’s but he and his wife are a little too uptight to partake—he freely admits that, seemingly a little frustrated with that situation.
The colleague, Jim, and I get to talking about what he wants to do for his wife. He explains that they have never done anything like this before but that he wanted to make his wife’s birthday memorable by fulfilling a fantasy she had expressed about having a MFM. Jim is attractive, with olive skin and a bit of an accent. He envisions himself and another (presumably me) guy pleasure his wife in any way she wants. I said that is sounds nice and fun and ask about the ground rules. I had to explain what I meant and we talked about what he fantasized about happening.
After about 20 minutes of talking Jim looks up and says “here comes Dawn now.” Into the bar comes a nicely shaped, petite Mediterranean-looking woman. She smiles broadly to Jim and comes over to join us. Jim introduces us and Dawn sits down between us. I can’t help but notice that Dawn is wearing a white dress shirt pulled just right across her breasts with the buttons just undone enough to see some cleavage. She has long dark hair that sometimes brushes my shoulder when she turns her head. She smells delicious.
We all make small talk for a while and then Dawn gets up to go to the lady’s room. Jim looks at me as if to ask would I like to fuck his wife. I smiled a very definite affirmation. I told him he is a lucky man and his wife is gorgeous. The tension is a little relieved when she gets back but we don’t, of course, talk about the surprise. At one point I go to order another round and I can see that Jim is soliciting Dawn’s impression of me. She looks up at me as he asks this question and I almost think she knows what he is thinking. That’s ok with me. It might be my imagination but Dawn gets a little flirty with me when I get back to the table and since I am always a little flirty we got along famously.
I make arrangements with Jim to come by their house on Saturday afternoon. It is a beautiful Saturday and about noon I take another shower, shave down under, and head out to Dawn and Jim’s. My cock is hard just thinking about the fun that is likely in store. When I get there Jim answers the door and tells me that Dawn is in the garden and will be in soon. He gets me a beer and we sit on the deck talking about a little of everything. I can tell he is a little nervous but so am I, at least with anticipation—my cock is still trying to borrow out of my pants.
A few minutes later Dawn comes up on the Deck wearing a t-shirt without a bra and a pair of shorts. Her nipples are hard under the t-shirt and it is a bit sweaty. She is dirty from head to toe. She seems a little embarrassed and says she’s going in to take a shower. I flirtatiously say that that sounds like fun. She gives me a look over her shoulder with a smile. She disappears into the house. Jim and I follow her to the bedroom. She goes into the bathroom leaving the door ajar. We agree that we’re invited. He is naked first and I am right behind. The bathroom is a big master bath and the shower is huge with jets in all directions. In the shower is a gorgeous olive-skinned body. She is washing her hair and doesn’t notice as we come in. When she opens her eyes we are both standing there about to step in the shower and she just bursts out laughing. “Well get in here you two. It’s cold with the door open.”
Ok, the shower is big, but with 3 people in it there is a lot of body contact especially with two hard cocks in there. To my surprise Jim is not particularly concerned when our cocks touch. Dawn checks us out. Jim is broad shouldered and muscular – not quite a body builder, but he has some good definition. I am athletic but not so well defined. His cock is a little shorter than average and pretty thin. When she checks out my cock she smiles and you can see the comparison. Ok, I am not hung like a , but it is above average in length and girth. Dawn is tall, maybe 5’7” with long dark hair, brown eyes, a cheerful smile and an hourglass figure. Her tits are firm, nicely shaped, and perfect size (in my opinion). Her pussy is shaved and she has firm muscular legs and ass. She giggles when she turns around and my cock rubs across her ass, “be careful with that thing” she says. She turns to her husband and hugs him saying “this is a great birthday surprise, baby” and reaches down for his cock. She looks over at me and then down at my cock and smiles.
Jim and I each take a side and with washcloths wash Dawn from head to toe – focusing on a couple spots in the middle. Then she hands me Jim’s cloth and says we need to make him squeaky clean too. This surprises me a little, but she winks at me and he seems cool with it. We give Jim the same treatment. We both made sure that his cock and ass were well lathered and clean. Then it was my turn. The two of them lathered me up and cleaned every inch. Jim was notably not shy and Dawn relished it.
We got out of the shower and toweled each other off. It was such a treat to be standing naked with a beautiful couple. Dawn reached down and gently grabbed both cocks and led us into the bedroom. She sat on the bed and stroked my cock while she took Jim’s in her mouth. She hummed in approval. She pulled me closer and worked to put both cocks in her mouth. When that didn’t work quite so well she sucked mine and stroked his. I looked down at her sucking my cock and beyond her swollen clit emerging from between her pussy lips. I tried to reach down to touch them but only got as far as her nipples. She switched cocks and while she was sucking Jim I kneeled down in front of her, parted her knees and touched my tongue to her pussy lips. She let out a gentle moan and with her free hand pulled me closer. I gently licked her pussy but wanted more. She needed to be laying down. I put my hand between Jim’s leg to steer him over me and pushed her down on the bed. She lay back and he wound up over her with out losing a beat. I ran my tongue over her lips and around her pussy. Around to her ass, playing my tongue on it. I had my arms around her thighs and could feel her tensing with every touch. I returned to her pussy with my tongue. I took her clit deep into my mouth and swirled it with my tongue. She moaned deeply. Her legs tightened around my head. She was going to cum. I drove my tongue deep into her pussy and moaned again loudly and I could feel her juices run as her muscles tightened and she came on my tongue. Meanwhile Jim was getting the blowjob of his life. I could hear him enjoying it as she noisily slurped his cock. I continued to treat her pussy to several more orgasms. I heard Jim cum and Dawn eagerly lapping it up. She turned her attention to me. Gently guiding my head upward and got my cock in hand and pulled it toward her pussy. I took my cock from her and stood up for her (them) to see and started to stroke it against her pussy. I inserted just the head and continue to jerk my own cock off. Dawn moaned and called me a tease. She begged for more of it but I kept just the head in. She moaned again and came. She begged some more and I still held off. Finally in an act of desperation she bucked her hips hard and grabbed my hips at the same time driving me cock into her up to the hilt.
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The first time....
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Posted:Feb 28, 2015 7:30 pm
Last Updated:Mar 8, 2015 7:54 pm
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Maybe it is different for a woman, but for me, meeting someone for the first time, particularly someone with whom I've chatted, played, seen in provocative pictures, is such an incredible experience. The anticipation, the knowledge of what is beneath that cleavage, under those clothes, between those legs, yet the meeting in a public place where none of that will be revealed (well, not much), that knowing that there is sexual interest, sexual tension, a mutual desire is so intense. Knowing that it will happen, but having to hold it off. The tease, the innuendo, the double entendre, the flirt, the wink, the smile, the playful tongue, the twirling of hair, the mischievous glances.
Waiting for that moment. That time. The first touch at that public place. The first kiss after you've talked for a while and the future is set. The electricity of the touch--the walk out together. The playful touch on the ass or brush against the breast while still in public, but heading to wherever IT is going to continue.
That excitement is palpable. My cock, her clit and nipples are hard. But, wait it's a nice night, let's walk along the river in the flurrying snow for a few minutes. Another kiss between the streetlights, pulling each other closer. Feeling each others anticipation and desire.
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Why do you masturbate?
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Posted:Feb 16, 2015 2:24 pm
Last Updated:Oct 4, 2019 9:29 pm
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That sounds like an innocent, if intimate question. I was chatting online with an old friend with whom I sometimes played, ok, sex-cammed with. Of course I responded with the requisite "because you turn me on so." We both laughed and she asked again why I masturbated rather than having real sex. I explained what she already knew that I traveled almost continuously and that while it sounds good having a girl in every port, it wasn't practical.
But that conversation got me thinking. Why do I sometimes prefer to masturbate rather than have real sex? My travel has a lot to do with it. The time commitment to find a woman in the hotel bar and successfully seduce her is long and frequently unsuccessful. But there have to be other reasons. What is with masturbation? When I was a I was ashamed for anyone to know I jerked off. Hell, it is still a topic only for the closest or kinkiest of friends. When I was a I was ashamed that anyone might know that I did not always have a girl to play with even if I wasn't in a relationship. But it was true. Not only true but even if you have a girlfriend, a wife or a friend with benefits, you just have nagging distraction in your head that you need to get off. The more I talk to my married friends the more I learn that sex seems often to stop with marriage. That IS a sin! But from what I am told, often true. There are times I am trying to work or study and I can't get the thought of sex out of my mind. Only three choices: 1) banish the thought from my mind (very hard to do even for my non-hypocritical religious friends); 2) stop working, call someone and go have sex; or 3) masturbate. Well there is the 4th option of just trying to work through it which was usually just wasting time until option 2 or 3 occurs.
But thinking about masturbation one realizes that it is a pretty handy (pun intended) thing. I am not a parent but I can imagine that if I were one I would prefer my teenage would play with themselves rather than risk disease or a life changing pregnancy. I guess if I was a good parent I would try to teach them self-restraint and to "just say no." But, hell, I can't do that myself why should I expect him/her/them to do it. Failing that I think I'd want them to take matters into their own hands so to speak. If it weren't for the risk of some sex abuse scandal (remember the Surgeon General drummed out of office for uttering something positive about it) in our prudish world I'd probably encourage regular manualation.
As I've gotten older I've noticed that I can make obtuse references to masturbation and instead of the expected look of shock someone looks at me with that knowing glance saying they too find the need to engage the hand that feeds them and they're not ashamed of it in the presence of another practitioner. It is said that everyone partakes, but I have known a few people who definitely don't not because they think it wrong but because they don't find the pleasure or the need. The people who feel it is wrong are not likely to discuss it with me, and many of the prudes do it but then ashamedly deny it and proclaim its sinfulness. Me, I prefer to enjoy it and the thought of it. I don't burden myself with guilt about it. If I find a known fellow practitioner I am happy to admit it to him or her, hell even to partake together if it sounds like fun.
I guess like anything that triggers the pleasure sensors in the brain there is a chance of addiction; a chance that instead of going to work or doing the things that need doing, the addict feeds his habit. I'd say it's no worse than alcohol or other such addictions though I am not condoning it or making excuses.
The thing that gets me going and cumming is varied; sometimes variation itself. I am visual (like a lot of men) and I enjoy seeing sexy women or couples playing together. Sometimes I just enjoy closing my eyes and enjoying the imagination of the smell, feel, sight of a sexy friend. Sometimes I watch a little porn. Because I see it as pleasurable I want to see pictures or videos of people enjoying themselves. The pics or videos where someone looks unhappy about being there, being forced into something, or being humiliated turn me off. Sometimes it is just simple chat that gets me off and other times it is so much fun to watch a lady cum while she watches me stroke and squirt cum across my belly. And everything in between. I watch these things and imagine the feel of my partner. The feel of her hand on my cock. The taste of her pussy. The feel of her lips and tongue on my cock. The pleasure of kissing her. The wetness as I slide into her. Sometimes I masturbate with a partner (see my No Touching blog post). Meet along the way somewhere, decide we both need the release, and like a cam with smells and more sounds we watch each other enjoy ourselves. I guess I like some form of joint masturbation best…knowing that I am not only pleasuring myself, but that another person is enjoying it too.
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Big Week in South Africa
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Posted:Feb 16, 2015 2:22 pm
Last Updated:May 11, 2024 2:36 am
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I had a business trip to Johannesburg last week. I have a good friend who lives there – we’ve been seeing each other casually for a few years whenever I was in town. After two long flights I landed in Jo’burg and was very happy to see her at the airport. Our relationship has been mutually non-exclusive. If we happen to be in the same city we anxiously look forward to spending time together both in and out of the sack. Tanny is what seems like a typical South African Afrikaner girl, with olive skin, dark hair, and what seems like limitless sexual energy. She has a beautiful face, sexy body, and engaging smile. We had spoken the prior week when I told her I’d be in town and talked about what we might do during the visit and she invited me to stay at her apartment in the city. It’s always nice to stay with friends on business trips since it beats any hotel room regardless of how comfortable. She did allow as how she had guests coming from England on Thursday to stay a few days before they fly up to the bush for safari. My plans called for me to fly back to the states on Friday night though she has ample room in the flat for all of us.
Tanny drove me to the office and gave me a teasing kiss and a wink as she dropped me off. Great! After that, and 30 hours in the air I now have to go be effective in the office. I could only think of her sexy body, and that wink for the next two hours. That and how to get my hard-on to relax while I got ready for mid-day meetings. Somehow I made it through the meetings and the day. I walked from the office to Tanny’s apartment where the doorman/guard politely inquired of my name and immediately recognized it as approved and sent me upstairs. The girl had taken care of everything. She’d given me a key in the morning and said she’d be home by 6. It was 5:30. I was tired and hungry and found a fresh bowl of fruit on the counter and biltong in the fridge. I really like biltong!
My suitcase was in her bedroom. She had set it in the corner and at some point during her preparation for work had thrown her own clothes over it. I guess she’d taken a shower after dropping me at work because I found her pants, shirt and panties on my bag. I picked up her things and sort of playfully and sort of curiously sniffed her panties…mmmm, yes, I remember that pussy even though it had been almost 8 months. My cock sprang to attention again. Did she leave that stuff for me to find? Of course she did. I almost had to just sit on the bed and jerk off I was so horny at this point. But I refrained. She’d be home soon enough and we’d get these things taken care of.
I busied myself unpacking munching on biltong as I did. I dug out the little bag of perfume I’d picked up at Heathrow duty free for her. She loved that fragrance…it was the same one that was in her clothes laying over my bag.
Tanny came home about 6:30 and as she walked in the door I came out of her bedroom and met her in the hallway. This kiss was deep and passionate. As our lips parted she gave my cock a little handshake and walked past me with a flirty wiggle toward the kitchen. “We’ve got dinner plans. Get dressed, “she said. An old married couple couldn’t be more casual than this. I felt right at home. Nice, 12,000 miles away from home.
We had met when she had taken a year off after her husband left her for a Dutch model a few years ago. We met on a jetty in the Mediterranean on the coast of Spain. I was living in Hong Kong at the time and when it was time for me to return she asked if she could come along. We’d had fun and I said yes. She made it clear she wasn’t going to cling…she just wanted more rebound sex. We laughed and took off for China. She had planned to stay a week and two days before she was ready to leave for Bangkok there was a knock at the door. Her ex stood there at the door half a world away from anything he’d consider comfortable and he looked it. The Dutch model had run off with some dark skinned polo player and he had tracked Tanny down through their friends. He wasn’t surprised to see me. He looked past me to see if he could see his ex-wife. The answer came in what I came to expect from Tanny – no uncertain terms. He was not coming in. He was to leave Hong Kong now. He was to never, ever talk to her again. Their lawyers would settle everything and he was be out of her life forever. He looked at me as if for consolation. I just looked at him and said “That was certainly clear.” His face said he knew and he slinked away from the door and down the hall. I expected to read in the paper the next day that a white man had been found floating in the harbor. I didn’t see the article, but I have no idea what became of him and she never talked about him. That was her way.
The week went well. We enjoyed each other. We enjoyed the city and the sex. We were as comfortable as could be and the sex was fabulous. Every night at bed time. Most mornings before work usually in the shower. Once on the breakfast table when I caught her bent over looking into the fridge wearing only my t-shirt. The view was just too tempting. Once in the middle of the night I woke up to find her sucking my cock and playing with my nipples – I don’t know which woke me up. We had played house the whole week like a married couple only with much more sex and far less drama.
On Thursday night she breathlessly asked if I wanted to stay the weekend. Her friends were coming in and she said they’d like me. I called the airline and the office back home to see if it would work. The airline claimed being overbooked on Friday and seemed happy to let me switch to Monday. The office was closed for Columbus Day on Monday anyway and Tuesday had nothing pressing. I chose to stay.
I offered to make dinner while she went to the airport to pick up the guests. Ok, I was a guest too, but less of one since I’d already been there for days. I went to the store, picked up what I needed and returned to start preparations. I love to cook so its easy to put together a casual dinner even in a strange place. She texted me when she had them at the airport and I timed dinner for 8. They entered banging and clattering luggage and bags and cameras and whatever. She showed them were to stow their stuff in the guest room and I was in the middle of making a sauce so all I saw at first was a flash of blonde hair and a tanned muscled arm carrying a bag into the guest room. I called out “hello,” Tanny said “hi, we’ll be right there,” and that was it. A few minutes later the man came down the hall and to spoke to me through the opening in the half wall into the kitchen, “Jack,” and reached out his hand. I had an oven mit on my right hand, removed it, and shook his hand. “Alex, how are you?” “Good mate” was the reply along with “you’re an American?” I nodded and grunted something affirmative. He hadn’t said enough place him. Definitely not London, but could have been some midlands of colonial accent. “What’s for supper? That airplane food either makes me never want to eat again or famished as hell.” I asked which he was now. He said famished. Good. I’ve got some good game and gravy, potatoes, and veggies. A nice square meal. He didn’t ask me what I meant by game and I took that to mean he didn’t care about cooking. Just eating—something. We chatted for a while and heard the girls down the hall giggling and laughing like school girls. So appropriate I later learned since they had met attending a posh English public (private) school and then had gotten along so well attended university together in the UK as well. Every once in a while Jack and I looked at each when we thought we heard them talking about one or the other of us. Or was that just wishful thinking? Catherine (Katie) and Jack had been together just under a year. Jack was an architect and was also an accomplished oarsman have participated and prevailed in many well known regattas. I had always liked architecture and while I don’t know much about rowing I do like boats and water and sailing and such. We had more in common on the architecture field.
Tanny came next down the hall, saying that Katie was taking a shower to wash off the dreck of travelling and pulled up a bar stool next to Jack and asked if we’d been getting acquainted. She saw that we each had a glass of wine and answered her own question, then started to get up to get herself one. I handed Jack a new glass and he poured her some wine. She smiled and the 3 of us chit-chatted about every little thing. He wanted to know how long we’d been together and she artfully answered that we’d know each other for several years. Just as dinner was going on the plates—Jack and Tanny helped get everything on the plates, Katie came down the hall. She was dressed in a casual sweatshirt and jeans and looked sexy as hell. She had long full blonde hair with nice highlights. Jack looked at her at least as appreciatively as I did. Tanny did as well.
We ate dinner, went through 4 bottles of wine, and the crème brule I made for dessert was ok, but everyone said it was great. We all worked in the kitched doing the washing up. Katie helped in the sink with me while Jack dried and Tanny put the dishes away. We worked like a well oiled team and seemed very comfortable with each other particularly given the newness of it all.
After washing up we talked about everything. What we all did for a living. What we all did for fun. We came from 4 corners of the world. A South African, a Brit, an Australian (that was the accent), and me the American. Jack and Katie had met at a regatta in Britain where he was representing his country, and well from what I could make out. It was close to 11 before the visitors started yawning and started to wrap up the evening. It would be their first sleep in a real bed in 2 days.
We retired to our respective rooms. Tanny was particularly affectionate and cuddly. We kissed and she kissed my body all over. She spent some time with my cock which made me want to taste her shaved pussy, but after a few fabulous minutes on my cock she kissed her way up my belly dragging her breasts up my thighs, over my balls and my cock. Then I felt her wet pussy working its way up my leg and over my cock. She slide her pussy up my cock and then stood it up and slid her pussy down over it. Slowly her pussy enveloped my cock the wetness slightly ahead of the soft lips of her labia. She sat up on my cock and looked down at me. Her breasts looking gorgeous in the twilight. Her eyes twinkled as she let out a soft moan as she slid a little further down my cock. As she took the hlit of my cock into her she reached behind our sexy ass and grabbed by balls, then slowly started riding my cock rhythmically sliding up and down…her breasts swaying gently. Her pace quickened as we both approached climax. Her chest glistened with a little sweat. In the silence before she came we both heard another sound. We both heard it at the same time. A rhythmic beating and stifled cries. Our guests were fucking too. The blonde was getting fucked by the muscular oarsman. His cock was driving her wild. We both stopped to listen and held back the laughter. I could feel my cum swelling from the turn on. I could feel her pussy getting wetter from our voyeurism. As Katie came (was it again?) Tanny bucked wildly on my cock and we both came in a flood of juices. It was so hot. Tanny collapsed on my chest her breasts heaving over mine. She smothered me in kisses and we fell asleep still locked together my cock still deep in her pussy.
The next morning Tanny and I got up to feed the cat and make coffee. As we came into the kitchen we found Katie already there searching for milk. She wore a men’s dress shirt and panties. I couldn’t help but notice her legs, her breasts, and the blush in her cheeks. That took me imagining her getting laid last night while we listened. Tanny broke the silence by asking how they’d slept. Tanny had a way of saying things without using words and Katie obviously understood. She smiled a flirty smile at both of us and said “very well.” Tanny noticed me checking out Katie’s ass and gave me a look that I wasn’t sure was a bad one. I also noticed that she thought Katie’s ass looked pretty good too. Jack joined us within a few minutes. The pussy was lapping up her milk. Jack was wearing a t-shirt and a pair of shorts. He knew he’d come into a conversation he’d never catch up on. We got coffee and Tanny and I returned to our room to take showers and … As we closed the door she asked me what I thought of them. I coyly asked what she meant. She said I knew what she meant. I confessed I thought Katie was hot and that I did on seeing her this morning thing about her getting laid the night before. I turned the tables and asked her what kind of a relationship they had had in school. She asked what I meant and I told her she knew what I meant. I saw her checking out Katie’s ass. She grinned and said “she has a nice one doesn’t she?” She then confessed she wondered what Jack concealed in his shorts that made Katie scream so. I said “I wonder if we can both find out what we want to know.” She said “what? Really?” I said “why.” She said “Would you?” To which I replied “would you?” She said that she could and “why didn’t you tell me you were into that.” She knew Katie well enough. That morning Katie and Tanny went shopping together leaving Jack and I wandering around the neighborhood having a coffee and checking out some of the shops he wanted to see.
When the girls came back Katie gave me a new look. After lunch Katie and Jack went for a walk together. When they came back it was clear that they had had a chat about it.
That afternoon we all went to Tanny’s gym to work out. Afterwards we went back to the apartment and Tanny and Katie went to take showers. I was left with Jack and he said asked if Tanny had said anything to me about anything. I smiled and said “would you like to? Would you be cool with it?” He then told me that since he had seen pictures of Tanny he had thought she was hot. He loved the dark hair and the strong body. I told him that we had heard them the night before and it had turned us both on. I confessed I’d thought about Katie getting fucked and what it would be like. Jack smiled. I said “Tanny likes it in the shower” and I darted my eyes toward our room. He headed for the bedroom.
I busied myself picking things up, but was really listening for the sound of them fucking in the shower. I heard Tanny let out an “oh” when I am guessing Jack showed up standing outside the shower in nothing but a hard on. Katie soon emerged from their room. She was wearing a towel and as she passed our room she saw me in the living room and heard the sounds of fucking in the shower. She looked at me and our eyes met. She said awkwardly “I see Tanny still likes it in the shower.” I said “yes.” We came together and kissed by our door. Her blonde hair still wet and her skin moist. She smelled of some jasmine soap or body wash. I imagined the taste of her pussy. We kissed deeper and our hands explored each others’ body. I had found her ass under the towel and it was tight and hard. The towel fell away exposing a gorgeous body. I walked her back into our room and sat her on the bed. I so wanted to taste her pussy. She complied and the towel dropped finally away. I kneeled between her legs and teased her pussy with my tongue. She let out a moan. Her moans were met by the sound of Tanny cumming in the shower presumably on Jack’s cock. Katie said “they sound like they’re having fun, too.” I continued to suck her clit into my mouth and stir it around with my tongue. She moaned in delight. After she came twice she sat up, her breasts in the sunlight from the window. She gently took my chin and brought it up to her mouth where she kissed my face now covered in her juices. She stood me up and unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my shirt, and dropped my boxers to the floor. She stared for a moment at my cut cock and then started a very artful blow job. Mmmm, I did everything I could to not cum. I so wanted to slide my cock into her pussy. She eventually released my cock and guided it to her pussy. It slid in easily as both parts were well lubricated. She put a pillow over her mouth to stifle the screams. Neither of us heard the shower stop. Neither of us noticed Tanny and Jack watching us from the bathroom door. Katie and I exploded in a fantastic simultaneous orgasm that went on for hours and as we collapsed into a sweaty pile on the bed we noticed our audience. Tanny said “was he as good as I told you he was.” Katie said “oh yeah.” I blushed. I looked at Jack and he winked.
It turned out the girls had often shared boy friends in university. This was nothing new to them. At dinner that night they talked about a handful of them and even compared notes on some. How this one’s cock was bent upward and another liked to wear their panties. That night we slept with our regular partners and left the doors open into the hallway. We went to bed at 11 and I don’t think any of us went to sleep until 2. In the morning I went to the kitchen to make coffee and Katie was there completely naked. My cock rose seeing her and she saw the condition in my boxers. “You like this outfit” she said. “Love it,” I said. I like you better this way and she dropped my boxers to the floor and tossed them into the living room. We tried to platonically make coffee, find milk and feed the cat, but someone a breast would brush against me or a cock would rub her thigh or ass. A few minutes later Jack appeared and smiled as he saw us flirting in the nude in the kitchen. His shorts sprouted wood and Katie told him to take off his drawers too. Tanny must have heard all this and appeared from the bedroom nude as well. So we all shuffled about the tight little kitchen naked and hard (well the guys anyway) bumping and flirting and pretending to be nonchalant. At one point my cock brushed Tanny and she said “this thing keeps getting in the way” as she grabbed my cock at the same time Katie knelt down and Tanny fed it to her. Tanny told Jack to sit on the counter and as she was helping Katie with my cock leaned over and took Jack’s uncut cock in her mouth. The boys looked at each other and smiled, then went on with getting our blow jobs.
The weekend went on like this. Four people fucking, sucking, and just playing all we wanted.
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Unlikely Catch
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Posted:Feb 16, 2015 2:21 pm
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I went to her house to pick up some papers. We were colleagues consulting to the same firm. Her two both had colds and her husband was out of town so she was working from home. I knocked on the door and she answered looking pretty tired. Normally she was an attractive late 30-something with highlighted blond hair, body that would look great in a bikini, and nice skin. We’d never really flirted at work, but we were friendly and often enjoyed a good laugh. She was one of those people who easily laughed, even if it was at herself. This made her friendly and affable. Just as she answered the door I heard a cry from upstairs. She looked at me like “help!’ and said the folder is on the dining room table, pointed to the dining room and turned to run upstairs. I felt a little awkward in a stranger’s house just letting myself in to dig on her table. The dining room table had a number of stacks of papers as did the coffee table in the adjoining living room. Knowing what her desk looked like at work this didn’t surprise me. But finding a file in all this stuff was going to be tough without becoming more intimately acquainted with my colleague. There was some order to the piles. There seemed to be piles of ’s stuff, pediatrician’s reports and bills. There was another pile of stuff that seemed to belong to her husband (ah, so he is the same way). I dug around and didn’t find the folder or the pile of stuff related to our .
I looked around to the coffee table and saw a couple more piles. So in an effort to remain busy, and get out of her hair as quickly as possible I started working through the coffee table. As I lifted a small stack of magazines off the table, revealing the work pile I was looking for, to my surprise and embarrassment a translucent blue vibrator feel out of the pile of magazines and went rolling across the floor—right up to her foot as she appeared in the doorway. She turned several shades of red, bent down so fast to snatch up the toy that she hit her head on a chair beside the doorway. I immediately went over to her to see if she was ok. She was just about to cry.
“Are you ok?,” I asked.
“Yes. Just mortified. I am so sorry. This is so embarrassing.”
I said, “No. Your head. Is your head ok. I don’t care about the toy. Though I did find it funny,” trying to get her to laugh. She laughed.
“Everybody does it. Nothing to be embarrassed about,” I said, now trying to relieve her embarrassment.
“What?”, she said. “I am sorry. Its supposed to be a private thing. My damn dildo is not supposed to go rolling across the floor in front of a stranger!”
“Who are you calling strange?” I said. Eliciting another laugh from her. “Besides it doesn’t always have to be private.”
She smile awkwardly. I figured I’d gone too far. She put the vibrator in her purse and came over to the coffee table to help me find the file.
She found and handed me the file. “Is this the right one?”
I opened the file and confirmed it was what I had come for.
“What do you mean ‘it doesn’t always have to be private’?”
Now I was embarrassed. She’d caught me off guard.
I stammered a little, but got out that masturbation can be fun with other people around. A little voyeurism/exhibitionism between consenting adults can be fun. She asked if I did that often. I said that I had friends the enjoyed it. I didn’t mention that I play on cam on the Internet for people I’ve never met. Her face was a look of amusement, curiosity, and that tired look she had when she answered the door. She said “I am so stressed with all this work, the being sick, and Ted being out of town, I just need to relax once in a while.” I said that I understood and that with the deadlines at work I often have to get a release. She asked “Do you really do it while people watch?” again. I said I did, that it made it more sexy, a little more like real sex but without the time it takes to have a date, seduce, spend the night, etc. She laughed again. “I think it’d be sexy to watch and be watched,” she confided.
I wanted to ask if she wanted to play together right then, but I didn’t want to push it. She was vulnerable and we were colleagues and I don’t usually get involved with work people—even though she didn’t for me or in my area. I told her that if she’d like to watch there are lots of people on the Internet who play on cam…she could watch guys, girls, couples, whatever. She misunderstood me to mean porn, and I corrected her that there are online cam chat where you can play with a person directly. I could see this was getting her attention. “No! Come on. Really,” she said. I said sure. “I don’t know if I could do that,” she said. I told her she should give it a try and if she didn’t like it, she didn’t have to do anything. She told me that she couldn’t risk anyone knowing who she was. I told her that that was important to both of us and she agreed. “So you cam with people online?” she asked. I realized I’d let the cat out of the bag so I, trying to figure a way out of it, said yes, that I did sometimes. “Come on. Show me” she said. I said “What? Jerk off or what you can find online?” This embarrassed her again and she said “I meant what I could find online. But if you want to show me the other that might be fun too.” The ice was broken.
I took the indirect path. I asked her where her computer was, and she showed me her home office just off the kitchen. It was a cozy little room piled high with what I had already come to know was her organization style. I asked her why she didn’t bring her toy and she looked surprised and immediately left the room and returned with her purse withdrawing the blue plastic cock from it as she entered the room. I brought up Watchers Web and logged on. There were the usual sexy cams…ladies in various states of undress. She watched the chat scroll across the screen. Flirt79 was on screen and the cam scanned downward to reveal her sexy body and shaved pussy. I could feel Jenny loosen up as she saw the naked body. “Wow” she said “I see why you’d get off on this. Do they have guys too?” I said “of course” and scanned the chat to see who was getting most attention from the girls. I brought up “Watch Couple,” knowing that usually it was the guy with a decent body stroking his cock. He didn’t disappoint. She gasped, “Oh my God. Look at that.” I smiled as I nodded. She pulled up a chair and relaxed into it. I could see the stress melting off her body. I saw where this was going and I asked about her . She said they’re upstairs in bed and asleep. I pushed the door closed just in case. We was dumbfounded watching the guy slowly stroke his cock on cam. I was having trouble sharing my attention between her relaxing and Flirt79 who was fiddling with her dildo between her tits and licking the end…as I wish she was licking mine. I must have let out a little gasp as Flirt79 panned down to her pussy with the dildo positioned on it. Jenny smiled and touched her pussy through her jeans. I said “go ahead. I won’t mind.” She said, clearly blushing, “No. You first.” I responded, “I can. That is really hot.” She smiled and nodded. I started to undo my pants and she watched as I slid my zipper down and undid the button. My cock stood hard in my boxers. She let out a little moan and just as Mr. WatchCouple stood up. She seemed to instinctively stand up with him and unbuttoned her pants and slide her zipper down and put her hand into her pants. “Wet,” is all she said, to no one in particular. I smiled as I grabbed my cock through my boxers. Her wet pussy was a foot away from my face through a pair of black silky panties. I could just about feel her heat. The threw her head back as she moved her hand so it went down her panties to her pussy, her other hand on her right breast under her shirt. This was getting good. Flirt79 had a dildo in her sexy pussy and Jenny was right next to me about to do the same thing. My cock came out of my pants and I started to stroke it. Jenny looked down and gasped again. “Oh my God. You are doing it! That is so cool” as she drove her pants to her knees along with her panties, took her shirt off over her head and sat back down in her chair to enjoy her pussy. I said “I love this view.” She smiled and licked her fingers that had been in her pussy. I said “do you have a cam. There are others on here who’d love to see that.” She looked astonished, “Oh my God. No. But could I really do that?” I asked her what she thought these other people were doing. I think if she wasn’t irrationally playing with her pussy at that moment she would have put a webcam on her shopping list.
I watched her and I watched Flirt. Actually, sorry Flirt, I spent more time watching Jenny in the same room. She was deep in her own pussy. I was stroking my cock watching her. I stood up for a moment and reached across her to the table behind her for her dildo, which out my cock within striking distance. She grabbed my cock and slid forward on her chair taking my cock deep into her mouth. I gasped for a moment. That wasn’t the plan, in fact, the plan was pretty much mutual masturbation – after all I worked with this woman. She played with my cock with her tongue. I resigned myself and started her vibrator and starting at her navel, moved it down to her clit. She hummed approval on my cock. Her hand returned to her pussy and I touched the vibrator to her hand so she’d feel it inside on her hand. She moaned and I could tell from her attention to my cock she was about to cum. As she came she took my cock from her mouth and stroked it half heartedly as her attention was on her own orgasm. She came what felt like twice, then she pulled me closer and kissed my belly and pulled me down to her. We kissed and she continued to work her pussy and stroke my cock. She pushed me back on the chair I had been sitting in. She stood up and straddled my legs still holding my cock and aiming right for her pussy. A drop of pussy juice fell on my cock and I about exploded. She sat on my cock, penetrating only a little at first and slowly sliding her whole wet pussy down my hard throbbing cock. Flirt79 continued to play with herself as did Mr. WatchCouple. It was as if they were watching us…that would have made it even better. As my cock bottomed out on her pussy she came again and I could feel her juices gush around my cock and she moaned gently. She touched her clit while my cock slide in and out of her pussy. Another orgasm. She continued to ride my cock. She continued to cum. Finally, as I wasn’t about to take any more of this without cumming I told her. She said, “I really want to see this” and she stood up and sat back in her chair still rubbing her wet and now even a little red pussy. Her little landing strip of hair was sopping wet. I thought how nice it would be to taste that pussy right now and as I did that my cock squirted cum all over my belly and up to my chest…almost to my chin. She came again as she watched. She sat back, now completely relaxed. She no longer looked harried or tired. She literally glowed. Her skin glistened. Her hands moved slowly over her body. She looked over at me and smiled. She looked at the cum on my chest and smiled and said something about needing to clean up. I told her not to worry about it this time. She smiled again. I found some paper towels within reach and cleanup my mess. She didn’t move. She just lay there. As relaxed as could be. We hardly spoke. I eventually got up and put myself back together, packed my cock into my shorts, and back into my pants along with my shirt. I think she’d fallen asleep. I didn’t have the heart to wake her. I stood up, kissed her forehead and let myself out of the office locking the door again behind me. There was no sound from upstairs so I figured she have some peace before the needed her again. I started out the door then remembered the file. I went back to the coffee table. I remembered the dildo falling out of the magazines as I moved them aside again and I smiled. I took the file and left the house and went back to the office – myself very nicely satisfied as well. No day could be a bad one after that.
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Caught in the Act
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Posted:Feb 16, 2015 2:17 pm
Last Updated:May 11, 2024 2:36 am
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My houseguests had gone to bed. It had been a long week and I was to have a busy weekend showing out of town visitors around. I wasn't quite ready to sleep so I went into the office and sat down at the computer to check out some cams. Before long I had my cam on, my pants around my knees and a handful of sexy bodies on the screen. One sexy girl with her top just barely concealing her titties. A couple who soon would be getting it on on screen, and a handful of others in various stages of undress. I had two chat windows open. One with a sexy brunette who really wanted to get out of her robe, and another with a guy who had pinged me telling me he thought his wife would like my cock. Both conversations continued. I had checked out the chat-guy's cam and turned it off – he was a little chubby, stroking his rather tiny cock between his index finger and thumb. Nothing really was getting me going, though I was getting hornier by the moment. There were three or four watching my cam – my cock getting slowly stroked as I perved and chatted, thinking about what it would be like to be there with one person or another. My cock was hard. It wouldn't be long before I'd really start to stroke, and then cum.
As things were getting heated up, the girl with highlights had just danced off her pants on cam. Another pair of large bare tits had appeared. The woman I was chatting with had flashed her pussy. At that moment I heard something and looked up to see the female of my houseguests standing in the doorway to my office. I did everything I could to cover my cock, shut down the monitors, and hide my embarrassment at the same time. I didn't do any of those things too gracefully. She saw it all. She stood in the door, looking somewhat shocked, but not as shocked as I expected.
"So that's how you do it" she said. "Do what" I asked sheepishly. She said "you've been single for so long and I was sure you masturbated, but I just didn't know how or what you used to turn on." I asked if that was a frequent topic of conversation. She said that it wasn't but did come to mind from time to time.
You see we had dated, well, that is not really the right word. We were Friends with Benefits for a long time. Actually since high school. Until she got married and moved to the other side of the country with her husband. We had all become good friends – good platonic friends. He is and was too buttoned up to even consider a threesome – though that is definitely not out of my question.
She came a little closer and asked me to turn the screens back on. I did. She had comments about each of the women on the screen. "That looks like your style." "She looks hot." "She looks like a slut, I bet she's easy." "Why are you looking at her, she has her clothes on?" Then she spotted my cam. She almost screamed "You're showing your cock on there too!?" "Ok, that is weird. Hot. Hot and weird." "Are there other cocks on here too?" I said that I didn't typically tune in cock pictures, but could. She pulled up a chair next to mine. Mind you, of course, my pants are still down around my ankles, my cock has deflated a little but is coming back and my house guest is now sitting next to me in her bathrobe. She always was a bit forward. She asked if I thought it was cheating on her husband,Dan, for her to be looking at other guys' cocks. I said that according to Bill Clinton nothing she is doing is "sex." She looked at my cock, oddly on the screen, and said she had always liked it. The real thing was 3' away, but she looked at it on the screen. At this point a girl in red panties started rubbing her panties through her lips and I had the urge to stroke it. She saw that and let out a low moan. She said "you know we can't have sex." I said "we could, but I know you won't. And I wouldn’t either. You guys have been my friends for a long time. Dan would be destroyed if he found out." I am not sure he wouldn't be pretty upset just at the current situation, but I didn't say anything.
She had busied herself with my mouse, pulling up men. Some male face shots. Some unattractive guys. My chat guy with this tiny dick. A few cams stayed up. A few flat stomachs and hard cocks, and one face shot that she thought was hot. Even one guy she pulled up turned out to be a woman, and she slide the cam over to my side of the screen. The guy with a big cock started to stroke it, just as I was getting into someone. She reached beneath her robe and I heard the sound of her fingers playing in her pussy. Ok, this was hot. I'd gotten caught jerking off, and now the one who caught me was doing herself sitting next to me. But I couldn't touch! I had no choice but to stroke. The cams on the screen, the sound of her pussy – of her orgasm, was too much. She came a few times watching the cams and me stroking my cock. I could smell her juices. I could feel her heat. There was nothing I could do. I was going to have to cum…and then I was going to have to go out and find a friend that I could really have sex with, but that was going to have to wait. Now I was stroking my cock, with her cumming for dear life next to me. As I came all over my belly she started to giggle. We laughed like we had as teenagers petting heavy in her parents' basement while my parents and her's discussed which teachers shouldn't chaperone the dance because they were too permissive.
I paused my cam. Cleaned up my cum and watched her as she pulled her robe back up. She stood up, and said that she'd better get back to bed before Dan comes looking for her. She kissed me on the lips and teasingly grabbed my cock and gave it a little pull. She said thanks, and went up stairs.
I stayed down a little longer chatting and then heard it. She had apparently woken Dan up. She'd turned herself on so much that she needed the real thing. Listening to them fuck…I had to stroke and cum again.
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Mile High Club
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Posted:Feb 16, 2015 2:12 pm
Last Updated:Apr 21, 2019 9:18 pm
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I have been asked by a couple of friends to fly them to the Outer Banks for the weekend. I am the pilot of a comfortable airplane and they have always wanted to fly with me. I agree, as there is no bad excuse for flying.
Then the Friday afternoon arrives, my friends arrive at the airplane. They are both in shorts and t-shirts ready for the beach. We load their gear and we get strapped in for take off. I am busy getting the airplane ready for take-off and reach back for a chart and notice that the wife is wearing very short shorts and the way she is sitting is leaving very little to the imagination. I need to avoid distraction so I shake off the view and go back to that pilot stuff. We get up to altitude and I set the auto-pilot. I look back to see how my passengers are doing. I now notice not only the short shorts, but the low cut t-shirt and a wonderful cleavage. She sees me look from her crotch to her cleavage and gives me a smile (is it a naughty smile?). I smile back and take an extra look. After a few minutes I feel someone move in the back and look back to see that her hubby is napping and she is coming forward. I invite her into the co-pilot's seat where she settles in brushing her breasts against my shoulder. We chat for a while and the conversation turns provocative. She is being playful and shows me a little more breast, then some pussy. She knows what she is doing to me and notices my hard-on in my pants. She gives it a little pat and looks at her husband asleep a few feet away. She gets up to go back and this time brushes my face with her ass. She goes back to her seat and reaches for her husbands pants. He stirs but does not wake up until his cock is fully hard in her luscious lips. He wakes up and looks around. I am trying not to be too obvious, but I love the show. He is initially embarrassed and then realizes that I don't mind and leans back to enjoy it.
I can't stand it. My cock is so hard and there is a sexy couple in the back of the airplane getting it on. She is between his legs and is on all fours with her shorts off so she can show me her now dripping pussy. I wish I could just go back and take advantage of it. I watch them for a while and finally have to take my cock out and stroke it. Before I know it there are two hands on my cock, she has come forward on her knees and he is about to enter her from behind...and she is about to take my cock. Now this is flying!
Is this you? Wanna? Comments? Suggestions? Volunteers? ....
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Escapade
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Posted:Feb 16, 2015 2:09 pm
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A few weeka ago I got an email from a person online who had seen my profile and, as I state in my profile, was looking for an MFM with her hubby and me. They were new to the idea and she wanted to get started. She liked my pics and profile and we were nearly neighbors.
Over the following weeks we exchanged a few emails and pics. She said her husband was turned on by the idea and wanted to do it.
We agreed to meet at a bar that they knew, but where we'd be anonymous. As I arrived early, I expected to be there first, but as I walked in I heard a voice call me over. She and her husband were seated in a booth, close together. I smiled and went over, reached over and shook hands with Alan and after that common awkward second gave Sherry a kiss on the lips.
We chatted for a few minutes and the waitress brought me a drink. We talked about everything from work, the weather, hobbies, and swinger sites. As the conversation got more intimate Sherry's body language was saying 'yes' and Alan's was saying "I'm uncomfortable."
We talked about fantasies and what they expected in a 3some. He had little to say. This was clearly her fantasy.
I excused myself ostensibly to go to the men's room to let them talk. When I returned Alan seemed more relaxed. I asked them what they had in mind and he (surprisingly) said, "why don't you come back to our place and find out." At this point he excused himself. She reached over and put her hand on my leg and said she was embarrassed but that she didn't think her husband was ready to see someone fucking his wife. I smiled and said that I understood. Her hand continued up my leg finding my fast deflating cock. Then she asked if I would like to come home with them, and just be their photographer. It turns out that was his fantasy...to be watched fucking his own wife and have some one take pics. My cock responded and she noticed and said with a grin "should I take that as a 'yes'?"
I smiled and we got up finding Alan walking back, met him at the door and we continued out to our cars and I followed them home.
Now you have to understand I love to play with couples and I have come (or is it cum) to learn that you have to play by their rules. When we pulled into the driveway, Sherry went directly inside and Alan walked back to my car to me in. We talked along the way and he told me about his fantasy. I said how lucky he was to have such a sexy wife that was fun and playful. I told him that I wasn't sure I could keep my cock in my pants while I photographed them and he smiled and said he knew he wouldn't be able to.
Once inside Sherry had some crackers and cheese laid out and drinks for all of us on the coffee table. While Alan and I continued to get to know each other over drinks she slipped out and came back wearing a black nearly nothing.
She bent over and kissed me on the cheek and her hubby full on the mouth with some sexy tongue action. When she was finished he said "oh, you'll need this" to me, and reached into the cabinet by the sofa and brought out a Nikon digital camera. I took the first shot of him close up...and then a few of Sherry's retreating ass as she went to the kitchen for something.
She came back with a popsicle, that she proceeded to lasciviously lick and take into her mouth. I snapped a pic of Alan's face when he saw this--precious.
She continued to play with the popsicle and touched it her nicely sized breasts. As she did this she came closer to Alan beckoning him to lick off the sweet juice. She continuet to play with the popsicle and he continued to lick the places where it touched. Before long her nearly nothing was nothing and she stood there, tanned, naked, and very sexy 2 feet in front of me. What a tease. My cock was hard as a rock as I snapped pic after pic.
She handed me the popsicle and then reached for his tonsils with her tongue. As she did, she reached down and unzipped and unbuttoned his pants. He had no underwear on and his cock sprung out as mine was wanting to do. I smiled and handed her back the nearly finished popsicle and she touched it to his balls and licked off the juice and she continued to to this until the popsicle was just a naked stick and his stick and her pussy were so ready. I had been all around them taking pictures, full body shots, two body shots, close-ups. They both played for the camera. Winking, smiling, grinning and teasing. Were they teasing me or the camera? I didn't know, but it was working on me. I sat on the floor behind her sexy, tight ass shooting up at her pussy and getting a shot of his hard cock between her legs. She was still kissing him and she shifted forward to straddle him and I watched and shot pics as his cock slid into her pussy for the first time. The image was breathtaking. She was so wet a gleam of juices preceeded her pussy lips down his cock as she slid on. They both sighed with delight as his cock found home. I continue to shoot pics but as she came for the first time, I said something about my cock not being able to stay in my pants. She looked around and said "I was wondering when you'd have to take that out."
So there I was still trying to take pictures, but also stroking my own cock as they fucked. She turned around on his cock still riding it and watched me stroke my cock. She had a huge smile on her face and he was seemed unsure whether to watch his wet cock slipping in and out of her pussy, her ass rising and falling on his lap or me watching them and stroking my cock. I still tried to take pictures between strokes when shots just couldn't be missed. Then he reached forward and asked for the camera. He started snapping pics of his wife's ass, of his cock in her wet and quivering pussy, and this extra guy sitting on the floor in front of them with his pants down and stroking his cock.
She kept riding his cock and came a few more times, she kept licking her lips as she looked at my cock. She definitely wanted it--she wanted both cocks.
He came and I took the camera back as he pulled out and came on his stomach and as she licked it up. As she did that she was on all fours in front of me with her fucked, wet, hot pussy a few inches from my face. I so wanted to stick my tongue in there...or better yet, get on my knees and slide my cock into it. I took a few more pics and then said I have to cum too. They both looked up and watched as I spouted tons of cum all the way up to my chest. She looked at my cum covered chest, and then at hubby who gave her a barely visible nod, so she turned herself around and licked the cum off my belly and chest with a few deft lashes of the tongue on my cock.
Alan looked at me and smiled as he said he thought that was so hot. He said next time he wants to take the pics as I fuck his wife.
I am anxiously waiting for next week when we are planning to get together again.
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Girl on the Train
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Posted:Feb 16, 2015 2:03 pm
Last Updated:May 11, 2024 2:36 am
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I got on the 2:30 Acela out of Penn Station and fell almost immediately asleep in a nearly empty car. I barely perceived the stops the train made or the people coming and going around me. After an hour or so I woke up to see a pretty girl asleep in the seat opposite me. In my own sleep I must have had some sort of nearly-wet dream because I woke up as horny as hell. I had a hard on and it ached. This girl sleeping opposite didn't help. I couldn't help staring at her. I imagined what she'd be like without her clothes. She was conservatively dressed with a white tailored oxford cloth shirt, fashionable jeans, and a jacket. Her breasts looked like 34's or so, beautifully rounded and pert. He hips in her tight jeans were wide enough to be sexy. I bet she had a gorgeous figure. I wondered what she'd look like in a bathing suit—in a bikini. Her skin was a beautiful shade, her hair black, straight, parted in the middle. Her breasts lifted and fell with every breath as she slept. One hand was in her lap the other was holding a pillow under her head. I imagined kissing her lovely full lips. I imagined my hands on her thighs, sliding them up in unison to her hips, to her waist, and then to her breasts, cupping them in my hands as the bra fell away. I imagined the feel of her hair on my face as I buried my face in her neck to kiss her softly and nibble on her ear, the feel of her skin as she curled her head around mine as it tickled her neck. I heard the sounds of her breathing getting harder as we got closer. She stirred and stretched her neck as if she was reading my mind in her sleep. I almost felt embarrassed. She slept on. I continued to fantasize. I almost thought about going to the bathroom to relieve the tension of whatever dream I might have had and the thoughts this girl was giving me.
I wondered about her. Were her tits that pert without the bra? Did she have tan lines? Was her pussy shaved, trimmed, or what? What was she dreaming about? What is she doing on this train? Where is she going? Probably to meet a boyfriend in DC. My mind wandered to them fucking tonight. His cock sliding in and out of her as she rode him, her breasts swaying . As I imagined her orgasm, she stirred again and stretched her legs together and apart. Maybe she really can read my thoughts!
She started to wake up. I made myself busy reading the newspaper that I had brought along but till then hadn't even looked at. When she fully awoke, I said "Good morning." She smiled at the weak joke and said "good morning" back. "Was I out long?" she asked. I allowed as I didn't know since I'd been asleep when she got on. I asked her if she was going to DC on business and she said yes, that she was, but going a day earlier to meet a friend. I asked if it was somebody she hadn't seen in a long time and she said that it was the first time she'd be meeting him as she had only met him online until today. Before I could think I said "be careful." She smiled at me and asked, "so do you know something about first time meetings with people you've met online." I said that I did and that I had. She wanted to know how the meetings had gone. I replied that most went well, but that a few had turned out that the people were not quite the same in real life as they portrayed themselves online. I added that as a guy it was probably a little safer than for a woman. She smiled and said I sounded like her father. I replied, faking aghast, "I may be old, but not that old." She asked how old I was and I told her, she told me she was 26 and I said, "well, ok. I could be old enough to be your father if I had gotten an early start." We both laughed. She went on to tell me she thought she knew this guy pretty well as they had chatted online, talked on the phone, and web-cammed. My mind went straight to the gutter and wished that I had web-cammed with this beautiful girl. I think she saw the thought in my head and smiled.
She asked if I had any . I replied that I didn't, but if I had I would not have been happy to have a beautiful sexy like her. She looked shocked and I said, "I didn't mean it that way." I stumbled. "I meant that as a father of a beautiful girl you worry more about her safety." "Oh," she said, "it's not because you might be turned on by her?" I thought about that question for a moment. I had indeed thought about having a teenage that would be running about the house, in the shower, with her friends, partially or barely dressed—that that might take a powerful lot of willpower to avoid being turned on. I am sure I wouldn't have touched her, but how would I have felt if I had gotten aroused by my own ? As it turns out I was thinking this out loud. She was listening to my confession. I wanted to turn the table. I asked her if her father ever saw her naked around the house. She told me that her father had died when she was 8. She said that a couple of her mother's boyfriends had tried a couple of times to see her naked, but she'd avoided them. She said she wasn't sure she'd have minded if her father had seen her naked. I said that it would have been hard for him to remain calm. At that moment her eyes darted to my crotch. Thank goodness (I think ) for the still unread newspaper laying across my lap, my stretched pants, and hard cock beneath. I was horny when I woke up, hornier while she slept, and now she is talking about seeing her naked.
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Through the Neighbor's Window
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Posted:Feb 16, 2015 1:58 pm
Last Updated:May 11, 2024 2:36 am
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Carly was my neighbor across the parking lot. We lived in a townhouse complex. She was an attractive black woman living with her grad student boyfriend. Roughly the same age she had a sexy body with largish breasts and a bit of a bubble butt. She had an impish smile whenever we met on the street or talked with other neighbors or at neighborhood parties. I never made a pass because, hey she was taken. Her boyfriend was rarely around and didn't socialize much with the neighbors but I knew him and he seemed a nice enough sort. This acquaintanceship went on for a good year. When we'd had a little to drink our conversation would get a bit more playful, but we still neither made a pass at the other. I had a few friends with benefits at the time, but no one steady.
Now we need to set the scene a little. Her upstairs hallway was in line with mine connecting a front bedroom to a rear bedroom and the door to a bathroom of that hallway halfway in between. It must have been the custom at the time, but neither of us had much for curtains or at least never drew them. One winter night I came out of the bathroom having taken a shower headed to the back bedroom. The light was on in bathroom but off in the hall. As I emerged from the bathroom I thought I caught some movement in the Carly's window across the way. I turned to look and there was a figure in the window of her front bedroom. As I turned she waved and I smiled that strange smile when you don't know whether you just got caught doing something bad or if this was going to turn out well. I think it was going to turn out well because my cock sprang to full tension. I waved back and walked into my bedroom turning on the light. At one point I returned to the doorway to see that now Carly's bathroom light was on and there was a shadow playing in the hall. I moved went up the hall to the front bedroom to get a better look. After a few moments Carly appeared from the bathroom wearing only something filmy. She was beautifully illuminated from the side. She smiled and I waved. I was still naked, but now at the window just a silhouette. She couldn't tell what I wasn't wearing. She touched her breasts through her gown. I touched my cock though she could only guess where the silhouette hand was going. When she reached down to touch her pussy I turned full sideways and gave her the view I think she was waiting for. She dropped the gown and stood naked in the light, one hand on her breast and the other on pussy. I was stroking my cock in silhouette for her. I slowly walked back into the hallway eventually reaching the side light of the bathroom again. Again fully illuminating my body, my cock, and my stroking for her. We masturbated together 100' away. She came what looked like a couple of times and I came squirting cum on my belly and missing as a bit hit the shag carpet. That was fun.
A few nights passed as I was out of town or her boyfriend was home, but several nights later as I was working in the front upstairs bedroom I saw Carly's bathroom light come on. I was reading sitting in a chair in the bedroom office and a simple turn to the right would allow me to see out the window and into hers. The desk light was on in my room. I took a quick look around to see if anyone on the street or any of the other windows could see me. They couldn't. If this turned out the way I hoped it would I was safe. I went back to work, though the anticipation growing in my pants made it hard to work. Before long a sexy naked black body emerged from the bathroom. She had planned ahead too. She had stationed a small spotlight in her front bedroom. She came out of the bathroom and started to dance. She moved into the front room and turned on the spot light. She danced for me. She started out just moving her body to the music I couldn't hear. Then she started to touch her body to the rhythm of the music I could only imagine. Before long I had my cock in my hands and not much after that I stood up to drop my pants and take off my shirt. We danced together skin to skin 100' apart. As we danced we touched ourselves and eventually wound ourselves up and down.
As it happened there was a neighborhood party the following weekend. Carly and I both attended. We greeted each other with a platonic kiss and naughty grins. We mingled with others and chatted about all things far more boring that dancing naked in the moonlight across the parking lot. Eventually, we found ourselves sitting by the fireplace. The rest of the group that we had each joined had wandered off. I said "so, that was fun." She agreed. I asked if she had set that first encounter up. She told me that she had seen me before at night in the hallway and in fact had seen me fucking a friend on the banister rail outside the bathroom one night. She confided that she had stood in her window and masturbated while she watched us. I told her I would have done the same if I had seen her. We smiled. I wondered how Liz would have felt if she knew she was being watched – I remembered that night…she was hot and so, so very horny. My cock hardened and Carly saw me shift uncomfortably. She smiled again and winked at my crotch. I suggested we should maybe play at a closer range and she said that she was happy with this range. So we each went to our own homes and joined the window dance again. Carly and I continued this play once a week or so for half a year or more. I would periodically provide a treat of bringing a friend home and having sex in the front bedroom or in the hall. Several times I'd look over and see Carly enjoying the view in the window…that only made me cum the harder. At another party Carly brought up one of those sessions when she noted that my friend seemed to really have enjoyed the oral sex I had been giving her while Carly watched. I smiled.
After six months or so of this, Carly found out that her boyfriend had been cheating on her. He moved out. She had felt that as much as she wasn't getting enough sex from him and supplementing it by playing with me, she was somehow being loyal to him by not fucking me. That loyalty was no longer required and a week after the moving truck had hauled off his stuff we met in the window once more. She signed to ask if I was alone and I said yes. Ten minutes later there was a knock at the door. She stood there in rain coat with bare feet. I invited her in and made her a drink. We talked for a while both knowing what was going to happen. She didn't mention her boyfriend. She loosened her coat and underneath I could see a glimpse of lace. She finished her drink and stood up. Her coat fell aside and she stood there in a black lace teddy her brown skin glowing in the soft light of the living room. I asked if we should go upstairs and we did. We went up to my front bedroom. She pushed me back into my chair, unzipped my pants and took my hard cock into her mouth. She gave me the blow job of my life. When she was through she looked up at me with cum on my belly and slide her lacy teddy up my chest to kiss me and rub my cum into her teddy and her chest and belly. I stood her up further after the long deep kiss and kissed my way down her belly. I found her pussy and with her standing over me applied my tongue to her lips, clit and pussy until she could not remain standing. I pivoted the chair around so she could sit on the desk and she leaned back on it putting her legs on my shoulders. She came over and over again in my tongue almost strangling me a few times with her legs. When she'd had enough she lay in a heap on my desk, panting, and slowly moaning. My cock had begun to recover and I knew it would be ready again shortly. I helped her up in a flurry of paper and reports – who cares. She got up with a few pieces sticking to her back. I picked them off. We laughed. I went down and got a couple glasses of wine and when I got back found her sitting in my chair staring out the window toward her house. "Wish we'd done this sooner," she said. I smiled and said "it was fun in the window, too." She nodded and took a sip of wine. "You know what I want now?" she asked after a few minutes. "I want you to fuck me from behind like you did to that black haired white chick a few weeks ago. Over the banister rail." I smiled and my cock locked back into operating position. I remembered the occasion. We'd kissed at the top of the stairs and undressed each other, pressing into each other against the banister rail. Good thing it is sturdy. We had kissed and fondled and sucked and nibbled until I turned her around and she faced the rail, bent her over and slide my cock into her pussy. Carly added "I like how you held on to the rail to give me more energy to drive your cock deeper into her. I bet she came so good." I smiled. She had. I did as Carly wanted. My white cock penetrated her pink pussy. My hips drove hard into her brown sexy ass. I fucked her from behind bent over the banister. She came good, too. I came deep in her pussy and we both collapsed on the floor spent. We looked into each other's eyes. We had been heavy petting for 6 months over 100' of separation. It was the world's longest tease.
We saw each other for a while. Then she couldn't afford the place anymore and moved out of state. I didn't hear from her for a very long time.
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