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Picnic For Hot Wife

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After six years of marriage, it finally happened, and I can’t say I’m surprised. I’m 28 and, while my parents were originally from Korea, I’m as American as apple pie. My breasts are average, but since I’m slender they appear larger than they really are. I have a firm bottom and most guys describe me as having ‘exotic looks’, which basically means I’m attractive.

I met the man who would become my husband in my third year of college. Michael was attractive, had a nice personality, was in great shape from being on the school’s soccer team, and was pretty damn good in bed. After a prolonged romance, we married right after graduation. At first everything was fine, with Michael landing a well-paying job and getting promoted at a fast pace, but as the years passed by things changed, and not for the better. Michael developed bad drinking habits as he moved up the corporate food chain. It wasn’t going out with the boys twice a week that bothered me as much as when it became four times. The more he drank, the more of a beer gut he acquired as well. I tried to get him to cut back, even going so far as to joining a health club so we could work out together, but he gave up after a couple of weeks on the treadmill and consoled himself with as much booze as he could find.

Our sex life took a hit, too. The more he drank, the less we had, and I have to admit his increasingly large gut was a major turn off. Now I’m no nympho that wants sex five times a day, but when it became only once a week, I began to get restless. Suddenly, I started noticing other men and wondered what they would be like in bed. I still loved my husband and never acted on my impulses, but I was tempted.

Then came my husband’s company picnic. It was an annual event that the employees’ families were invited to, which meant at least three hundred people would be in attendance. It was held at a park that had a sizeable lake, leaving plenty of space for everyone to mingle without feeling fenced in. I was feeling particularly horny that day and dressed in a pair of shorts that were a size too small and a skimpy halter top. Underneath I wore an even smaller bikini in the hopes that my hubby might get turned on and I’d get a little action before the picnic, if not canceling it outright. Unfortunately, Michael didn’t even seem to notice as we hopped in the car and drove off.

It was a good day for the picnic, sunny and a touch on the hot side, and as soon as we arrived we started mingling with the others. Michael introduced me to a couple of guys I hadn’t met before. Brett had recently been assigned to work under my husband, and Phil was the supervisor for most of the trainees for the company. Both of them were about our age and in good shape. I hit it off with them instantly, and soon we were chatting away like old friends. I learned they were married, but their wives hadn’t come (Brett’s was visiting in-laws and Phil’s detested company get-togethers). After talking for a few minutes my husband excused himself to the restroom, leaving me alone with the guys. Now I’m a born flirt, and left to my own devices, I fell into my old pattern with these handsome men. They responded in kind, and soon we were having a good time trading sexual innuendos.

All too soon Michael returned and insisted on tracking down some of his closer friends. Reluctantly, I said farewell to the guys and followed my husband. The flirting had made me even hornier, so I asked Michael if we could go back to the car for a quickie. He laughed at the idea and told me to relax and enjoy the picnic.

It didn’t take long to locate his friends, most of whom were drinking buddies he hung out with after work. I had met them several times and found them an obnoxious lot. I didn’t have much in common with their wives either, so I was reduced to standing around and forced to make polite conversation while the guys laughed it up.

The president of the company gave his obligatory inspirational speech and told everyone to have fun. It didn’t take long for my husband and his buddies to entrench themselves near the open bar and see who could drink the most in the shortest amount of time. By now I was bored out of my skull, and asked my husband if it would be all right if I walked around for a bit. He gave a short, “Sure,” and retuned to getting drunk and laughing too loudly with his friends.

I hadn’t wandered around for very long when Brett spotted me. He could tell I wasn’t having a good time and asked me what was wrong. When I told him about my husband and how I felt totally ignored, he sympathized and invited me to join a volleyball game that was about to start. That sounded like fun, so I readily agreed and followed him to where they were setting up the net. Phil was there, as were three younger guys who were introduced as Larry, Chris, and Dean. It turned out they were interns Phil was in charge of. The opposing team was a group of computer programmers, “So we stand a chance, especially with you on our side,” Brett quipped

I quickly found myself the focus of a healthy amount of attention. The interns treaded carefully and didn’t flirt as much, though Dean was a bit raunchy. I guess they didn’t want to risk saying something wrong and angering the wife of a superior. Phil and Brett more than made up for it by showering me with very flattering compliments. I hadn’t been treated this well in years.

After chatting for a while our opponents arrived and the game began. I’m a very competitive woman, so it wasn’t long before I worked up a sweat. With a touch of flourish, I shed my halter top and showed off my skimpy bikini. That little move made me the center of attention of all the guys. The interns became a lot more talkative, and Brett and Phil were flirting constantly. It puffed up my ego a bit to know I could still catch the eye of so many guys.

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Wedding To Remember

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I was finishing getting ready for the wedding that a dear friend invited me to. I kept checking my hair and my lipstick in the mirror until I approved what I looked like. I decided to wear a navy blue dress with gold stud earrings. Under the dress, I made sure I wore a pair of lacey blue panties with a matching blue bra. A pair of sheer stockings and a navy pair of heels completed the outfit. As I looked at myself in the mirror one last time, I remembered how my Mom always told me to be prepared for any event. 

The wedding was for a friend of a friend and my friend invited me as his guest. It was a simple thing for me to accept his invite since he had always been there for me. It was also no secret that I love dressing up either. It was five o’clock when he arrived and gave me the once over with a devilish smile on his face. I looked at him and asked if the outfit met his approval. The nod and wink he gave me said it all. 

The ride to the wedding found us catching up on our everyday lives. As we talked, I noticed that there was something different about him. It wasn’t that I found him unattractive. He was very attractive. It was just that I saw more of his heart than his outer beauty. I saw the kind ways he was there for me during those rough patches I went through. As I looked at him more intently, I would dutifully avert my eyes as I caught him staring at me a few times. There was also a glint in his eye that I had never noticed before. The drive to the wedding was almost too quick before we arrived 

The hall was beautifully decorated with flowers and white chairs were set out with the aisle in between both sides. The front of the hall had two sets of white pillars around the pulpit. The pulpit itself was overlaid with violet and purple fabric. As I walked looking at the decorations, I tended to stick by him rather closely considering I didn’t know anyone at the wedding. As we headed towards our seats, he introduced me to his friends. It was only a few moments before we sat down and watched the procession of the flower girl followed by the rest of the wedding party. The familiar sounds of the bride song played as she walked down wearing a strapless number with a veil over her Latino black hair. 

The ceremony itself was almost ten minutes long and as the couple rushed up the aisle within a hail of bubbles, I looked at my date and saw him smile a bit. We soon followed everyone else to the reception as the couple began to have their photos taken by the photographer. As we found the reception, we found where the bar was and began to have a few drinks before the couple arrived. My date brought me up to the couple and introduced me to both of them. I congratulated them and wished them the best. 

As the bride told me how lucky she was to find her guy, she made mention of how my friend was a great catch as well. I simply agreed with her before I felt his hand squeezing mine. At the time, I didn’t think much of it. As he was talking to another good friend, I excused myself for a moment and reassured him that I would be back shortly. It wasn’t until later that I realized that he had followed me into a hallway with a secluded stairwell off the reception area. I was uncertain as to how much he had to drink by that time. He pulled me into the stairwell with him and whispered in my ear how great enough I looked. He then whispered even closer to my ear how I looked good enough to eat. He leaned in and kissed me on my stunned lips.

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Backseat Driving

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One of the things I truly enjoy the most in life is going on vacation with my wife.

It seems that every trip we take together is guaranteed to lead to some fantastic sex.

It was with that in mind that I encouraged my wife to come with me on my next business trip.

She was enjoying her usual summer off from work, and when I brought it up with her she was eager to go. I had scheduled a light workload for this trip so that we could enjoy some time together besides the long drive. The ride up was nice and I finished up my work early enough to get us a nice room at one of the local inns. We freshened up and spent the late afternoon and early evening shopping and walking the streets. The sun was setting so we decided to find someplace for a romantic dinner before we headed back to our room for a night of hot sex. We found a great bistro with a view of the bay and headed for the bar to wait for our table. We had a few drinks and then made our way to our table. My wife looked beautiful in the candle light and I was looking forward immensely to some intense fucking shortly. 

One thing about my wife that I love; when she gets a few drinks in her, she’s an animal. She gets very horny and at times flirtatious. She is almost always very conservative and modest until she has some liquor in her. We were having a great time over our meal and I could see by the warm glow on my wife’s face that she was getting nice and juiced up.

During the meal my wife had been glancing over toward the bar a few times. She whispered to me finally that some guy was checking her out. I casually peeked over to the bar and saw her admirer standing there brazenly staring right at her. He was easily six foot four and from the size of his arms he was obviously in tremendous physical shape. I looked back at my wife and asked her what she thought of him.

Well she did not take half a second to answer. “Wow!” was about all she could muster and she giggled into her drink. I found myself not all jealous but instead I was getting aroused. The rest of the meal I teased my wife about what a shame it was that she was married. We laughed and finished up our dinner. After I paid the bill I told my wife that we should have a nightcap at the bar before we headed for our room. I told her to go grab a seat at the bar and that after I paid the waiter I would meet up with her after going to the washroom.

She clumsily got up and made her way over to the bar. She was plainly on her way to being completely drunk and I was loving every minute of it. I watched her take a seat at the bar right next to the handsome stranger and he wasted no time in ordering her a drink and sitting right next to her. It was a while before the check came and during that time I sat back and enjoyed the show. This guy obviously knew she was married, as the ring on her finger was plain to see. He also knew that she was not alone, as he had been watching her all night. My wife was plainly enjoying the attention and she had turned on her stool to face him completely.

After I paid the bill I wandered over to the washroom. I passed my wife at the bar but did not say a word. She was laughing at some thing he had said and her drink was practically gone already. In the washroom I wondered at what was happening here. Sure I was turned on by the situation, it was something I had fantasized about for years. But here it was right in front of me, what should I do? I walked out and made my way to the bar. I found my wife and she introduced me to her new friend.

“Honey, this is Mark, he’s in town on business too.” “Mister, you sure are one lucky man to be able to come home to her every night.” Said Mark as he shook my hand. “I know Mark, she is a wonderful catch.” I replied. Mark was plainly smashed and my wife was also beginning to slur her words a little. 

“Honey we should go before you get anymore drunk.” “It was nice to meet you Mark but we’re heading back to our motel now.”

Mark was plainly disappointed in this announcement but he quickly asked if there was anyway I could drive him back to his motel across town. He was in no condition to drive and it was more than twenty miles back to his room. My wife looked at me with sad puppy dog eyes and I agreed.

We headed for the parking lot and it was at that point that I knew my wife was tanked.

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Discrete Office Party Ass Fuck

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The most bland elevator music imaginable played as co-workers and various office-mates mingled, many of them strangers, some of them acquaintances from my floor. The annual fiscal year-end office party (yippee.)

I’d come alone, but was hanging out with a girl from my floor, Isabelle. She was hot, dressed funky, had class, was friendly and cool. We both felt like fish out of water, and were glad of each others’ company.

After many a glass of punch, I broke the ‘brown’ ice, so to speak. ‘You ever take it up the ass?’ I enquired casually between sips.

Isabelle pretended to look shocked and offended, but relented and offered up a saucy smile from under her thin, plucked eyebrows. ‘Why?’ she asked, ‘You like to give it to girls up the ass?’

‘As a matter of fact, Isabelle, I do,’ I said, to which she blushed and smiled. ‘As a matter of fact, I’ve had my eye on your backside ever since we were introduced in the office.’

‘Really??’ She seemed surprised and flattered. I thought she’d have been more confident of her looks, smoking hot, slim, big-boobed and apple-assed as she was. Her enormous alcoholically dilated anime eyes stared up at me from beneath her straight, yellow-blonde bangs with twin, sexy-cute braided ponytails on either side of her petite head.

‘In fact,’ I ventured, ‘we could do it right now, right here, right over there in the corner.’ Her mouth gaped. ‘Don’t think I hadn’t noticed your sexy zip-down miniskirt.’ I added. ‘We could pretend we were just standing together, or dancing.’
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At The Swimming Pool

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My wife and I have always enjoyed having sex in unusual places. Before we were married we would swim regularly at my parent’s house. On a warm day as we lay in the sun we would both get “hot” and venture down to the back shed where a table or makeshift mattress would be put to good use. Anne likes to moan as she nears climax so this added to the thrill and risk of being caught.

We are now in our late thirties and still enjoy the thought that we could be surprised at any time as we make love. Anne is a natural blonde, has good sized breasts and even though she is short at 5 foot 2 inches her well rounded figure is perfectly proportioned. I especially like her bottom which has a great wobble as she walks along.

One of our favourite places is the local indoor swimming club. We have been members for years (for obvious reasons given the old days) and we have found that late on Saturday afternoons is the best time to have the pool to ourselves. The attendant does the rounds to close up at around 5.30 and in the half hour he is normally away we get to play. Well, this particular Saturday there was one other person at the pool when we arrived. Anne went to change and as she came out of the change room she got both my and the strangers attention because she had on a white one piece bathing costume. I had seen it before but I was willing to bet the stranger also knew what to expect because as soon as Anne jumped in the water the bathing suit was almost see through. I could clearly see her nipples and the suit clung to her like a second skin.

I had never mentioned this to Anne so I still don’t know if she was aware that we could see everything she had to offer. I looked across at the stranger who was swimming about 20 feet from us. He was in his late forties, not the best looking man, pretty much bald with a big stomach that overlapped his small bathing costume. Anne motioned to me that we should move to the far end of the pool and as she climbed the steps and stood waiting for me her thick bush was clearly evident. The stranger was, by now, not hiding his admiration for my wife as he edged closer for a better look. I have always enjoyed other men looking at my wife as I know that they want what I have. I was getting excited watching my wife’s apparent indifference at being ogled and this stranger’s blatant lusting stare.

Anne’s call broke my thought as I too jumped out of the pool and followed her conscious that he was watching every move and wobble. For the next five minutes or so he stayed where he was and Anne and I cuddled and kissed at the end of the pool. She put her hand into my bathers and stroked my penis which was already more than prepared for action. She commented that I appeared more excited today and this made her hot and ready to go to the next phase of our weekly exercise. The stranger got out of the pool and it looked like he was preparing to leave. As he rounded a corner we hurried out of the pool and headed for the male change rooms as we knew we would only have about twenty minutes before the attendant came back and wanted to close the pool.
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Party Into The Hot Tub

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The summer night air was thick, hot and filled with anticipation. Everyone at the party was holding ice-cold beers, frozen drinks and cocktails with plenty of ice to mentally escape the heat. At least that is what everyone was attributing their thirst; it was really easing their inhibitions and lubricating their libido. These kind of parties always had an awkwardness to them, but as time wore on and the liquid confidence set in, everyone seemed to warm up to each other.

Anita stood around the picnic table, dressed in a sexy black cocktail dress. Her curves perfectly concealed under a thin layer of polyester; the men around sneaking an adulterous glance when her wives looked away. She met their stairs with mischievous eyes, causing hearts to race and blood to flow. She had an intoxicating way about her; she could seduce with a stare, thrill with a subtle movement, and torture with an innocent touch. Her flirtatious ways stood out amongst the other women at the party, as the other women admired her abilities.

It’s those abilities that captivated the youthful lust of Matthew Peterson, a young associate of Kevin Devine, the man having the party. He was invited at the last minute; unaware he would be almost half the age of most of the guests at the party. He sipped his vodka cocktail; glancing at all the attractive older women around like a child in a toy store. He was caught up in a conversation with Mrs. Devine, Kevin’s wife, but kept his eyes glancing at Anita from across the patio.

As the night set in, the party had broken up into little groups, circling around in conversation clusters while discussing wine and trendy restaurants. Anita and her seductive ways managed to get a party of their own circling the hot tub. Samantha and her husband Jordan, Denise and her husband Randy, and Anita’s husband Tim. They sipped their drinks and jokingly dared each other to get into the hot tub. “I would but I don’t have a suit!” Samantha called out, attempting to be daring, but too shy to commit.

“I think my underwear would be too revealing for such an occasion.” Denise said, staring at the men’s faces awaiting their reactions.

“Oh! Now that’s something I think we all want to see.” Randy said, looking for approval from the other men as he drank from his beer.

“I’ll go in.” Anita said, quietly. All the eyes shifted to her, curious of her next move.

“In that?” Samantha asked skeptically.

“No,” Anita responded, “in nothing.” The group was quiet, shocked. Most of them did not believe her bold suggestion, but watched with curiosity as she placed her drink on the table. She glanced at her husband for his approval, and was met with a sinister smile. She nonchalantly slipped her shoulders out of her dress straps. Her black dress fell to the ground and suddenly all twelve eyes took in the almost naked image of Anita. Her beautiful, heavy breasts accentuating the pure, milky-white skin that covered her heavenly curves. The only thing left on her figure was the thin, black fabric of a g-string. The men gasped, the women bit their lips in jealousy.

She bent over to remove the miniscule fabric to reveal her entirety to the crowd. It fell to the ground, and she dipped her toe into the hot water. She gracefully stepped into the hot water, steam rising up and enveloping her as she descended. Randy and Jordan felt their cocks react. They glanced at Tim for his response to them staring at his naked wife. Tim laughed, watching their lustful responses to his wife.

Samantha and Denise whispered and laughed to one another and placed their glasses on the ground; suddenly they began to strip to their naked flesh. The men watched as Samantha dropped her floral dress to the ground, exposing her modest breasts and tight little ass. Denise slipped from her navy blue dress, showing the lacy lingerie she was wearing beneath it. Her body was curvaceous in all the right places. The naked women joined Anita in the hot tub, reaching for the glasses of champagne and hiding under the bubbles.

“Let’s go boys!” Denise called out, slamming back the rest of her champagne.

“Your turn!” Samantha added.
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The Subway Ride

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Terri crammed her way onto into the third car of the Englewood-Howard subway line on her way to the loop for work It was only 7:00AM and the car was already packed like a can of sardines. After about a month of subway rides, Terri would get fed up and take her car to work, but that usually only lasted a day or two because of the horrible traffic and expensive Loop parking rates. The L was considerably faster and cheaper, if not more convenient than driving a car. On this Wednesday it seemed that it was packed tighter than normal, and Terri was pressed between a well dressed business man and a mid forties woman who smelled of Chanel No. 5.

The car rocked back and forth as the train made it’s way from the far north side on it’s way down town. Having made the same trip thousands of times, Terri kind of put her mind in neutral and just swayed with motion of the car. She was gazing out the window at the passing apartment buildings, and hardly noticed Miss Chanel No. 5 starting to breath a little harder and more shallowly. Only when she felt the woman stiffen against her did she realize that something was up. Now looking the woman in the eyes, she could see that she was in some sort of discomfort. “Are you all right,” asked Terri? The woman just nodded her head and gulped down a breath of air. For the next several stops Terri watched to see that the lady was going to be okay. Her cheeks now flushed a bright red, Terri felt the woman grinding herself into Terri and trying to hide her short gasps of air. Terri couldn’t believe it, but she thought that the woman looked to be having an orgasm right on the train! She became more convinced when the woman’s body suddenly went limp and her breathing returned to normal
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Mile High Club

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Trent Boyd hefted his small attache’ case into the over head compartment and sat down in the aisle seat and waited for the 737 to take off. Leaving the bone chilling cold of Detroit to spend a long weekend in New Orleans was enough to bring a smile to the face of any seasoned traveler! One stop over in Memphis, and it would be good by Woodward Ave. and hello Bourbon Street! This would be Trent’s sixth visit to the Crescent City, and it was definitely his favorite destination, with all the food, booze and women to be had!

His day dream was abruptly interrupted, however, when he chanced to see an absolutely stunning black haired beauty dragging an over night bag down the aisle, obviously looking for her seat. Every male eye in the plane followed her every step, the result of which was a slight jiggling of her oversized chest underneath her skin tight sweater! To Trent’s utter delight, she stopped at his row, rechecked her ticket stub, and hoisted her bag into the over head, and slipped past him into the window seat next to his. Usually in cases like this, Trent’s usual experience would have been that this lovely creature would turn out to be an ice queen, but to his happy dismay, she stuck out her hand and said, “I’m Sonja, Sonja Fletcher!”

He took her hand, and replied, “Trent Boyd’s the name, glad to meet you, New Orleans or Memphis!?!” “Memphis,” she answered, “born and raised there, going home to visit the folks.” “That’s nice,” he replied, “I’m going on to New Orleans myself, a long weekend getaway!” Just then the no smoking and seat belt lights came on, and a flight attendant announced that they would be taking off in about two minutes.

“I guess we had better get ready,” Sonja said, while reaching for her seat belt. “Yeah,” replied Trent, “if we go downwe better be belted in, for all the good it would do.” “Please don’t say that, I’m scared to death of flying,” she said in a nervous voice, “joking about it just makes it worse for me!” At first Trent thought she may have been joking, but the look on her face told him that she really was terrifiedof flying! “I’m sorry, Sonja,” he said soothingly, “you’re right, it was a bad joke, here, let me hold your hand during take off, it will make you feel better!” Gripping his hand like a steel vice,Sonja was obviously glad to have someone to hold onto, and Trent was a little taken back when she held his hand to her chest while waiting for the plane to take off.

“My god,” he thought, “her boobs are incredible,” even if he was getting a somewhat limited feel through her tight sweater. I’m sorry I’m holding on so tight, but I really am frightened,” she offered! Trying to maneuver his fingers for a better feel, he replied back, “Oh, that’s all right, if it makes you feel better, it’s all right with me.” Soon the jet was taxiing out to the runway, and Sonja’s breathing became shallow and intermittent, a sure sign of hyperventilation. Deciding to take a real chance, Trent turned a little to face her, and reached his right hand over and held her leg, six inches or so above her knee. Acting as if he were just trying to protect her, he held her close, while all the time enjoying the sensation of having one hand buried in her huge chest, and the other one on the inside of her smooth bare thigh!

“Hold on,” he whispered into her ear, “herewe go, as the plane hurtled down the runway, gaining speed with each passing second. Sonja held on to Trent even harder, as she closed her eyes, hoping that they would get air born as quickly as possible! Trent let his hand slide a little farther up her thigh, until it was actually under the hem of her dress! When they finally reached cruising altitude, Sonja leaned back in her seat and tried to relax, but with little success. “You’re so tense,” Trent observed, “maybe if we got under a blanket it would make you feel better!” Not waiting for and answer, Trent summoned a flight attendant and requested a blanket, thirty seconds later Trent was covering each of them up with a warm comforter. “Better,” he asked her, while snuggling closer to her warm body. “Much,” she replied, as she leaned closer to him, “a blanket was a good idea!” For the second time, Trent took another chance, and let his left hand slip to the inside of Sonja’s warm thigh. He half expected some resistance, but instead she just snuggled closer, and lay her head on his shoulder

!Slowly he worked his hand up the inside of her leg, pausing every now and then to make sure she realized what he was doing. Her thighs were unbelievably warm and smooth, and she seemed to coo softly the farther along his hand went. A few more inches and his fingers were butting up against her damp crotch, or I should say dripping crotch, because along her crack was a definitewet strip about an inch wide. She lifted her head and whispered into his ear, “Although I am terrified to fly, I almost had an orgasm from the fear and excitement it caused me, if you touch me, I know I’ll have one right here and now.” Throwing caution to the winds, Trent pulled the thin crotch panel to the side, and let his fingers roam all over her drooling pussy, until finally coming to rest on her hard little clit. Flicking it gently, he felt her body tense up, and then shake quietly, while a brutal climax ripped through her dripping vagina, leaving her a total wreck!

After she had clamed down, Trent whispered into her ear, “Feel better now???” “Oh yes, thank you so much, I don’t know if I could have made it without you,” she replied, “but I have one more favor to ask!” “Sure, anything,” he answered. “Could you please put a finger inside of me, I really need to feel that you’re close to me, and with you in my vagina I know I’ll feel safer!”“Of course,” Trent answered eagerly, “what ever you wish is my command,” and he proceeded to slip his middle finger deep into the wetness of her warm pussy. A slight moan escaped her lips, but other than that, you couldn’t have never told that she was getting her cunt fingered! “I have a request for you,” he offered, while gently slipping his finger in and out of her honey pot, “I can tell that you’re a very sexual person, and I would like to ask you questions about your sex life and your body, if that’s okay with you!?!” He gave her pussy a couple of quick stabs, causing her to lose her concentration, but she replied back, “Sure, ask me anything you want!” “I’m interested to know if you have a boy friend,” he asked? “Yeah, back in Detroit,” she said, “he’s an accountant.” “Does he have a big cock,” asked Trent? “Very large,” she said dreamily, “about eight inches long and very thick!” “When you suck him,” he continued, “do you swallow his cum?” Her breathing was now becoming more labored, but she went on, “Oh, yes, I always drink it all, and he is a very hard cummer!” “You have a very large chest,” he opined, “what size is it, and do you ever go braless?” “Oh my, she hissed, “Do you know what you’re doing to me!?!“Answer the question, Sonja, what about your pretty chest,” he fairly demanded?!? “Let’s see, my breast size is 36d, and what was the other question,” she asked? “Do you go braless,” he repeated?

“Uh, always around the apartment, and sometimes in the summer if it’s hot out,” she stammered, the look on her face told him that she was nearing another orgasm. He then told her, “Reach over and feel my crotch.” When her hand encountered the hard bone hidden under his pants, she nearly had her climax then and there! “Take it out,” he ordered her, “and then jerk me off!” She managed to free his pecker and immediately began stroking it up and down. A small line of drool ran down her cheek, and her eyes seemed to glaze over, and it was obvious to Trent that she was in the middle of a huge sexual episode! He himself was very close to blowing his nut, so to push her over the edge, he whispered, “Sonja, did you know that your body would give any man a huge erection!?!” Just hearing the word erection was all the poor girl could take!Her pussy contracted hard, sending a climax racing through her body! Her hand was now flying up and down Trent’s meat, and when he felt her body tense up, his pecker gave up its cum in a spurting torrent! Her hand was now covered with his goo, and he said, “Be careful, but lick it off!” Obediently she slipped her cum filled hand to her mouth and greedily licked it clean.

“This is the captain speaking,” came a voice over the loud speaker, “we’ll be landing in Memphis in ten minutes, so please fasten your seat belts.” “Well,” said Trent, “I guess you’ll be getting ofin a few minutes.” She snuggled close to him and said, “Not on your life, we have another take off to make, I think I’ll just fly all the way to New Orleans.” Trent hooked his belt, smiled, and said, “I guess were gonna have a great weekend together.”

An Elevator Story

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He found himself dashing across the hotel lobby, his toolbox banging against one leg, as he raced to make the elevator before it closed. He had to stick his arm in to keep it from closing, and he managed to slide in, with a sigh of relief. It only took a few seconds for Rich to realize that he was not alone in the elevator. He looked behind him and noticed a beautiful, ravishing blonde-haired woman standing against the back wall of the elevator, wearing an expensive business outfit, holding a leather tote-bag in front of her. She looked extremely young – no more than 21, if even that.

“What are you looking at?” the woman blurted out in a snotty tone, glancing meanly at the man. “Uhh… nothing,” Rich replied, turning his head the other way. What a beautiful woman, he said to himself. But if her initial voice was any indication of her personality, Rich figured, she was not the type of woman to pursue. Never before had someone sounded so conceited. As the elevator began to ascend, something popped up in Rich’s mind. That lady looked familiar to him. Wait a minute! There was a reason she looked familiar to him. In fact, he knew who she was! “You’re Candice Baker!” Rich exclaimed, spinning around and looking at the woman in disbelief. She gave an exasperated look and then shrugged her shoulders. “So?” Rich ripped open his tool box, searching for a piece of paper and a pen. “Wow! This is incredible! Can I have your autograph? Wow! My little brother just loves you!” The blonde took in a deep breath, then spoke in a very demeaning tone. “Look, I DON’T do autographs.”

Rich stopped, looking up at her with a stunned expression. She was much different than what he had previously envisioned her as… To anyone who owned a television, 19-year-old Candice Baker was a superstar. She was the marquee name on OCEAN VIEW, a network program which always ranked high in the weekly television ratings. People knew her as Theresa Manning , the sexy and flirtatious maid of a little motel situated on the California coast. Before she landed this role, Candice had made her mark in the entertainment community as a fashion model. She had two calendars out, plus a workout video and even a commercial for a mascara company. At 19, she literally had the world at her feet. “You don’t do autographs?” the repairman asked, crestfallen. “All I ask for is one… that’s all. My little brother, he has your calendar up on his wall and he watches your show every single week. He just loves you more than any other…” “LOOK,” Candice repeated, now in a firm tone, “I DON’T do autographs for ANYONE. I could care less about your worthless little brother.” Rich gave an expression of confusion and then turned his head quickly, so the famous star could not see his new look of disgust. What a fucking bitch, he said to himself. She could have told him about her “no autograph” rule in a much nicer and more polite way, instead of just being snotty and demeaning him and his brother at the same time.

Candice sighed and ran a brush through her long, perfectly-styled hair, eyeing the man from behind. She hated to be in the same elevator with someone his type. “I’m a million dollar star,” she told herself. “And I have to share an elevator with some lousy repairman. This hotel should have elevators for stars. After all, lots of stars come here.” “You know,” Rich said, breaking the woman’s train of thought. He kept looking straight ahead, not turning to peer back at her. “You must really be a good actress.” “Thanks,” she said, squinting suspiciously at him. “Yeah,” he added. “Your character on TV is so nice and sweet. You on the other hand, in real life, are nothing but a spoiled little brat. No one would really know that unless they met you for real.” “WHAT?” Candice screamed, full of rage and anger. “You can’t talk to me like that!” “Who says?” Rich asked, now turning around to face her. “Me!” she exclaimed, taking a swing and hitting him in the shoulder. Rich, who prided himself on never raising a hand to strike a woman, just stood there and shook his head at her, as she fumed before him. No one had probably ever opposed her like this before, he told himself. This bitch actress probably had people eating out of her hands on a regular basis. Candice reached into her tote-bag and scrambled for her celluar phone. “I’m going to call security on you!” she screamed. “You can’t talk to me that way! I’m Candice Baker, dammit!”
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The Stranger

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Cathy was relaxing, and taking it easy, when the phone rang.

She answered it. “Hi, sis!” said Diane, Cathy’s sister.

“Hiya kid,” said Cathy. Her sister Diane was twenty-six and five years younger than Cathy.

“You remember? In two days I fly out to San Diego for the company’s annual convention,” Diane said. “I’m giving a talk on ‘just-in-time manufacturing.’ My boss said I was an important asset to the company and he knew I would do fine.” They chatted awhile longer. Cathy promised to see her off at the airport on Saturday in two days.

Fresh out of college with a degree in marketing, she had danced the whole resume and interview dance without success. Diane counted herself lucky; she was contacted and hired by the company through a resume she had deposited in an Internet resume bank. The company had looked for a local candidate with her background.

Five years Diane had put into the company – a manufacturer of fasteners. Fasteners were all types of screws, nuts, bolts and washers. Through hard study and work, she had moved from junior sales rep to senior account executive in record time. She called on some of the largest manufacturers and distributors in the U.S. Those days as a junior rep were gone. No more completing and routing paperwork or making follow-up phone calls for the senior execs.

She was the youngest woman ever to make senior exec. She had a company car, cell phone, pager, laptop and two junior reps just to keep up with her sales. Then Diane met this hunky guy Martin in the PR department. He oversaw catalog and brochure copy and photos, and press releases. He kept in contact with trade organizations and planned trade shows.

His rugged good looks, compact runner’s body, lean and muscular upper body and legs, cute behind and thick black hair attracted her. Martin was drawn to her short raven hair and her face that was pretty as a model. She was taller than he and she had voluptuous body, rounded hips, a cute ass, large, firm breasts, and long legs.

Within a week they had dinner. Within two weeks they had gone to bed. Within a month they lived together. Within a year they were married. They shared the same work ethic and high standards. Two years later baby Jacob came along and Diane took six months of parental leave. Then they found a nanny.

Diane had taken Friday afternoon off to prepare for the trip. She was excited, yet a bit apprehensive about the trip. She had never given a talk to two hundred people. As she packed her bags in the bedroom, she thought how she hated going anywhere without Martin. He had to stay and work the weekend preparing for some major PR event. She traveled a lot, but she did not like the loneliness.

Diane loved to snuggle up to Martin in their big bed, her head on his hairy chest. She loved feel his deep slow breathing, feel and smell the warmth of him. When he kissed her and touched her that special way, she felt as if they could make love forever.

Well, she had to go on this trip so she packed: lacy undergarments, wool skirts and blazers, silk blouses, hosiery, custom leather shoes, bath necessities and cosmetics. Laptop, important papers, and her speech. Everything fit nicely into her Gucci bags. Then she remembered to throw in her bathing suit. Maybe there would be time to unwind in the hotel pool.

Her excitement over the trip turned into nervous sexual energy. Diane wished she did not feel guilty. Her big sister Cathy liked to tell Diane about masturbating while her husband watched – or while he didn’t. Cathy loved to shock and embarrass her sister by describing the most intimate and explicit details of her sex life.

Diane – mesmerized – listened, but wouldn’t admit to masturbating herself. Nor would she get very specific about what she and Martin did. Cathy described all her high school and college adventures. A shocked Diane listened on the phone and later did it to herself to relieve the tension.

The nanny had taken Jacob to the park so Diane could prepare for the trip. Her sexual tension rising, thinking, “Oh hell, guilt be damned,” she lay down on the bed. She opened and unzipped her jeans, pulled them down, lifted her hips and quickly stripped them off. She pulled down her panties. Hurriedly taking off her t-shirt and bra, she was naked.

A bottle of lotion sat on the night stand. She grabbed it and drizzled lotion on her breasts, down her stomach and onto her pubic area. She shivered at the cool contact. She massaged the lotion into her shoulders and upper chest. She worked her way around and over the surface of her breasts – avoiding her large areolas and sensitive nipples. Her back arched and she bit her lip. “Uhhhh,” she sighed.
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