It was one Friday night; Mary and I were at a hotel bar out of town, when Mary surprised me by drinking more then she usually did. She drank like a fish until she finally was so plastered that she was leaning against the counter to stay upright.
I was half drunk too, so when she asked me to help her upstairs to our room. For some reason I made believe I was really in no condition to go upstairs myself and I asked a guy who was standing next to us at the bar if he would help her up to our room.
He introduced himself, his name was john and he was a big black man. He quickly volunteered his services. I stood there as John wrapped his large arms around my wife and helped her walk toward the elevators.
At the elevators he picked her up in his arms and carried her into one while I followed behind. I noticed that one of john's large black hands were up under my wife's skirt. I assumed it was accidental, but secretly I hoped it wasn't.
There is a lot of timing and luck involved in getting the chance to watch your normally reluctant wife suddenly turn it on for another man. But John, a 40-year-old contractor, had that chance to see his 31-year-old wife perform at a convention last summer at an upscale hotel in New York.
Cindy wore an unusually revealing red dress that evening. It was shorter than anything John had ever seen her wear in public. Being that this was a formal dinner and dance with potential professional contacts, he was reluctant to have her wear it at first. But Cindy, who had a shapely but very petite 102-pound body, seemed to be very comfortable and confident in the tight, low-cut dress.
In fact, seeing his wife in the dress stirred some reoccurring fantasies in John as they shared a bottle of champagne in their room before heading to the banquet. Throughout their five-year marriage, John had toyed with the idea of directly asking Cindy to seduce another man.
An incident happened the other night, quite by accident, that awakened something in me I didn't know I had. Last Thursday night a friend of mine, Larry, came over to talk, drink a beer, and watch TV. He works at the same place I do, and since we had a three day weekend, we were in no hurry to end the night. My wife, Sandy, had to work the next day, and since she was not a night person she went to bed about 10:30. She is also one of the soundest sleepers I know. I have actually shaken her pretty good trying to wake her up before, and still she would sleep.
After Sandy went to bed, Larry and I sat up and watched an old porno flick of his that he had brought over, since Sandy wasn't into much of that scene.
After the first couple of cum shots, Larry exclaimed, "Man, it sure would be nice to have a real piece of ass! It's been much too long since I've had any!"
My wife's best friend moved to San Francisco a few years ago and met some guy. They have been dating for a while and they recently came to visit for a weekend.
Both my wife and I are 24 and my wife's best friend Laura is 23 and her boyfriend is 22.
They came to our house the Friday night after they arrived. We were all sitting around in the living room talking by the fire and drinking wine when the topic of sex came up.
We quickly learned that for some strange reason Laura's boyfriend wasn't ready to have sex with her and that the situation frustrated Laura. She mentioned that she was forced to satisfy herself whenever she got "in the mood."
Jim. I've found it hard to believe some of the stories I have read on the net about the sexual adventures of some people. But now that something terrifically exciting has happened to me, maybe I'll be less of a doubting Thomas. I promise you that the following story is true in every respect. I have changed some of the names but other than that I swear it's all true.
My wife, Cindy, and I have been married for about five years now and I have no complaints of her in the sex department. She is always willing and eager to get into bed with me and so I thought she was also perfectly content with our sex life. Recently I found out that wasn't necessarily true. I guess this is where my story really begins.
"Fuck me!"
The echo, the plea in my wife's voice, the insistent growl of her eager submission, those words excited me hard, almost terrifying me as they cut my soul. I loosened my grip, letting Andrea's dark-golden locks slip from the hard knot of my fingers. She moaned low, with a melted wanton glare in her big brown eyes. I turned to look out the window. A dim reflection stared back at me.
"Is he out there?" I asked softly.
"Who?" Andrea asked, suddenly nervous.
"You're mine," I said, tightening my grip on her hair again, drawing her head back. Her mouth opened and her eyes closed.
"Fuck me," she purred.
I didn't think it was possible, but Mark had been a very naughty boy. Again. It wasn't enough that I had punished him once... or twice... it just seemed that he could never get enough of it. Maybe he was just lonely and thought that any attention he could get would be worth it. So I would be more than happy to oblige him.
I heard the knock on my apartment door at exactly the moment I told him to arrive. When I didn't answer, I knew he would use his key and let himself in, thinking he would be surprising me. Little did he know!
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