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OK. I’m 54. I’ve been married to my wife for 28 years. We have a son of 25 and a daughter of 23 both of whom have moved out. And because what I’m going to tell you is so wrong that’s all the biography I’m giving. Except to say I’m a rep for a software company that is decent enough to put me up in decent hotels when I travel to meet clients.

I was in such a hotel two weeks ago. The restaurant was good and I spent a few hours in my room going over the day’s notes and figures before heading down to the bar about ten o’clock. It was pretty quiet. Just me, a married couple and a group of four girls that I reckoned were students at the local university. Every so often I glanced over at them. Quite often to be honest: I may be middle-aged and married but I’m not dead. At one point they all turned and looked at me and laughed so after that I tried to focus on my pint. Not entirely successfully.

At length the married couple left. Shortly after the four girls got up and left too. A few moments later one of them returned, came up to me and said, “Would you like to buy me a drink?” I got up and went to the bar to get drinks for each of us and when I returned she sat next to me at my table. We chatted for a while. Her name was Emily and was studying English literature. Her hair was long and brown, her eyes were green but my gaze kept drifting to her enticing cleavage.

When our drinks were nearly finished she put her hand on my thigh and I felt my cock twitch. “I thought I should explain why we all laughed earlier,” she said. “One of us - Cara, the short-haired one - has been seeing this older guy. And the thing is, he looks a lot like you.” She looked around and her hand rose further up my thigh. “Thing is, she says that older men are really good in bed and she suggested I find out for myself.”

I could have - should have - declined. Instead I waited until the barman had disappeared for a moment then took her hand and led her to the stairs and to my room. Once inside I put my arms around her. “You’re sure about this?” I asked. She nodded and I planted my lips on hers, slipping my tongue between them and rolling it seductively on  hers. Gradually I heard her breathing get faster as my hands moved over her body, teasing her clothes and pulling them away from her body and off while also removing my own. Our embrace became more and more passionate as, once we were naked, my hands roved on her soft round ass and cupped her firm young breasts, teasing her nipples until they hardened, making her gasp. I felt her hand wrap around my now hard cock as she whispered “Pretty good so far” in my ear.

We moved to the bed and lay together, her hand rubbing my cock while mine slipped between her thighs, a finger sliding into her pussy and moving inside her while the heel of my hand ground on her clitoris. “Mmmmm” she moaned. “You’ve done that a few times.” I leaned over her, taking each nipple in turn in my mouth, nibbling gently on them provoking moans and soft gasps. Slowly I kissed and licked my way down her belly until my head was between her soft, smooth thighs. I insinuated my tongue between her wet pussy lips and licked the length of her entrance. “Oh fuck yessss” she gasped. “No one’s ever done that before.” “Young guys,” I answered. “They don’t know what they’re missing.” I love eating pussy and hers was sweet, salty and delicious. I began to lap at it hungrily until she started to writhe on the bed and I turned my attention to her clit, flicking it with my tongue in the way only experience teaches. Faster and faster until her hips started bucking and rolling uncontrollably on the bed and, her thighs shaking, I drove her to orgasm.

As she lay gasping I slowly moved back up her body, kissing her soft young skin as I went, enjoying again her pert breasts and bullet-hard nipples until my hips were between her thighs. She moaned gutturally as my cock slid between her labia and its head found her entrance. Slowly I moved into her. God, she was so tight! Thirty years ago I might have shot my load in moments. Again experience paid off and I moved slowly and gradually, watching my breathing, until I was fully inside her. I felt her thighs rise against my flanks and I began to fuck her slowly and seductively, gradually building up speed until her moans in my ear told me I had hit her rhythm. 

After a while could feel my cock longing to cum so I pulled out of her, lay on my back and encouraged her on top of me. She straddled me and guided my cock to her wet pussy and sank down on it with a deep moan. She began to ride me urgently, panting as she rose and fell on my shaft. I slipped a hand between us so that her clit ground against my fingers and she moaned "Fuck yesss...like that". Faster and faster, her movements becoming more and more urgent. No longer able to control things I feared I might cum before her. Then she closed her eyes tight, her mouth formed an O and she shook silently as her young body quivered and she came, her tight pussy spasming on my shaft. I could hold no longer. I felt my cock swelling and reaching for her womb as I pumped my seed inside her.

She rolled off and we lay for a while gasping. I must have nodded off and was woken by her closing the door to my room as she left. When I got up in the morning I found a note on the bedside cabinet: “Cara was right!! HMU next time you’re here. Emily xx” and her phone number. That note is still in my work file. I know this is all wrong. I’m a married man. She’s younger than my daughter. But I’m due back in that town next week and I am mightily tempted.

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My friend Clara and my husband don’t get on. I guess that’s why I haven’t seen her as much as I would have liked over the last twenty years and I’m pretty sure that’s why I got an invitation to her son’s wedding and he didn’t. Whatever the case I was booked into the Golden Lion hotel where the reception was taking place and I was decked out in what I thought was my classiest outfit: a red satin dress that clung a little more tightly to my middle-aged body than it had when I bought it,  and I’d put on party make up for the first time in ages.

It was getting late. I’d had a few drinks. I’d chatted to a few old acquaintances and had a few laughs and was thinking about going to bed when a voice said, “Hold still.” A good-looking young man of about twenty-one that I recognised as the best man was holding up his phone and pointing it at me. “For the record” he said as I smiled and he took my picture. A moment later he was standing close to me showing it to me. “I’ll be back in a few minutes for a dance, OK?” he said with youthful enthusiasm.

I’ll be honest, I felt a small thrill of excitement at the thought. But I’m forty-five and married so didn’t think much more of it until he reappeared holding out his hand and saying “Now. That dance.” A little flattered and very surprised I took his hand and he led me onto the dance floor. It was a slow number and I became aware as we danced that I was becoming aroused by this young man’s hands on my body and his breath in my ear; by the movement of his chest against my breasts and his groin against my stomach.

The next few minutes are a blur. One moment we were on that dance floor. The next we were in the lift heading for the third floor and our lips were pressed together, our tongues were lashing at each other and our hands were exploring each other’s bodies. The next moment we were in my room pulling at each other’s clothes and all thoughts of my husband had vanished from my head as this young man, young enough to be my son, and I tumbled onto the bed.

His thigh ground against my pussy as my tongue danced with his. His hand explored my full mature tits as mine clutched at his tight young arse. His cock grew hard against my soft middle-aged stomach and a part of me - a part perhaps that recalled the freedom I had at his age - yearned to feel it inside me; yearned for a simple, primal, uncomplicated, undomesticated fuck.

I rolled onto my back and spread my legs. Nestled between them I felt his slim hips against my thighs as his cock moved against my wet pussy and then I gasped as he entered me, stretching me inside and sending waves of pleasure out through my body. I clutched at his strong young shoulders as he thrust deep inside me and my hips rose to meet him. Wrapping my legs around him I urged him on as he began to fuck me with a youthful vigour and urgency I’d long forgotten.

As if in a haze, at a distance, I could hear myself moaning, panting, urging him on as with thrust after thrust shock after shock of sensual joy surged through me; building, surging, rising to a crescendo until, clutching at him, the sheets, the bed, anything I could get my hands on, I came. My whole body shook as I pulled him to me and, a few moments later, I felt him swell inside me and, with a few deep determined thrusts he flooded my mature married pussy. 

He rolled off and we lay panting for a while. Me more than him - I hadn’t had that much exercise for quite some time. Eventually he got dressed and went to his room and I had the best night’s sleep I’d had in some time

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Apparently it began at my works Christmas party. There was a point when I couldn’t see my wife or my boss. But there were a lot of people there and I’d had a few drinks and I didn’t think too much of it at the time. Some months later something clicked in my mind. My boss seemed to be out of the office often on Wednesday afternoons; the afternoon that my wife was not working in the library. My suspicions grew stronger until eventually I confronted her. She admitted that she was having an affair with my boss and said that it had been purely sexual and that she loved me. I’m still not sure how to deal with that. She also said that she would end it. I couldn’t deny though that I was more than a little turned on by the thought of my boss fucking my wife and, for reasons I still can’t grasp, I said that she could keep doing it.

For a while this made things a little awkward at work. Eventually my boss and I started to get more relaxed about it and started to joke about it on Thursday mornings. “Your wife made sure you keep your job yesterday.” “So, any chance of a raise this morning, Boss?” One part of the deal is that when he’s been with her my wife always tells me. Sometimes she shows me the stains on the sheets of our bed where her orgasm juices have spilt on them and his cum has dribbled from her pussy.

I prefer she doesn’t go into details though. I like to imagine. Maybe I project my Boss-employee relationship onto what goes on. I imagine my wife naked and kneeling at his feet, her nipples hard and her eyes filled with excitement as she unfastens his pants and takes out his cock while he takes off his shirt. In my imagination it is bigger than it probably is as I picture her hand, the hand I take in mine so often, moving on it, making it harder before she takes the head in her mouth and begins to suck on it adoringly. I hear him grunt with pleasure as my wife’s lips, the lips I kiss goodnight, move up and down his now rigid shaft and she cups his big full balls in her hand where her wedding ring glistens on her finger.

She gets up and offers him her hand as she guides him to our bed. She lies on it and spreads her legs, her pussy already wet and open for him. He nestles his hips between her parted thighs and she moans gutturally as he sinks his cock deep inside my wife, stretching her, and starts to fuck her long and slow and deep. “YES!” she cries out. “Fuck me! Oh God that’s so BIG!” She wraps her legs around his waist and pulls him to her, her fingers clutching at his back. I imagine his arse rising and falling between my wife’s splayed thighs, her hips rolling and grinding as they grunt together, her gasps getting louder and faster as he drives her toward orgasm. Her eyes widen and her mouth forms a perfect O as she stops breathing for a moment then wails with orgasmic pleasure. 

As she is still shaking my boss withdraws and lifts and turns my wife’s hips until she is on all fours. She grips the headboard of our bed and cries out as he fills her again. In my imagination I hear the slapping of his groin against my wife’s arse as he fucks her hard and powerfully and her cries of pleasure as he drives her toward a second orgasm - something I have never managed. I see her shaking and crying out “YES!! YES!! OH MY GOD YES!! as my boss with long deep thrusts grunts with satisfaction and empties his balls into my wife’s waiting womb.

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OK. I was cross. Cross and horny. We’d come here on holiday and maybe I was hoping for some fireworks but the first night my husband was too tired from sightseeing. The second night we went to the bar and he got hammered. The third day we were booked on a coach tour. I said I didn’t fancy going so he just said, “You just chill out by the pool and I’ll see you later.”

So there I was a little later sitting by the pool with my second drink - which wasn’t entirely taking my edge off - when a man approached me. About fifteen years older than me, somewhere in his mid-forties but clearly physically fit, he asked, “Do you mind if I join you?” I shrugged and said, “Sure”. He got us both drinks and we started chatting. I told him why I was drinking alone, he told me he was recently divorced. Gradually the conversation got flirtier until he put his hand on mine. My heart was beating so fast. Was I really thinking of cheating on my husband with this stranger? Maybe that was the point. Nobody knew me here. No friends or neighbours to gossip. When he said that this was his last day the words just came unbidden to my lips as I said, “Well maybe we should do something to make it memorable.”

He stood up and offered me his hand I took it and we walked back into the hotel. I felt his arm slip around my waist and I felt that fluttering excitement in my stomach that soon spreads to my crotch. I was doing this. I was going to another man’s room while my husband was off on a bus somewhere.

Once in his room he closed the door and turned me toward him. Drawing me close he softly touched his lips to mine. His tongue slipped into my mouth and tussled with mine as our hands began to explore each other’s bodies, his roaming over my arse, my hips, my breasts; mine over his shoulders, sides and crotch. I felt his hardening cock through his pants and began to pull at his clothes. Soon we were both naked and rolling on his bed, his thigh grinding against my moist pussy and his now-hard shaft pressed to my pelvis. 

He slowly kissed his way down my body, pausing to bring my nipples to rigidity with his teeth and tongue, down over my trembling stomach. I moaned aloud as his tongue teased its way between my pussy lips. He was so good at that. I felt pleasure growing and swelling in my groin as I writhed on his bed clutching at his sheets and his greying hair. I gasped as he started to flick at my swollen clit and I could hear myself crying aloud as my body began to shake and the waves of pleasure built to crescendo. Orgasm rushed through me like a tidal wave.

I lay gasping for a while as he slowly made his way back up my body, his face and grey moustache glistening with my juices, until he was nestled between my spread legs. I guided him to my entrance and groaned gutturally as I felt him penetrate my married pussy, felt him stretch me inside, felt his hot breath in my ear as he whispered “God, you’re so tight.” I moaned and gasped as he began to move, slowly and deeply, his cock sending sensation spreading from my groin out through my body.

I clutched at him, seized his arse and urged him on to fuck me harder and harder, the base of his shaft grinding on my clit. His hips rose and fell between my thighs as mine met his thrusts. Faster and faster we fucked each other until my second orgasm roared through my body and made me feel incandescent. While I was still in its throes I heard him gasp, “Oh FUCK. I’m going to CUM”. Clasping my legs around him I held him to me as I felt him swell inside me then the warmth of his seed filling my married pussy.

We lay for a while. We fucked again. Then I went back to my room to await my husband.

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“I said about three o’clock” my wife called down to me as she was getting ready. I shouted up, “OK”. Shortly after she came downstairs. She looked gorgeous and sexy and she reminded me why I fell in love with my wife in the first place. “How do I look?” she asked. My stomach churned. “He’s going to want to fuck you on the spot.” I answered

Half an hour’s drive later we stopped outside his house. “I’ll try to keep you up to date,” she said. “But he doesn’t like his face in pictures.” Then she looked at me with that look on her face . “Thank you for this. I love you so much.” She got out of our car and headed for his door. I drove off to a multi-storey car park in the town. It was a Sunday so it was quiet. I headed up to the top floor which waa empty.

And that’s where I am now. Imagining him opening the door to her, guiding her inside, taking her in his arms and kissing her, his tongue probing into her mouth and hers rolling urgently around it; his hands roaming over her body and hers pressing him to her. I picture him clutching at her round arse and firm full breasts, and her reaching down between them to caress his crotch, feeling him harden under her hand. In my mind I see him undressing my wife as he takes off his own clothes and a knot of excitement and jealousy forms in my stomach.

My phone buzzes. It’s a video. My wife is naked and on her knees before her bull’s long, thick, black cock. She’s looking up into the camera as she takes it into his mouth, lovingly and adoringly. I can hear him grunting and saying ”Yes..you are a great cocksucker”. I imagine her lips sliding up and down his shaft, her tongue rolling around his crown and my own cock gets so hard that I need to unfasten my pants pants and take it out and hope that the cameras in the car park aren’t too good.

Another buzz. It’s my wife’s arse. I kind of love it that I can recognise my wife by the curves of her buttocks. But here the tip of a big black cock is gliding between the lips of her moist and ready pussy. I watch as with a long slow thrust he penetrates her and hear her moaning “Oh God yes…fuck me”. In my mind I watch my wife on all fours, panting as his cock pounds into her over and over as a sheen of sweat builds on her body. I stroke harder, that knot getting harder and harder in my stomach as I imagine her clutching at the sheets of his bed, panting and moaning.

Another buzz. It’s confused. She’s holding the phone in her hand and directing it at her face. It’s moving rhythmically as he fucks her and her face is convulsed with pleasure. Her mouth forms a perfect O and her eyes close tight and I know she is cumming on his cock.  and I imagine her clutching at his back as her legs tighten around him and urging him to his own orgasm, begging him to fill him with his seed .

I grab at a tissue from back seat of the car and hold it over the crown of my cock as I empty into it. My phone buzzes. Another video clip. It pans down from my wife’s flushed face. She is panting and her eyes are gleaming. Down over her sweat-gilded breasts and over her palpitating stomach. Down to her crotch and her open, used pussy; his slick white semen seeping onto her sweaty thighs.

A text arrives a few minute later. “Maybe you should go and find dinner Honey. We’re going to go again. Love you xxxx”

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I was sure my husband had been hinting that he was OK with me having sex with other men. Fairly sure. At least I’d got that impression from the way he talked about not being a jealous man; of how he got a kick out of other guys ogling my tits and arse; how he wanted me to have fun. This idea was floating in my head when I met a friend for drinks one evening. She’d just been through a messy divorce and wanted to talk. So we did for about an hour until her phone rang. “Shit! Babysitter problems. Got to go.” she said and hurried off. I sat sipping my drink for a while then a man approached my table. He was good looking and seven or eight years younger than me. “Your friend abandoned you?” he asked. I smiled and explained the situation and he sat down and we got chatting.

As we sat and talked the thoughts I’d been having about my husband’s “hints” were swirling in my brain and I caught myself fiddling with my wedding ring and feeling an itch developing in my crotch. The barman called last orders and he asked if I wanted another drink. I did. And more. The bar had become crowded and while he was waiting to get the drinks I feverishly texted my husband. “Having drinks with a guy.” Not enough. Needed more. I thought for a minute and added, “Don’t wait up.” I was about to press ‘send’ then added, “Love you x.” Then I waited for what seemed hours but was no more than a few minutes. Was he angry? Was he going to call and demand I come home.? Then the reply came and my heart hammered in my chest: “Have fun! Love you too xxx”.

The guy brought the drinks to our table and we sat drinking them, the conversation getting ever more flirtatious as closing time approached. At last he looked at our empty glasses and said, “Looks like it’s time to go.” “Your place?” I asked. “I thought you were married,” he said. “I am, I replied. “To a very generous man.”

We got a taxi to his flat. As we travelled I felt a giddy excitement, almost that of a teenager on a date, my heart fluttering as we kissed in the back of the cab and our tongues rolled on each other. I felt his hand caressing my inner thigh, moving up to find my crotch. Was I a already wet? Would he feel how aroused I was becoming? When we got to his flat we wasted no time but hurried to his bedroom and rapidly stripped. 

In a blur we were on his bed exploring each other’s bodies; his hands on my arse, my hips, my breasts; mine on his shoulders, his torso, his cock. It was nice and thick and, by now, thoroughly hard in my hand as I feverishly stroked it. I twisted and brought my mouth to it, taking it in and sucking on it, tasting the first jewels of his precum on its tip. It felt so strange to have another man’s cock in my mouth after so many years of marriage but as that thought crossed my mind I moaned as his finger slipped inside me and sent sensations quivering from my pussy through my body.

I lay back on his bed and spread my legs for him. He got between them and I gasped as I felt him penetrate me. It felt so good. Not better than my husband, but different. As he moved inside me, sending delicious ripples of pleasure through my body, thoughts of home and husband began to drift away and I just luxuriated in the movement of our bodies moving with each other and a thought began to form in my mind. I began to experience a sense of liberation; how free I felt having no responsibilities to this man I would probably never see again; that for the first time in many years I was enjoying the simple, but glorious, pleasure of a pure, unconditional, uncomplicated fuck.

As that realisation crystallised in my mind I pushed him off me and rolled him onto his back. Getting astride him I sank down on his shaft and began to ride him; wantonly and wildly fucking him, enjoying every moment, every thrill of his cock inside me. Sensation started to well and grow inside me. I took his hands from my hips and brought them to my tits, gasping as he pinched my nipples between his fingers. Faster and faster I rose and fell on his shaft, then began rocking and grinding, my breath getting ragged. Wave after wave of sensation welled in my body and then, with a mighty roar, crashed inside me and I came on this virtual stranger’s cock.

As my orgasm subsided and he was still hard, I got off him and got onto all fours. Wiggling my arse at him I left him in no doubt of what I wanted. He got behind me and I growled with sexual hunger as I felt him penetrate me again. My second orgasm, when I get one, usually comes fairly soon after the first and, my fingers tightly gripping his headboard, I just rejoiced in the sensations that were rippling through me; of being fucked hard and fast for the sole purpose of fucking; the feeling of his hands on my hips, his crotch crashing against my arse and his cock pounding my married pussy. Again. Again. Again. And then I was there and my body shook with pure primal pleasure and I wailed my orgasm into his sheets. As it began to subside I heard him grunting behind me. “Fuck! Oh fuck!” On a sudden impulse I did something I hadn’t done in a long time. I pulled off him and quickly turned on the bed. His abdomen quivering and his legs beginning to shake I took his cock in my mouth. Tasting my own juices on it I felt it swell and throb then, with a half dozen gasps and pulsations, he unloaded in my mouth. His cum was thick, hot and salty and left a prickle on my tongue when I’d swallowed it. We collapsed on the bed .

There was no conversation. This was a casual fuck. We had nothing in common but the sweat we’d shared. I called a taxi and got dressed . Within an hour I was snuggled in bed with my loving husband nursing a contented feeling of sexual satisfaction.

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Back in 2019 my flatmate moved out and a new guy came in. I was upfront with him about my crossdressing thing. He was OK with it. It didn’t involve him even if, after he moved in, he rolled his eyes when I went out in my femme identity as Sandy and I gave him the courtesy of not bringing men back to the flat. He was volubly heterosexual and I would often listen to the sounds that emanated from his room as he fucked the girls he met at weekends.

Then came Covid. Then came lockdown. We were locked in with each other. And he started to get antsy. He got up, strode around our lounge  as we watched television, then sat back down again. He got angry about stupid stuff  like when I didn’t put the butter away in the fridge. So I decided on a plan. I got dressed in my sluttiest outfit and put on my ‘sweet innocent’ make-up and strode, nervously, into the lounge while he was watching Eastenders.

“What the fuck?” he blurted out. “I can’t take it any more I said. “You need release. Let me give it to you”. “But I’m straight” he stammered. “Yes you are.”I replied. “But I’m not. Right now I’m a girl.” I said as I fell and I got to his knees in front of him. Feverishly I unfastened his pants and reached inside to find his cock. It was big and beautiful. I pulled down his pants and took it out. I licked it, adored it, kissed it and it got harder. “Oh God…this is…” he gasped as I took him in my mouth and sucked it, revelling in the sensations of it moving on my lips and tongue and in the effect my mouth was having on him. I listened to him panting and gasping as his torso began to tremble and his legs began to shake. Then he came in mouth. His cum was salty, thick and there was a lot of it. I swallowed lots but some seeped from my lips and down onto my thighs.

Over the next week he got used to me going around the flat as Sandy. Then, one day, he came into my room. “Look,” he said, “I really need to fuck. Do you…I mean…do you take it up the arse?” A thrill of joy ran through me and I hurried to my bedside table and waved a tube of lube at him and told him to strip. I don’t know if he knew what lube was but I think he got the idea when I slavered it over his cock and got on all fours on my bed, flipped up my skirt then slipped a lubed finger into my neglected arsehole.

“What do I do?” he asked. “See all those times you wanted anal from a girl?” I responded. “Do that.”. I felt his cock at t my ring, that familiar thrill of expectation and discomfort as he stretched it, then that joy as he pushed into my arse. Then he began to fuck me, as he’d fucked those girls he’s brought back. Rhythmically  teasing my anus as he probed deeper..deeper. Then he hit my prostate. I moaned like a girl and he took the hint. I collapsed forward on the bed and he started to fuck me harder, wrapping his arm around my throat as he lay on top of me pounding my tight arse.. Waves and waves of joy built in my stomach and I started to cry out like a sissy slut, “YESS OH GOD YESSSSS”. A wave of pure pleasure filled me and I heard him yell, “OH FUUCK” as he filled me with his hot thick cum.

He got up and went to his room but I felt the after-shocks for  hours

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She was always Mrs Connor to me. She and her husband lived next door to us for as long as I can remember. He had a pretty good job but seemed to work late a lot and I used to talk to her a lot over the garden fence. She was in late thirties when I was a kid and I guess I had a bit of a crush on her when I was about 14.

Anyway. Wind forward five years from that. I was on my Summer break from college. My parents were  out at work and I was out in our garden. Over the fence I saw Mrs Connor lounging on a sunbed in a bikini. She was a curvy mature woman and I felt a small jolt in the crotch area when she beckoned me to join her. She got a deckchair from her garden shed and we sat and chatted over a couple of beers. I can’t remember what the context was. We were joking and stuff. But I called her a ‘cougar’. There was a long pause before she asked, “Is that how you see me? A cougar?” I must have blushed crimson but I stammered, “Well, you are a very attractive woman.”

Hurriedly she took my hand and led me into her kitchen. “Say that again,” she said. “What you just said.” I repeated, “You’re a very attractive woman.” Slowly and softly she put her womanly arms around my waist and tentatively, experimentally, she brought her lips to mine. Soon we were kissing voraciously and our hands were exploring each others’ bodies. At length, with a gasp she said, “My husband and your parents can never know, OK?” I nodded and she led me upstairs to her bedroom.

Once there we kissed again, passionately, our tongues prodding and teasing each other. I felt her hand slip into my pants and stroke my already rock hard cock and she murmured “This feels exactly what I need.” and she chuckled huskily. Soon we were naked and I was grinding myself against her full, fleshy, mature body. She took me to her bed and guided my mouth and hands to her sensitive places; to her nipples; to her round soft belly then down between her fleshy thighs to her already moist pussy. I started licking it - something I had never done with a girl - and exulted in her low moans.

At length I started to move up her body as I had done with the girls I’d been with, but she threw me on my back on the bed. “Oh no, young man. I’m in charge here” she cried as she threw her soft thighs astride me then, guiding the head of my cock to her wet pussy, sank down on me. People say mature women aren’t tight but her cunt gripped my cock in only the way a mature woman can make that happen. She rode me with an erotic urgency that made my heart beat like an enraged machine. My hands clutched at her full matronly tits, pinching her hard nipples between my finger, making her moan more deeply

Her movements became more urgent. She was grinding on my cock when she took one of my hands from her breasts and pushed it between her thighs. “Here” gasped. I felt a ridge that I now know was her clitoris grinding over my knuckles. “OH MY GOD!” she wailed. “OH MY FUCKING GOD!!!”. Her body stiffened and her mature married pussy clutched at my young cock. I felt as if it was stretching, expanding and reaching for her womb as I plunged deep inside her and with a few grateful thrusts emptied into her womb

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My friend Mark had had a difficult year. He had split from his girlfriend and moved house so we invited him for Christmas dinner and decided to make his day special. When he arrived my wife greeted him at the door wearing a Santa hat and a knee-length Santa gown. She kissed him on the cheek and wished him a Happy Christmas then we all went through to the dining room for dinner.

Throughout the meal I noticed that Mark couldn’t resist glancing at my wife’s cleavage as we ate and chatted about old times and how he was getting along. After we had eaten we went through to the lounge and, as we finished off a bottle or two of wine, I couldn’t help but notice him looking at my wife’s breasts and legs, especially when she crossed them and the gown fell away and revealed her thigh. Giggling she winked at me. “I think it’s time your friend unwrapped his present.”

She got up and crossed to the chair where Mark was sitting. She took his hands, drew him to his feet then guided them to the knot of the white sash around her waist. He looked at me questioningly and I nodded my head, a knot of excitement forming in my gut as he unfastened the sash. The robe fell open and his eyes widened as he discovered that beneath it my wife was naked. She shrugged the gown from her shoulders and it fell to the floor. Then she began to unbuckle his belt saying “I think you could do with losing your clothes too.”

Within a minute Mark too was naked and my wife had seated him back down in the chair and knelt between his thighs. Taking his semi-erect member in her hand she stroked it to full hardness. A strain of jealousy mingled with the excitement in my stomach as she said, “Honey, I never guessed your friend had such a nice big cock” then opened her mouth and took the head in. I felt myself getting hard. I watched as my wife’s lips moved on his shaft, heard the gurgling noises of her tongue on his crown and his soft moans as she enthusiastically sucked his cock.

After a few minutes she stopped and turned to me. “Honey,” she said. “I know we said a blow-job but I really want him inside me. Can I fuck him?” The knot in my stomach grew tight as I nodded. “Have fun”. She got to her feet, took his hand and led him to our bedroom. Shortly I began to hear the regular thump-thump-thump of our bed rocking and I pictured my wife astride him, his cock buried in her pussy as she rose and fell on it. I heard her moans and cries growing in pitch and intensity. There was quiet for a moment then the thumping began again. I imagined Mark’s arse rising and falling between my wife’s spread legs, her fingers clutching at the sheets as her cries grew louder. “YES!  OH GOD YES! FUCK ME! FUCK MEEEE!” Silence as I imagined her clinging to him urgently, then an exultant wail of orgasm. A few moments later I heard his voice: “Fuck I’m gonna cum!”, hers: ”Cum inside me!”. A sequence of loud thumps told me he was filling my wife’s womb with his seed.

There was quiet for a few minutes. Then my wife emerged, her hair dishevelled and a sheen of sweat on her skin. “Honey. I guess that was kind of my Christmas present too. Why don’t you come through and get yours?”

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My first time was with an older man. 47 to be exact. He had been my teacher at school and I got on really well with him. I could talk to him about anything - even engage in a little innocent flirting. When I left school I went and hugged him and said I’d stay in touch. A few months later after I’d turned 18 we met for coffee and I got to talking about how my friends were losing their virginity (See? Anything) and how disappointing they found it, “fumbling in alleyways with boys who didn’t know what they were doing”. He hesitated for a moment then said, “How about a nice hotel room with an experienced older man?”

A few days later I got dressed up and told my parents I was going to a party with my friend Stacey and that I would be staying with her. Instead I met my ex-teacher and he drove us to a hotel in a town about thirty miles away. I don’t know what he told his wife - maybe a teacher’s conference. He hadn’t stinted on the hotel. It was up-market with a classy restaurant. At dinner I kept looking around but he said “Don’t worry. Everyone will think we’re father and daughter.” So I relaxed. Apart from the knot of sexual excitement building in my stomach.

We went to our room and he kissed me. I’d kissed boys before but they were usually aggressive. His kiss was slow and sensual, his tongue rolling seductively on mine and his hands caressed my young body and gently undressed me, his experienced touch arousing me in ways I hadn’t expected. 

Once we were both naked he guided me to the soft bed and laid me down. I looked a little nervously at his cock. I had never seen one before and it seemed so big. “Don’t worry” he said and took my hand and wrapped my slender fingers around it,. Stroking it I felt a mixture of pride and desire as it hardened in my hand.

He began teasing my nipples with his experienced mouth and mature fingers, making them hard and drawing gasps from me and then moans as he kissed and licked his way down over my slim stomach to my crotch. My mind whirled I couldn’t imagine any of the boys I knew doing this. His skilled tongue worked at my labia making me writhe as I stroked his grey hair. Then a sudden jolt of pleasure as he found my clitoris. He teased it and lapped at it making me buck and heave until I begged him to fuck me.

Nestling his hips between my spread thighs He brought the head of his cock to my virgin entrance. “Are you ready?” he asked and I nodded. “I can stop if it hurts,” he said. It didn’t. Instead I felt a flood of excitement and pleasure as I felt a man penetrate my pussy for the first time. Slowly, considerately, he pushed deeper, stretching me gently inside until I felt wonderfully full. Then he fucked me. Slowly at first, sensually and deeply. Gradually he built up the pace and I felt the pleasure in my pussy building and swelling as the base of his cock ground on my clit. Wave after wave swelling and rising and growing more and more intense, until, like a cry of joy from my groin to my brain, orgasm broke on me and I clutched his body tight. A few moments later I heard him groan and, with a few deep thrusts, he filled my pussy with its first taste of a man’s cum.

We fucked a couple more times that night and a few more times in the months that followed then we gradually became just friends

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She was nineteen and on work experience from the local college. We’d hit it off well and sometimes our interactions could, I suppose, be considered flirty but I didn’t think anything of it: I’m a respectable married man in my forties with two kids - one younger than her.

I had to drive to a supply depot some forty miles away and she expressed interest in coming with me. She arrived at work the next day in a short wrap-around skirt and a low-cut blouse and I felt some discomfort in my pants as I drove us to the depot, finding it hard too stop glancing at her thighs and cleavage.

At the end  of our visit she made a quick trip to the bathroom before we got back into my car for the return journey. As we travelled she chatted away to me and kept putting her hand on my thigh with the inevitable effect on my crotch. I tried to think about my wife, my kids, how much they mattered to me, but it couldn’t prevent the bulge in my pants becoming more obvious and it couldn’t stop me instinctively glancing at her tits and legs. Then she adjusted herself in her seat and her skirt rose up and I saw that she was not wearing panties.

We were driving along a country road as I tried to gabble “Look, I’m a happily married man.” She smiled and asked “Don’t you ever want to be a little more adventurous?” then she took my hand from the gearstick and guided it to her warm moist pussy. At that moment I was lost. A sign pointed the way to an off-road forest track and I took it.

Once parked we pushed the front seats forward and got in the back. I sat on the back seat as she huddled into the space between my legs. Hurriedly she unfastened my pants and took out my already rigid shaft. Looking me cheekily she asked, “When was the last time your wife did this?” as she took the head of my cock into her mouth and began to suck it hungrily. “Oh God it’s been years I gasped as her moist warm young mouth moved on my manhood.

Getting up she straddled me on the back seat. I unbuttoned her blouse and pressed my face to her pert, firm naked breasts, sucking on her nipples, feeling them harden in my mouth and hearing her gasping in pleasure. .. I felt her soft hand on my cock, guiding the head to her entrance. She let out a low husky moan as she sank down on me. “Tell me. I bet your wife isn’t as tight as me.” “No,” i could only gasp as her tight young pussy gripped my shaft. We fucked wildly and primally, her cries and moans getting, shriller and more intense, the sensations in my cock growing stronger. 

“YES!! OH FUCK YES!!” she wailed into my chest and her young body tightened against me as orgasm ripped through her and her pussy gripped my shaft more tightly. I couldn’t hold back. Wave after wave of intense pleasure rolled from the head of my cock and through my body and wad after wad of my cum filled her pussy. We stayed there gasping for a few minutes until, still breathing heavily, she asked “Does your wife fuck like that?” I shook my head. “We can have more adventures she whispered in my ear. “Next time you can have my arse”

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Unlike me my husband has never liked rock music and now we’re in our forties he is even more staid. When I heard a rock band would be playing at a local bar I put on my favourite ‘rock chick’ gear and left him, rolling his eyes, sitting in his armchair. I admit I felt a little like mutton dressed as lamb but screw him, I thought.

The music was loud and brash, the bass pounding and exciting. I quickly lost the inhibitions of a mature married lady and began dancing with abandon. I found myself dancing with a young guy of maybe eighteen or nineteen. I was bewitched by his hips and his youthful confidence so, when the band began a slow sultry ballad I didn’t object when he put his arms around me and pulled me close. 

I should have pulled away. Instead I started to grind my body against his becoming very aware of the hardening bulge in his pants against my stomach and his hands clutching my arse. He whispered in my ear, “I work here sometimes behind the bar. I know the way to the cellar.”

I followed him and minutes later we were in a dark room among the barrels and other bits and pieces of pub furniture, our tongues lashing each other as I writhed against his firm young body. He lifted my leather miniskirt and I parted my legs for him to slip his hand inside my panties and run his fingers over my pussy. “You’re already wet,” he said, smirking a little. I opened his pants and took out his thick hard cock. “You’re pretty ready too.

Hurriedly I took off my panties and handed them to him. His hands on my full mature arse he lifted me and pinned me to a wall. Wrapping my legs around him I wriggled until I felt the head of his cock engage with my entrance then lowered myself, moaning as I felt him stretch me inside, and his young cock penetrated my married pussy until I felt it at my cervix.

I clutched him as he fucked me, rough and hard, my fingers clawing at his shoulders and back as he thrust into me over and over and over again. My face pressed to his chest I moaned into his black t-shirt, panting as pleasure welled and surged inside me. “Oh GOD OHGODOHGOD” I heard myself moan as a crescendo of joy filled my body and I came on his teenage cock. He continued to fuck me for a few more minutes, filling me with exquisite, almost painful pleasure until with a few triumphant grunts his full young balls emptied into my married womb.

He left and I stood shaking for a moment. He still had my panties so I walked the half-mile, cum dripping down my inner thigh, home to my husband

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The bar near the lorry park is rundown, dark and seedy. Most of the customers are lorry drivers but a few of the local prostitutes are plying their trade and a couple of women, like me, are here for a little excitement at odds with our lives as respectable married ladies. 

I hurry to the women’s toilet. It was once part of a larger mens’ toilet until, a few years ago, they built a thin partition wall to divide it in two. I enter the cubicle that is right next to the partition and, locking the door behind me, I slip off my panties and sit on the toilet. The walls are dirty and there is a smell of stale urine and cheap soap. And there is a hole about 3 inches in diameter in the partition wall.

After a few minutes there is a soft knock. Kneeling I slip two of my fingers through the hole, curling them downward. I withdraw them and they are replaced by a largish, semi-erect cock. It is a little bigger than my husband’s and circumcised.  I feel a flush of pride and excitement as it hardens in my right hand while my left slips between my thighs.

When it is fully erect I take it in my mouth and start to suck it. There is something so abandoned, wild and slutty about sucking an anonymous faceless cock like this. No flirting, or foreplay. No “can I get you a drink?” or “Does your husband know you’re here?”, just the feeling of a thick cock in my mouth, moving on my lips and tongue, the subtle taste of precum on its tip, and my fingers between my thighs teasing my wet pussy.

It starts to swell in my mouth and I feel it begin to throb. I hear gasps through the partition. I suck a little harder and faster until I hear a deep moan and thick, salty, warm semen fills my mouth. It thrills me that I can make this complete stranger cum like this. Some drips from my mouth and falls into my cleavage but most slips down my throat. 

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Her ‘bull’. I guess that’s the word for the man who has been fucking my wife every so often for the last year. She comes home glowing with satisfaction but it’s also somehow relit the fire in our sex life so it is with a mixture of curiosity, excitement and tension that I wait for him to arrive. “He’s here”, she says as she sees his car arrive. “Look, Honey,” she says, “I have to warn you. I’m ‘different’ with him than I with you.”

Answering the door in her sexiest silk lingerie she lets him in. He is big and black, his presence is primal and intensely physical. He nods to me and I sit in a chair as he takes my wife in his strong arms and presses his lips to hers. I feel a knot of arousal and jealousy forming in my stomach as their tongues lash at each other and their hands roam over each other’s bodies.

He turns her so that she is facing me. Her face is filled with lust and need as she grinds her arse against his crotch. His large hands slip beneath her bra as he cups her breasts eliciting deep hungry moans and bringing her nipples to stiff, hard attention. “What do you want” he whispers, loudly enough for me to hear, in her ear. “Your cock”  she answers hungrily. “Take it” he says.

The knot in my stomach tightens as I watch my wife turn and fall to her knees in front of another man, her fingers fumbling excitedly at the fastenings of his pants before pulling them down and revealing his cock. It is thick and black, an inch or so longer than mine, and she begins to make love to it with her mouth, her lips and tongue moving on his hardening shaft until it stands proudly erect . She glances at me before opening her mouth wide and taking his dark head in.

She sucks this other man’s cock for minutes that seem like hours as he grunts with pleasure and tells my wife what a great little cocksucker she is. At length he raises her to her feet then bends her over the settee, her face toward mine. He is behind her, teasing her entrance. “Beg me for it” he grunts and I feel myself becoming intensely aroused as she cries out, “PLEEASE! Please FUCK ME!” He penetrates her and I can’t close me eyes as he sinks deep into my wife’s pussy, every inch of his shaft reflected in my wife’s face.

He fucks her fiercely and primally and the room is filled with the sounds of her moans and cries, of his groin slapping against her and with the musky heady odours of sex. I look on unable to speak or move as another man pounds into my wife’s pussy making her pant and quiver with pleasure. After what seems like forever I can tell she is close. He reaches forward and bunches her hair in his hand, pulling it so that I can see her face. He slaps her arse. “What are you?” he grunts. “A cheap little SLUT” she answers, her breath loud and fast. Another slap on her arse. “Louder!” he commands. “So your husband  can hear.” With a wail she cries  out, “A cheap nasty WHORE”. Her body shakes as wave after wave of orgasm surges through my wife’s body. He withdraws, urges her again to her knees his cock in his hand. Panting he propels his first rope of cum onto my wife’s face and hair then she takes him in her mouth again and she swallows the rest of his seed.

Later he is gone. I sit on the settee. She comes in, showered, cleaned and wearing a red satin nightgown. She sits me and snuggles in close. “You OK?” she asks. I think for a moment then ask. “Do you want me to be more like that?” She smiles. “No!  That’s the point! Sex with you is brilliant. It’s warm and tender and beautiful. He brings out just a part of me that sometimes needs released. You make love to the whole of me. That’s what I really need.” She nuzzles in close and whispers in my ear, “Right now”

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I’ve known him forever, boys growing up a few doors apart and going to school together. He got into sports and became popular with girls. I got into clothes and make-up and became girly. Now I’m looking up at him, his face full of uncertainty. I stroke his crotch, feeling his bulge hardening under my hand. He’s never been with a ‘gurl’ like me but he gasps as I unfasten his pants and take his cock in my soft feminine hand. It’s a nice size with an enticing crown. He shivers with excitement as I run my tongue up his shaft, lapping him to full hardness. My eyes on his I open my red lips and take the head into my mouth.

He moans in pleasure as I suck on his throbbing cock and he removes the rest of his clothing. I leave mine on because I want to be as feminine as I can for him, though I can feel my small dick trying to harden as I fellate him more excitedly.

After a while I get up and kneel on my bed. I take off my panties then I retrieve a bottle of lube from my bedside cabinet and apply some to my asshole. I beckon him to get on the bed with me and lube up his rigid, quivering cock. I get on all fours, lifting my skirt, and he gets behind me. “I’ve never done this…” he begins. “It’s just like with a girl” I answer, as if I knew about that.

I feel the tip of his cock at my tight entrance and I grunt a little as he stretches it but moan with delight as he glides inside me. “Can I… can I cum inside you?” He asks. I laugh. “I’m not likely to get pregnant.” Now he’s fucking me with long slow strokes, getting deeper inside me and waves of pleasure start flowing from my ass-ring. He hits my p-spot and I let out a high-pitched girly moan. He begins to fuck me harder and, as the sensations grow more and more intense I fall forward on the bed clutching the sheets and moaning into them as his cock pounds on my prostate. I feel the pressure and pleasure building and building until orgasm rips through me. As if in the distance I hear him grunting and I feel his cock swelling in my ass before he fills it with his seed. He collapses on top of me, panting in my ear.

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Her family lived next door to us when she and my daughter were growing up. They stayed in contact when her parents moved away and when the time came they went to the same college and became room-mates. She is staying with us over the holiday.

My wife has gone to work and my daughter, I assume, is still in bed when she slips into my room. I am barely awake and struggling to process what is happening as she pulls her nightshirt over her head and climbs, naked, into the bed beside me, her soft young body gliding warmly against my skin. “I’ve thought about this so often,” she whispers huskily in my ear.

“But..but my wife…Amy…” I mumble, thinking of my daughter asleep down the hall.

“She came three times last night. She won’t wake for hours,” she says, her breath hot on my neck and her soft young fingers encircling my hardening cock. Stunned, a dozen questions fill my mind but they are silenced by her lips on mine. Our tongues clash and all my guilt and doubts disappear in a wave of lust as my cock comes to full hardness.

Her soft young thighs straddle my face and I taste her sweet salty juices and lap at her engorged clit making her moan with delight before she moves down my body and I shudder with pleasure as I feel her tight young pussy stretched around my shaft. She rides me passionately and my hands cup her pert young breasts, pinching her hard nipples between my fingers. Her motions become more urgent, her face contorting with delight as she grinds faster and faster on my cock. She falls forward onto me, her body shaking as orgasm rips through her and her pussy pulsates on my shaft. Without thought of possible pregnancy, my wife, my daughter I hold her tight and thrust deep inside her, emptying my balls inside her tight young body.

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My husband and I had talked about it. We have an active sex life and he knows my sexual needs. When his job changed and it meant that he would be away from home for weeks at a time he agreed that I could have sex with other men.

It is one thing to decide this rationally. It is another to meet another man in a bar and let him take me to his home. To feel his hands moving on my body, my breasts, my ass, his tongue rolling on mine, his hot breath on my neck. To let him undress me and take me to his bed. To feel his cock hardening in my hand and to taste the salt of precum as I took it in my mouth. To spread my legs and writhe and gasp as his tongue teased my pussy. To moan hungrily as his thick rigid shaft stretched the walls of my married cunt and cling to his body as he began to fuck me then urge him on as his thrusts grew deeper and more urgent. To straddle him and impale myself on him, riding him with growing lust and need, with wild abandoned animal joy until his cock drove me to euphoric orgasm, then feel it swell inside me as with deep thrusts he filled my married pussy with his cum.

My husband and I had talked about it but this was the reality

And I loved it!