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Posted:Sep 24, 2018 7:10 am
Last Updated:Sep 24, 2018 4:30 pm
I have to confess something. I am an ass aficionado. An expert. I could look at them all day. My husband is the same way. He's not much of a breast man. Don't get me wrong, he does like a nice pair, but he's perfectly content with an A or B cup.

Which is why I'm grateful he loves me.

I love to go to the mall and check out all the asses. Jeans, shorts, skirts. Pencil skirts are a huge turn on for me. I will take my time, get to know them, bring them home to meet my husband.

Seduce them.

She shimmied out of her shorts, revealed a pink thong. You gotta love the person who invented the thong. They should get the Nobel Prize for Eroticism.

She bent over, showed us everything. I thought my husband was going to lose it.

I couldn't wait to rim it.

He beat me to it.
The Matter in Hand
Posted:Sep 23, 2018 6:49 am
Last Updated:Sep 23, 2018 6:49 am
She had him right where she wanted him. She was in control tonight. They took turns. It was her turn.

He leaned against the bench, naked, his erection full and leaking. She stood behind him, caressed his back, his buttocks. She reached between his legs, cupped his balls, fingered his rectum.

She reached around his body, took his cock in her hand, felt him pulse. She knew he was watching her. She stroked him gently, her red nails adding to his visual. He loved it when she did her nails, especially red.

She decided she was going to play with him for as long as he could hold out. Her immediate need was an orgasm. He was her servant.

He served.
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Office Romance
Posted:Sep 22, 2018 6:39 am
Last Updated:Sep 23, 2018 6:42 am
They stood in her office. They had started flirting months ago. It was a large law firm, which made it easier to conceal their affection.

Now they were naked, their clothes in piles on the floor. The black couch invited them to join it, to use it for their lust. Red undergarments, albeit different shades of red, were all that was left.

One smelled lightly of Chanel No. 5. The other wore no scent at all, unless one considered the wetness between her legs.

They kissed, tongues flicking. A hand caressed her lover's breast, pulled lightly at the nipple. It seemed it at taken forever to get to this point. They wanted to savor it.

And they had already decided they would not tell their husbands.

At least, not yet.
Deep Fucking Throat
Posted:Sep 21, 2018 9:37 am
Last Updated:Sep 22, 2018 6:25 am
Every once in a while I run across a photo that takes my breath away, that requires no explanation.

I can't even begin to spin a vignette around this photo.

She has him buried in her mouth.

How does he not come?
Landing Strip
Posted:Sep 20, 2018 8:22 am
Last Updated:Sep 22, 2018 6:24 am
I sat at the edge of the sofa, looked at the couple across from me. I was naked from the waist up, my breasts exposed, my nipples stiff with anticipation.

I was glad they brought me home. Well, she's really the one who brought me home. He was excited, but allowed his wife to choose me, seduce me. She had his cock out now, was stroking his erection.

I wanted to suck it.

I reached down, hooked my thumb into the waistband of my thong. I pulled it out and down, to tease them.

They saw my landing strip. She licked her lips, hiked up her skirt, exposed her own.
Posted:Sep 19, 2018 9:23 am
Last Updated:Sep 20, 2018 8:10 am
The ropes didn't really hurt my wrists. She had tied them in such as way as to be confining without being painful.

I know the image of my arms tied behind my back turned her on. She is such a dirty lover.

I knelt submissively in front of her. She raised her legs, and I lowered my face. My tongue was inside her.

She sighed, allowed me complete access.

Until she came.
Posted:Sep 18, 2018 11:35 am
Last Updated:Sep 19, 2018 9:19 am
Liz grabbed her binoculars, headed to the deck. Peter and I watched her. She claimed she was looking at a cardinal. We were convinced she saw a woodpecker.

Her tee shirt was short and white and tight. Her ass hung out of her black panties. She leaned over ever so slightly.

We watched as Bailey joined her, fingered her, made her almost drop her binoculars.

Peeping Liz.

That was how she got her nickname.

And it turns out the wood pecker she sought was quite small. She should have stuck to Peter.
Sunday, September 16
Posted:Sep 17, 2018 9:04 am
Last Updated:Sep 18, 2018 11:30 am
Her dress was short. Inappropriately short. She really didn't give a fuck. Besides, her shoes matched.

She walked through the mall, the cooled air wafting against her naked snatch.

I must have forgotten to wear underwear again, she thought.

She bent over, turned around, winked at me.

"Are you ready to go home yet, Sweetheart?", I said.

"Not yet, Baby", she said. "We just got here."

Saturday, September 15
Posted:Sep 16, 2018 9:41 am
Last Updated:Sep 16, 2018 9:41 am
I wanted to fuck my husband. I loved sharing him. And he loved sharing me. It's just that tonight, I wanted him to fuck me.

We went to bed shortly after the end of the Iowa game. Liz led Stacy upstairs. He took me to our bed, peeled off my sweater, then my shorts. He went down on me. My orgasm was soft, then hard, then I lay on my back, panting, wanting more.

I took him into my mouth, made sure he was fully erect (he was), then lay on my back. I raised my legs so that he would have full and complete access to me. He knelt between my legs, positioned his cock at my opening.

I begged for him to fuck me.

He didn't disappoint.
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Friday, September 14
Posted:Sep 15, 2018 6:26 am
Last Updated:Sep 15, 2018 6:26 am
We were on the deck when Peter came home. The temperature was in the mid-80s. We wore tank tops, shorts. Peter and Kristen were taking turns leaving early on Friday. It was Peter's turn to close up the office.

I was glad to see him when he walked through the door. I was always glad to see him. He was one of the most positive men I knew. He came out on the deck. He hadn't changed yet, still in his red polo short and navy slacks. He kissed us warmly, his tongue mingling with ours. My cunt was on fire.

"How do you feel about pizza tonight?", he said. "I don't feel much like cooking."

"Perfect", Bailey said.

"I'm going to change my clothes, if one of you will call the pie parlor", he said.

I got, followed him inside, fixed him his favorite drink. He doted on us. It was the least I could do.

He came back out wearing a white tee shirt and khaki shorts. "Are we putting on a show for the delivery person?", he said.

"What do you have in mind?", Liz said.

"I'm feeling particularly naughty", I said.

"So, Stacy, you wouldn't mind wearing a butt plug?", he said.

"That sounds wonderful", I said.

"Go get one", he said. "Strip from the waist down. Bring the lube."

I did as he asked. He kissed me, then led us inside. I knelt on the floor, bent over so that he could insert the plug. The lubricant was cool on my rectum. I could feel the pressure of the plug as it pressed against my anus. Peter worked slowly, and then it was inside.

It felt so fucking good!
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Thursday, September 13
Posted:Sep 14, 2018 11:42 am
Last Updated:Sep 15, 2018 6:01 am
My name is Heidi, and I work with Peter, Bailey, Stacy and Liz. I run the marketing department. Which is really just me.

We used to fuck all the time at the firm. Bailey liked to say it was the workplace for the sexually transparent. And that was the truth. They hired openly horny people. Their only rule was "No Egos!".

We're more discreet these days. It's been a while since Stacy crawled under my desk. And it's been even longer since I did Peter in his office.

We were in the beginning stages of planning for our 2019 marketing campaign and budget. I knew we would have several meetings before we settled on an approach. Kristen, the Office Manager and Peter's #2 had just left. I'd asked her to close the door. This meant one of two things: either I had something deeply personal to share with the boss, or we were going to fuck.

The truth was that I just wanted to give him a blowjob.

Kissing led to undressing. And then I was on my knees, my skirt hiked up over my hips and my blouse on the floor. Bras were optional. I didn't feel like wearing one today. I opened his pants and pulled them down. I could still smell his soap from this morning's shower.

His erection sprang out at me. He was leaking. I licked it off, then pushed his cock into my mouth.

I decided that I needed to do this more often.

After his orgasm, Peter agreed.
Wednesday, September 12
Posted:Sep 13, 2018 6:11 am
Last Updated:Sep 14, 2018 11:30 am
I know it seems like we have this wild life, where we live with Peter and Bailey and it's all sex, all the time. Sometimes it's like that, especially on the weekends.

But usually, we're just like any other family. We go to bed around 10:00, get up in the morning, get ready for work, work hard, come home, make dinner, watch stupid tv.


Except we take turns sleeping with each other. Variety being the spice of life and all that.

It was my turn to sleep with Liz. Bailey took Peter to bed, which means she was getting all the cock she could stand.

We slept naked. It was warm for September. I lay on the bed, watching Liz brush her teeth and hair. Watching her get undressed.

I was wet.

She noticed. Took advantage of it.

I lay back, let her fuck me with her mouth and fingers.

Until it was her turn.
Tuesday, September 11
Posted:Sep 12, 2018 6:56 am
Last Updated:Sep 13, 2018 5:54 am
They didn't have to love me through my divorce. They didn't have to let me move in with them. Peter didn't have to give me a job at his firm, even though I'd been a housewife for 20 years with no transferable skills.

But they did.

When I asked them why they did it, they said it was because they loved me.

They loved me.


I sat on Peter's face. Bailey was opposite us. Peter was fucking her. Stacy was at yoga. We would take care of her when she got home. Peter's tongue was working my clit, then it was inside me.

And inside my rectum. I was very turned on. I came.

I leaned down, licked Bailey clit while she fucked her husband. I pulled his cock out of her, wrapped my mouth around it.

He tasted like pussy.

And then I tasted like semen. I would have shared it with Stacy. Her loss.

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