Month: March 2011

Poker Night For Heather

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Let me tell you about my sexxxxxy wife Heather. Everyone calls her RM now and she Loves it, ever since the new change in her (it stands for rear motion). Heather was a very conservative girl missionary style, straight dresser, conservative clothes, you know a goody-goody girl. Well now she is an even “BETTER” girl.

I have always wanted to see her expose her body to other guys and to watch them get horny and want her I also wanted to see her let them feel her up. I tried to get her to dress sexy when we went out but sometimes was lucky to get a short skirt or occasionally no Bra. RM is 26 5’6″ 36-26-37 her beautiful legs and magnificent breasts are a pleasure and turn many a head even covered. But most of all I wanted to see her let several guys FUCK the hell out of her at the same time while I watched.

I talked to her during sex and she always seemed more turned on when I brought this topic up. She agreed to pretend with me and role play that she was the server at a poker game with other men there and wear a see thru blouse no bra and short skirt with sheer pink panties. Several weeks went by and I watched my pretty wife pretend I was a stranger and how she would seduce me, bending over real low with her tits in plain view her skirt hiked up over her ass. OH how I longed for other guys to see her and touch her.
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Watching My Wife Get Wild

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My wife and I visit our local strip club a couple of times a year. She usually has a couple glasses of wine and gets a few table dances and we leave. Last Saturday however was different. After the first dance she went to the restroom, and came back without her panties. her pussy was soaking wet and swollen.

She had a couple more glasses of wine and arranged for a table dance from a busty brunette named Savannah. As Savannah started dancing my wife was letting her dress ride up her thighs exposing her dripping wet pussy to Savannah and a man at the table next to us. when the song was over Savannah sat with us for a drink the whole while my wife’s eyes were locked on this handsome stranger at the table next to us. She would scoot her chair so he could see right up he dress, while she worked her fingers in and out of her swollen lips.

Shocked as I was I was also very turned on, so i asked her what was up. She told me if it was alright with me she would like to suck his cock while I watched. We had talked about things like this before, but only in our bedroom. I never thought anything would really happen. I told her I was ok with it and that i would go to the restroom, and she could invite him over if she wanted.
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At The Window

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As he walked into the living room of their second floor apartment fresh from his morning shower, he saw her bent at the waist and leaning out the open window, apparently talking to Mrs. Smith, the landlady who usually sat downstairs on a lawn chair in the front yard watching the world go by. The curtains were closed and only her bottom half emerged from between them. She was wearing one of her ratty old sweatpants and stood leaning on one leg, with her hips off to the side, one cheek a little higher than the other.

At that exact moment, the way the thick cloth draped and accented the shape of her ass looked very good to him. He thought about how she had looked earlier, walking around the apartment in his old, oversize sweatshirt. Obviously braless underneath, he had enjoyed the gentle swaying of her breasts pushing against the fabric as she moved about.

Without really thinking about it, he walked over to where she was, stood behind her, pulled the window down as far as he could without hurting her, and locked it in position with the anti-burglar lock. She was a little startled, but Mrs. Smith was still talking, so she acted as if nothing was happening. She felt him grab her hips and grind his crotch into her ass. Out of the corner of her mouth, through clenched teeth, so Mrs. Smith would think she was still paying attention, she whispered, “What the hell are you doing?”

“Whatever I want,” he said, and she felt him pull away and begin ripping the sweatpants down the seam at the back.
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