Month: January 2015

Hot Tub Party

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It was just a normal night out. I night filled with drinking and dancing and socializing. Little did I know that it had been worth my while to wear the nice black lace bra and panties that my lover had bought for me as he had quite the night planned out for me. I didn’t have a clue.

As the night wore on I became tipsier and flirtier. I was shamelessly flirting with most of my lover’s friends until one of them half jokingly said if I didn’t stop teasing, he would follow me up on my innuendoes. I laughed him off telling him only in his wildest, hottest, steamiest fantasies. He just gave me a look that melted my pussy and made my knees weak. If I had known at that time what they had planned and what lay in store for me, I would have acted on that right then and there.

It was time to leave the bar as it was almost closing time. The guys had decided to go back to John’s to drink more beer and order pizza. I was game. I was also wishing for some lounge wear if we were hanging around. Bar clothes are great for being out, but not for hanging out. John assured me he would definitely make me comfortable when we got to his house.

The cars pulled up to the house and we all piled out. I realized that my sweet and darling lover was not in the first to cars that were at the house, he was in the beer run vehicle. I didn’t think anything of it. We headed in and as I explored the house, I discovered John was holding out on us, as there was a hot tub in the back. I gleefully cried out ‘Hot Tub Party’ and we all headed out the back. Now when you take a bunch of good-looking mid-20 early 30-year-olds add alcohol and mix in a hot tub, things can get very interesting.

I wasn’t even thinking about Jake’s early threats of revenge, I was just concerned with relaxing in the tub and having some laughs and a few more drinks. That is until I felt a hand on my thigh. Above the water, you wouldn’t know what was happening, and beneath the concealment of the bubbles and darkness of the back yard I started to receive some caresses which were working their way up my thigh. I was hiding that there was anything goin on uder the water, continuing the conversation with Mark who was on my other side. I finally realized that it wasn’t my lover beside but his buddy Jake. He whispered that the revenge had just begun. I realized that during my intense conversation that the other girls had disappeared into the house with their respective guys and that it was only Mark, Dave and Jake in the tub with me.
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My Wife and Her Sister

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My wife, Susan, is five feet, one inch tall, under a hundred pounds — a tiny lady. She is a beautiful, red-haired, green-eyed, sexy, young woman. She has great legs, a tight, round ass, and the biggest tits imaginable on such a petite frame. They don’t sag and look positively mouthwatering without a bra.
I love Susan very much and respect her as a person, but I have to admit that what first caught my eye were these huge, firm 34-D’s on such a tiny girl. We’ve been married a little over five years, and have had a great marriage — until now. Susan has a much older sister, Linda, who looks completely different from Susan.

Linda is tall and skinny (not thin — skinny), probably 5’10” or 5’11”, with no ass or tits. Anyway, Linda is a very successful realtor living in San Diego, and we hadn’t seen her since our wedding day. We exchanged Christmas cards and photos, and the sisters called each other, but that was it, until last month. I don’t get to travel as often as I used to (damned FAX machines!), so when I was assigned a trip to San Diego, I called Susan right away and suggested she join me so she could visit her sister.

Susan wanted to surprise Linda so we didn’t announce our arrival, and instead, we just drove to her house, walked up to the front door, and rang the bell. There was no answer. Susan suggested we look around back in case Linda was in the pool or gardening. As we approached the high privacy fence around the pool area, we heard voices.

Both Susan and I pushed our faces close to the fence and peeked between the redwood slats. I had never seen anything like it in my life! Linda was face down on several towels, on her knees with her ass high in the air, while this tan, young guy was ramming in and out of her cunt with the biggest cock I have ever seen on a man — and it wasn’t just long, it was thick, too. And that’s when all my troubles began! Watching Susan’s reaction to the sight before us, I could see that she was completely turned-on. A virgin when we married, she had often told me that my normal six-inch cock was perfect and that even it stretched her tight cunt at times.

I’m sure she had never even imagined a cock the size of the one plowing into her sister. I have seen more than a few x-rated videos, and the cock I was watching was bigger than any I had ever seen, even on the famous professional stars. I felt major male insecurities at that moment. I saw that this wasn’t the right time to disturb Linda and her friend and I pulled Susan away from the fence. We returned to the rental car and waited about an hour.

Later, when Linda opened the door to our knock, the two sisters had a happy, tear-filled reunion and we met Jason, the guy now living with Linda. At 20 years old, Jason was 21 years Linda’s junior, and was almost five years younger than Susan and I. He was muscle- beefy, tanned, and blonde — the perfect California stud. Over dinner, we found out that Jason had been Linda’s pool maintenance boy before he moved in with her. Linda insisted that Susan and I stay with her and Jason, so after dinner we collected our things from the hotel and drove back out to Linda’s house.
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Thigh Highs

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Funny how you have flash-backs at strange times. I was trying to recover from an incredibly hot orgasm and all I could think of was more! more!

My panties were gone, my legs were sweaty and trembling, but I was insatiable. This night was far from over that much was sure.

As I sat and contemplated my next move, my mind drifted back to my high school days. It was just after my 18th birthday and my mom had arranged for me to babysit for the couple next door. I didn’t mind at all, I actually liked Rob and Sharon. I even liked their kids. But I especially liked Rob.

Rob and Sharon were in their early thirties, well built, both worked out all the time. I must admit I used to fantasize about Rob. I dreamed of him taking me by force, holding me down, ripping my panties away and having his way with me. I often watched him do yard work, hoping he would shed his shirt just to get a glimpse of his mountainous chest.

I guess I felt such fantasy was safe because I knew it would never happen. It was just a school girl crush, but it was still enjoyable. It made me wet and horny enough to get me through many a lonely night of fingering myself into fantastic release.

This day would be no different. I was to drive over to their house after church on Sunday, watch the kids for a few hours while they went to some social thing. No big deal.

Maybe subconsciously that was the reason I dressed the way I did, I’ll never know. It was just fun to dress up when Rob was around. When I was alone in their house I would sometimes pretend he was married to me… imagining all the things I would do to that body when he got home from work… all the places his tongue would explore as he tasted every inch of my young, tanned, submissive body.

I remember, because it was the first time I ever wore thigh highs. Smooth, silky, cream-colored thigh highs with that sexy, lacy, rubbery grip top. They felt so erotic when I put them on… and the matching creamy lace thong was just perfect. Just looking at them in the mirror made me want to play with myself, but I had no time for that. Still, I felt so sexy in church I just kept crossing and uncrossing my legs so I could hear that delicious swishing sound.

I could feel the eyes of all the young guys staring at me, even the married ones. Once I even thought I caught the minister trying to get a glimpse up my dress, and that just made it worse. It only served to fan the voyeuristic fire that was burning deep within my panties.

Finally the service was over and I headed over to meet up with the kids. When I got there, Rob emerged from the bedroom in a short muscle shirt and skin-tight work-out pants. He said Sharon had been at her mother’s house for the weekend, and would be a couple of hours late.

I started to go home, but he said to hang out there and wait, no sense making another trip. His deep voice made my heart skip, he was so insistent that I stay. My fantasy began to take shape again, there we were, the perfect little married couple, home alone on Sunday afternoon.
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