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Housewifes Tale

Hi readers, this is my first time posting and it may be my last, but my life has changed over the past few years and I’m looking for an outlet for some memories. (I guess I am also looking for a way to replay them in my mind!) So here goes . this will be written as a letter from me to you.

First off I need to tell you a bit about me, not who I am today but who I was for the 7 years I spent chasing higher education. I had come from a small high school, where I did not deserve the reputation that I was given. The truth is, I fell in love and pursued those feelings. The trouble was that I fell for a boy with an inferiority complex (undeserved) who needed to act like a big man around his friends. Anyway, he talked and I paid the social cost. These things happen.

But they were not going to happen to me while I was in school. I am a fairly driven person and I had planned on competing in athletics, graduating near or at the top of my class, and getting accepted to a graduate program. A serious boyfriend would make this impossible by taking up time, making it difficult to apply to distant programs, and all the rest. So, no boys for me. No problem, right?

Wrong. It was easy for a while but eventually I missed the feeling of being on a date, of being held, of all of that. Well I was (and am) stubborn, so I hatched my own little plan that wouldn’t force me to go back on the promise that I had made to myself. Please don’t think poorly of me, but I decided to answer a few of those free adult Internet ads just for the attention.
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Christmas Post Party Bang

Kim and I were married in our early twenties, and by no means was she experienced in any way sexually, having been intimate with only me. In most ways it was great because she’d learned sex exactly the way I liked it. Still, I’d always thought she had a terrifically hot bod, and was pleased when I caught someone else taking notice of her charms. Deep down inside I always thought it would be hot to watch someone bury their bone deep inside her, and bring out the slut in my faithfully hot little housewife. Also I wondered if she’d ever thought about what it would be like, but of course she wouldn’t ever admit to something like that.

Kim is about 5’3 with long dark curly hair, big brown eyes, and a smile that’d warm the cockles of your heart. It’s the rest of her body that warms most everything else. Despite her Italian heritage, she has the milkiest white skin, with huge perfect melon shaped tits. Rounding it all, she has killer thighs and just a great shape. I love it when she wears her boy shorts, or simply cutoffs with a tank top. Then again so does most all the guys I know.

Anyway, during the first year of our marriage, we decided to make as many Christmas parties as we could that season, mostly my friends, and of course the company parties. It was after her company Christmas party that our life changing event took place.
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The Wifes A Beach

Caroline loves to display herself on beaches, but won’t admit it. “Not another nude beach. I don’t think I could stand being perved at,” she said peevishly.

“Come on, darling. It won’t be too bad I promise.”

We set off down the track in the cane fields of Kauai. It was a beautiful sunny day, and she soon forgot her qualms. As usual, she had no bra on – no bikini top either, as we knew it was a nude beach. As a walked behind her, I massaged her tits, and then started unbuttoning her short. The lack of resistance told me she was already aroused, and soon she was parading down the track with her shirt open and her breasts swinging freely.

After ten minutes or so the track narrowed and descended to the beach through some ironwoods, a beautiful crescent shaped bay with white sand and wild surf, with no development in sight. There were two couples already there, both naked, plus the usual collection of gay men that seem to frequent these places. There were lots of nooks in the bushes, but the best ones were occupied by the gays. We couples had to content ourselves with the open beach. Both the others seemed to be enjoying themselves but looked shy.
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The Tits Next Door

I lived in an apartment complex in Los Angeles for several years. There was a woman who had moved in next door to me about four months ago, during the winter. I didn’t know a whole lot about her, since I worked at night.

I had never seen anyone else at her place, so I figured that she must live alone. I didn’t really care, either. I had been divorced for about five years, and didn’t really want to get involved with a female. I was content to rent an occasional big-tit video and beat my meat, watching the enormous melons on my television screen get covered by some enormous dick shooting cum all over them.

It was a Saturday afternoon, and it was my day off. I slept strange hours, and I seldom had any visitors. I was flipping the channels on the TV, looking for some tits on one of the cable channels, when there was a knock on the door.

I wasn’t wearing a shirt, and had on only a pair of loose shorts. I went to the door and pulled it open a crack. There stood my neighbor, in a short bath robe.
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Watching Them

Friday, I took a day off to lay in the sun. I live on the second story of an apartment complex. We all have small sun decks, hanging over the side of the apartment, a glass door takes you to the deck. There is a 5 foot tall wooden wall that seperates your deck, with you next door neighbors.

I was laying on my beach chair, when I heard my next door neighbor come out on his side. He is a single guy like me, but I could hear him talking to someone. There is a small knot hole in one of the boards that make up the wall between us. As I peeked over at him, I saw that he had a very pretty lady with him. The two of them sat in the chairs and where drinking cool drinks as they chatted with each other.

After maybe 15 minutes of talk, I was about asleep myself, I noticed things had got quiet over there.

I took another peek through the knot hole, they where making out!
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Making Candles Threesome

I couldn’t have predicted what was to happen, there was no warning. My two friends, Bob and Anna, had introduced me to Nancy and Sandy the previous week while I was helping to make some bookcases. They were pretty, but didn’t impress.

Nancy surprised me with her call, asking to come over so we could make candles after I finished my evening work. I baked bread at the time, you see, so I could pay for those little extras that made a college education fulfilling, like dope and gas money. I’d bake 100 or so loaves a night while studying. Making bread involves a lot of waiting around for yeast to rise. I think sex is a little like that, too, except for the waiting. Nancy’s call was a surprise because I didn’t think she was any more impressed with me than I was with her and her friend. But what the hell, the approach was unique and, besides, I figured candlemaking might be fun.

Does this sound corny to you, my friend? I mean it’s twenty years later, the times are different and we don’t do those things anymore but, really, nobody’d think it wierd to have two girls over to make candles twenty years ago. Now it sounds like a ridiculous come on. Then, it was normal. When I mentioned to some of folks that Bob and Anna’s friends were coming to make candles tonight, nobody blinked, nobody got sarcastic, nobody cared. It was normal.

They showed up at nine, Nancy in jeans and a check shirt, Sandy in virgin polyester. They took over the front room and started cooking paraffin, taking out boxes of equipment, dyes and things. I quickly realized I had no interest whatsoever in paraffin, dyes or candles. Nancy, on the other hand, was more and more intriguing. Somehow, our bodies made contact a little more often than statistics would predict. Her tits would brush, accidentally, on my arm as she turned. She backed her ass against me as I was pretending to be interested in melting candlewax, and then did it again, without arousing Sandy’s suspicion as far as I could see.
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Ride In the Country

It’s been close to a year since I met Tiffany. Our meeting was rather bizarre (ain’t it amazing what Greyhound can do for your sex life?) and we’d done some rather strange things with each other (like a different kind of synchronized swimming) so we decided to actually start dating. We decided that it would be a somewhat non-exclusive relationship but we wound up seeing each other more than other people.

She called me one afternoon. It was the day after my birth- day and she wanted to do something. I suggested a trip to Niagara Falls. It is one of my favorite places to go. She agreed and said she’d be over in about 10 minutes.

I got dressed and stepped out onto my porch to wait for her. It was positively beautiful outside. The temperature was about 72 degrees with light, cool breeze. Figuring it would be colder by the water, I went inside and got my wind breaker, slung it over my shoulder, and resumed my position on the porch.

She pulled up a few minutes later in her bright red 1990 Oldsmobile Cutlass Supreme. I hopped in, we exchanged the preliminary tonsil hockey-style kiss and we were off like prom dresses.
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Terms Of Probation

I am 21 years old and have been married a little over two years. I’m blonde, blue-eyed, 5’6″ tall, and my measurements are 36-22-34. My husband, Scott, is a “10” in any woman’s book, but he has a serious problem – he can’t handle drinking. That’s how I became involved in my current situation.

Every time Scott drinks, he gets into fights, and because of this, he has been arrested on several occasions. The last time he went to court, the judge placed him on a supervised probation, warning Scott that the next time he was arrested, he would be facing serious jail time.

Well, Scott refuses to go anywhere for professional help with his problem, and sure enough, he got in trouble, again. We went out to dinner and of course, Scott couldn’t stop with one beer. I couldn’t stop him, and before I could get him out of the restaurant, he went over to a table where four guys were sitting and proceeded to punch two of them before he could be restrained.

Someone had called the police and they arrived shortly after the fighting stopped and questioned everybody involved. I went up to one of the guys my husband had hit and begged him not to press charges against Scott, telling him he was already on probation and I didn’t want him to go to jail. The guy’s name was Mark, and he walked me off to the side a little and said the only way he wouldn’t press charges was if I would put out for him and his friends. Seeing little choice in the matter, and wanting to get Scott home before he punched somebody else, I agreed to Mark’s blackmail. Mark talked to his three friends, and they told the police that they wanted to talk the matter over with their lawyer, before they proceeded. The police agreed and escorted Scott into our car with a warning. So, now I knew I was going to have to put out or else risk the possibility of Scott going to jail. Before I left, Mark got my address and then surprised me by saying that he would be by around nine in the morning.
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My Wife in The Back Seat

This is a true account of an event that my wife and I shared a few years back. My wife and I had been married about 16 years at this point. We had often discussed my desire to watch her fucking and sucking other men. Over the years there have been some opportunities but nothing ever materialized. At least not up until the story that I’m about to relay.

My wife was 32 at the time. She was attractive then and I must say that she is more attractive now. She is about 5’6” and 125 pounds, very nice and suckable breasts with large nipples, smooth white thighs that lead to a very sweet and moist pussy, and a small cute ass. She’s very talented in the bedroom. An excellent cocksucker and the biggest turn on is watching her getting herself so hot as she sucks a hard cock. It always makes her cunt so wet.

One evening we ended up at a nightclub called JW’s. We often went there so my wife could dance the night away and for me, to watch her with other men. In the previous times that we went there she was often hit on by both Black and White men. Like I said before she never acted. Although there was one time that she got picked up by two sailors and as soon as they found that she was married, they chickened out.
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Marks Sister Michelle

My buddy Mark and I have been friends for a long time. We’ve been thru a lot together, and have done a lot. Up till last Saturday, though, I wouldn’t have believed what happened could happen. I started going out with his sister Michelle about five months ago. His Dad Married her Mom about twenty years ago, and they became brother and sister that way, when he was 14 and she was 10. Mark’s 34 now, and I am 32.

Ever since I had known Michelle, she was a total slut. But she had a nice body on her, straight blonde hair and large tits. I decided I wanted a crack at Michelle, so I began turning up the charm whenever she was around, and eventually, we got together. Michelle is great as a fuck-mate, cuz she will do so much more than other women. I don’t know if it comes from the fucked-up life she had with her Mom before she married Mark’s dad or what, but she just looks like the kind of girl you wanna treat with disrespect. I have taken pictures of Michelle, in different outfits, and doing things like sucking my knob, or fingering herself. And we have sometimes watched pornos together and re-enacted what was on the screen.

Anyway, since her brother Mark and I have been buddies longer than I have known her, Mark still comes over to my apartment a lot, whether Michelle is there with me or not. Sometimes he sleeps over too. I remember one morning when Michelle came out to the living room wearing only her robe, her white cotton panties, and a beat-up old white tanktop. Her top was showing a lot of cleavage, which both me and Mark could see while we ate breakfast to try and get rid of the hangover we worked up the night before. Mark says to her, “Hey, Michelle—show us your tits, eh?” Michelle told him to fuck off, and called him a pervert, but later when she took off the robe and put on clothes for the day, she wore the very same top, with a pair of faded denim cutoffs. Man, her tits were very visible, hanging there in her old white tanktop! You could practically see the entire shape of her tits, as if she had shown Mark her knockers. I let her wear it, since I liked the way her tits looked in them, too, and who cares if her brother got a look at ‘em too, right? I was the one who got to feel them. I remember really wanting to fuck Michelle that afternoon. I got her while she was in the bathroom, putting on make-up. I began to run my hand up in between her tits, under her shirt, feeling them up royally, and kissing her face and mouth. I ended up pulling her shorts down, pulling her tanktop up, and fucking her on the bathroom carpet, while her brother watched Star Trek: The Next Generation out in my living room.
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