Webcam Fun

Matt was a pretty cool guy. I had chatted with him online for over a year now, and due to the distance between us we hadn’t met each other yet. He was a computer tech based out of Silicon Valley, and I was an Administrative Assistant living in Florida. However, that was all about to change.

Matt had it all. He was smart, good looking, funny, and a good friend. Our chats had started out completely innocent. Mostly stuff like ‘how was your day’, and, ‘ what do you like to do for fun’. As months passed by, though, our chats became more serious. We had discussed everything from what we want in life to how many kids we’d want to have. Also, around this time, our chats got a little more risqué. We began exchanging fantasies and having cybersex.

We had done everything that people do when they first chat. Exchanging pics back and forth. As in our chats, the intial pics were purely innocent. Pics of us with our friends, at the beach, of us with our families. Normal stuff. However, just like with our chats, our pics became less and less innocent. From me in my lingerie, and him in his boxer briefs…to nothing at all. We eventually got to the point where we would specify how we wanted each other to be positioned in the pics we were taking.

About a month into our chatting, we had both decided to purchase a webcam. Unlike the chatting and the pics, this didn’t start off innocent. We knew exactly why we’d each purchased the cams, and what we wanted to do. I told him for my first inital act, I’d like to perform a striptease for him. I told him the song I was planning on stripping to, and how we could, through online microphones, be able to hear each other while performed.
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Her Wicked Past

My name is Jason and I’m 34 years old and I am married to a wonderful woman named Beth. We have been married for 3 years and everything has been wonderful. Beth is 5’7” inches tall, has brown hair, gorgeous brown eyes, and great soft skin. She’s very thin and has a small cute chest, but has a killer ass. I mean killer. In fact shortly after I met her, she revealed to me that she was in a Playboy college girls issue. And after a few dates she finally showed it to me (her ass and the issue!). Although she seemed to be pretty open and honest about herself throughout our dating and since our wedding, I’ve always avoiding discussing her college days with her, the Playboy shoot, and her past. We get along great though and I felt like at least I could tell her anything.

Her college was having a reunion weekend so we drove there for the weekend. It was at a hotel on her campus and all of the other people attending stayed there too. The reunion was fun, we got there Friday night and there were tons of functions scheduled for the different classes that were there and she introduced me to a lot of her old sorority friends on the first night, a few of which were very very hot.

We walked around campus and hung out on Saturday with her old roommate and friend Diane and her husband Thomas, who both graduated with my wife. There were really cool people and I hit it off well with Thomas while my wife gabbed away with Diane. We went into a clothing store that the girls wanted to go into and Thomas and I waited and chatted while the girls tried on clothes. I was talking to Thomas about all of them in their college days and wasn’t really paying attention to the girls until Beth stepped out of the dressing room to look in the mirror. I think mine and Thomas’s heart’s stopped. Beth was wearing the tightest and smallest pair of white cotton shorts I’ve ever seen. They didn’t even completely cover the bottom of her ass cheeks, and her long tan legs came out of them and contrasted with the white. The name of her school was written across the back in black block letters.

“Holy shit” I said out loud without even realizing it.

I looked at Thomas who had an ear to ear grin across his face.

He said “Now that’s the ass I remember!” under his breath.

He then came back down to earth it seemed and realized that he was talking to her husband, and started apologizing.

“Oh man, sorry, I didn’t mean to say that, its just…” he stammered trying to take both of his feet out of his mouth.

“It’s ok” I said half giggling, “I understand, I know better than anybody that she does have a great butt.”

Thomas responded under his breath again “I’m not sure better then anybody” He said it more as a wisecrack than anything and I figured he meant it in a harmless way.
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Cindy Goes Shopping

“Oh, this is kinda cute!” Cindy said, holding up a dress. The dress was vinyl. It had vinyl straps holding up a top that was cut low across the front. It was short. And the front was connected to the back by 3 one-inch vinyl strips on each side. The strips separated the two halves by about six inches, leaving a wide expanse of skin to be seen. It was slightly narrower at the waist than at the top and bottom, allowing the chance of a glimpse of breast at the top, and who knows what at the bottom.

“Yep, it sure is.” I replied. “I think you should try that one on.”

“I’ll think about it.” She said, noting its position on the floor.

We were in an adult shop, stopping in late after a bit of a night on the town.

I thought the dress would be just about the right length – very short – and I liked the other features as well.

As was customary, when we walked into the shop to look around, Cindy had headed straight for the clothing. I had scoped the place out a bit. It had the counter in the middle of the store, with the clothing racks on one side, the leather and toy stuff along with the dressing rooms on the other side, and in the back were long shelves of movies for rent and for sale. There were perhaps 6 or 7 men roaming in the racks, searching for the movie that looked just right. The clerk was a youngish man, who looked bored when we walked through the door, but who seemed to perk up when he got a good look at Cindy.
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Joe and Me

My husband and I had been fantasizing about me having sex with a client of his. It was brought up basically in jest, but we talked more and more about it as time went on, and it eventually became a favorite fantasy of ours. Well, one day my husband had a prospective client in his office, and the client (whose name is Joe) looked at a picture of me my husband has on his desk and remarked on how lucky he was to have such a beautiful wife (as the author of this story, I can refer to myself however I want!).

My husband agreed with him, and asked him if he wanted to see a better picture. Naturally Joe said yes, and my husband showed him a more revealing picture that he has of me. I’m coming up out of a pool, wearing a white one-piece swimming suit. Thanks to the water, the suit left very little to the imagination. When Joe expressed his appreciation, my husband took the bold step of asking him if he’d like to have sex with me!

So that’s basically the background. I’m sitting at home when my husband calls and asks me if I’d like to join him and Joe for dinner. He asks me if I remember what our favorite fantasy has been, and if I’d really be willing to go through with it. I remember being shocked that HE was willing to go through with it, but I was basically aroused by the whole idea of it. So he told me to put on something sexy and meet them at the restaurant.

I quickly jumped in the shower to get ready. Yes, my hands did wander as I got all soaped up and thought about what I was about to do, but I didn’t really masturbate all the way to a climax. I was just sort of moving around in a heightened state of arousal. I put on a pair of thong panties, a very revealing bra (to accentuate my firm, 36C breasts), stockings, garters, a tight black skirt, 3″ heels, and a very tight gold top. The top was high cut, but so tight that it just molded around my breasts. And I was so aroused that it was very easy to see my nipples through the shirt. I knew I would be turning some heads. Finishing with some make-up, I was out the door to meet the boys.

As I drove, I was wondering what the client would look like. In our fantasies, he had naturally been an incredibly studly guy. When I found the two of them at the bar, it was quite the opposite. Joe was about 45, balding, and really quite overweight. But I was committed at this point, and as I walked up to meet them I could feel his eyes surveying my body, which did have the effect of increasing my arousal despite the way he looked. I had a drink with them at the bar (okay, I had about 3 drinks actually, figuring I’d need to be a little drunk to really go through with this – but who’s counting?). It was actually sort of fun flirting with him and making my husband squirm, and I made sure to do a lot of touching him, both with my hands and brush-ups against my chest. My horniness was increasing.
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Fun With David

My story started when my wife, Bonnie, and I, began to bring our individual fantasies into our lovemaking. Our sex life had become routine, so this was a way to enhance, as well as vary, our sexual relationship. I, like so many other men, get very turned on with the idea of sharing Bonnie with someone else, male or female, so I was usually the instigator of these fantasy sessions.

Bonnie is about 5‘3“, has very sexy, though average sized tits, and has an ass to die for. Though having given birth to 2 kids, she still looks as hot as ever to be 40 years old. Being the conservative wife when it came to sex, she was usually a willing participant, but most of the time it took some coaxing on my part to get her into the fantasy games. It was almost humorous at times, how she’d deny being interested in actually going through with our fantasies, but while we acted them out, she became insatiable. She seemed to especially enjoy fantasizing about fucking a stranger while I joined in. During sex, Bonnie loves to use a vibrator or dildo while sucking my cock, so it’s a pretty good indication of what her true desires really are; though she refuses to admit it. Often, as we are making love, I ask Bonnie if she would fuck a stranger if he walked in the room right then. Most of the time, she would say “no“, that it was only a fantasy, but sometimes, when she was really turned on, she would say “yes“.

So, it was with this little tidbit of knowledge, that I set about hatching my plan. I knew it would be a huge risk, but regardless of the outcome, I knew our love for each other would remain steadfast. Our kids had made plans for the upcoming weekend, so I knew Friday night was wide open.

My plan was to blindfold Bonnie, tie her to the bed, and bring a “stranger“ into the bedroom. Bonnie usually enjoyed the helplessness of being tied up during sex, but the blindfold was certainly going to be an obstacle, as Bonnie is very claustrophobic. I would just have to figure out a way to make her give in.

We live in a fairly small community, so the means of finding a stranger, such as an escort service would provide, was out of the question, and I was hesitant to pick up just anyone to take part. The only solution was to bring a friend, and I knew just who it should be.
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Neighbors Wife

I just witnessed a very hot lady fuck a roomful of guys and had to tell about it. I am 45 years old and live in a medium size city located in the western United States. This is pretty conservative territory, so I have never had the opportunity to participate in any wife swapping parties or orgies. I have heard rumors of a few, but that is about it. I am happily married to a great woman, Jane, who loves sex as much as I do and as far as I know she is also satisfied with our marriage.

Our next door neighbors are not so lucky. Bill and Shelly are in their late-twenties and have had a pretty stormy relationship since moving in three years ago. This is the second marriage for both of them. They have been separated a couple of times that I know of, but always end up back together. Shelly is a hot number with nice tits and a full round ass. She looks like she is made for fucking but Bill always acts like his sex life is only average. Bill is a great guy who likes to hunt and fish and is gone most weekends enjoying his recreation. His being gone seems to contribute to the stress in his marriage.

It was a hot Saturday and I had committed to Jane that I would build a patio and rock fireplace in our back yard while she was out of town with one of our sons at a basketball camp. A few of my friends had volunteered to help. As the day wore on, it got hotter and hotter. About the time we were all ready for a break, one of the guys reported that my neighbor was laying in the sun in a very small bathing suit and encouraged us to take a look. I felt like a dumb shit spying on my neighbor, but I had seen Shelly’s ass before in a bathing suit and it was truly worth seeing. Well, we were too loud and Shelly saw what we were doing. She rolled over on her back and raised up. There were four or five of us staring at her through the fence and I am sure she could make us out.

She yelled “enjoying the view!” I was totally embarrassed and yelled out an apology. To my surprise, Shelly got up and walked over to the fence and told us it was perfectly alright. She said she enjoyed having men admire her body. She was wearing a white thong two piece suit which left little to the imagination. Her nipples were sticking out and I swear I could see the outline of her cunt through the bottoms. I apologized again and we retreated. For the rest of the afternoon, all the guys could talk about was Shelly.
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The Hot Spot

I am a 26 year old marketing consultant who works in New York City and lives in the suburbs. I have always done very well for myself with women, I am “boyishly” good looking, very well built, and what some call a smooth talker . I have charmed many a woman into bed, but, The experience that I had a few weeks ago was by far the best of my life.

I have just gotten out of a relationship with a 22 year old woman, she was unbelievably good looking and was great in the bedroom. Unfortunately we didn’t see eye to eye on relationship issues and we parted ways. Now, I was a bit upset I cant lie, we had spent a lot of time with each other’s families and had really grown fond of the set-up. My friends trying to cheer me up convinced me one night to meet them at a club in the City they have been frequenting.

I hopped the train after work and hit the Club. It was an old theater and it was really nice from the inside, the techno music was so loud that you felt every beat in your chest. I had been to a few Raves before, but, this one was the livest so far. I bellied up to the bar and began to notice all the hot young women around. Dressed in hardly anything they were grinding to the music and doing shots all around me.

I guess this is what I have been missing not going out and all I said to myself as I ordered a drink. Just then I spotted my friends and went over to them. My one friend handed me a little tablet and smiled as he popped one in his mouth as well. I tried to ask him what it was but the music was way to loud. I mouthed the word Ecstasy to him and he smiled and nodded. I popped the pill and swigged my beer to wash it down and we high-fived and laughed. We had quite a few drinks at the bar when finally I had to go to the bathroom . It was so jammed packed with people I could hardly move. I was definitely feeling the effects as I made my way through the crowd. The girls in the club were absolutely beautiful. when I brushed up against a girl as we tried to pass each other in the club I felt waves go through me. The bass was sending waves through me as well. I watched as a girl belly danced to the beat, the dance floor was a sea of people grinding and that’s when I saw her. My ex-girlfriends sister was grinding on the dance floor!!!

She looked amazing. She was blonde and very very petite. Green eyes and pouty lips. She wore a metallic silver half shirt which not only showed off her pierced belly button, but, her hard nipples and her small perky tits as well. She wore tight leather pants and swayed her hips rhythmically to the droning Techno beat.

I always fantasized about making love to her. We would exchange a kiss hello and goodbye at family functions, but, I always thought there was something more to the hugs and kisses and looks we exchanged.

I started to notice how sexually she was grinding to the music and decided I was gonna go for it. I danced my way over and “accidentally ” bumped into her. She turned around and when she saw me her face lit up.
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Nice Day At Work

The rain had started and business was slowing down as we headed into our off-season. I was scribbling notes in the personnel file, trying to figure out how to avoid big staff cuts through the winter. I knew some hours had to be slashed, but I always hated doing it. I must have looked to be in a sour mood, because the whole staff avoided contact with me other than the routine hellos and brief exchanges needed to run things. I rolled my chair away from the desk, trying to unjam my brain, and looked out the window at the will call counter

She had worked for us for 4 summers – ever since her junior year of high school. She was a cute kid then, but was just now starting to lose that teen baby face. In its place, she was beginning to take on the look of a strikingly beautiful woman. She let her auburn hair grow a little longer than usual this year, just a few inches past her shoulders, and when she was close by I could smell the lightly sweet fragrance of that soft hair every time she brushed it with her fingers or turned her head. Despite my strict rule against personal relationships with anyone at work, I had quite a crush on her. I was cautious to be professional in her presence trying to avoid being obvious, or create the impression that she was given any preferential treatment.

I never thought she would stay with us for so long, but I was glad she did. She was smart, friendly and customers liked her. She had just returned from a trip to Vegas with her fiance for her belated 21st birthday and I found myself taking more and more chances sneaking glances at her gorgeous body. Being a fan of a curvy backside, she was a constant reminder of what a perfect womanly ass looks like. I recalled pieces of a conversation I overheard between her and another female co-worker as they shared stories of what their respective boyfriends did (and didn’t) do for them sexually. My mind drifted back to it lazily.

“Great!”, I thought to myself, “On top of everything else – now I’m horny as hell.” I gathered myself and made my way back to the desk. If there wasn’t the sound of people talking in the break room and hallway nearby, I probably would have locked my door and given myself a quick jerk to relieve the tension. I cursed my own open-door policy and tried to get back to the pile of to-dos on the desk. It took awhile, but I got back into my work groove and managed to be productive the rest of the afternoon.

I hadn’t looked at the clock for quite some time – apparently a few hours – and was surprised to hear myself saying my daily “goodbyes” to the night staff as they left. I leaned back in my chair, closed my eyes and stretched my arms over my head when I caught a familiar scent.

“Boss?” said a low voice, startling me from my stretch. I looked over to the doorway and she was standing there leaned against the jamb with her hands in front of her – twisting and fiddling with her fingers nervously. “Can I talk to you a sec?”
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Hotel Sex

Not long ago my wife, Donna, and I went to a large city not far from where we live and got a nice room in a swanky downtown hotel. We’ve been married a long time, and sometimes we get away for hotel sex just to keep things interesting. After a hot, soapy shower we put on the hotel’s matching bathrobes and I led her into the room. We sat in the little couch facing the window and I opened a bottle of champagne. The curtains were open but it was a chilly fall day and the windows were steamed from our shower. I popped the cork and poured us each a glass, handing her one, and bent down to kiss her. We tasted the fizzy champagne on each other’s lips.

I stood up and loosened the robe, exposing my swelling dick. I straddled her legs and asked her to suck me. She smiled, took a large drink of champagne, and slid her mouth over my dick. The fizz of the bubbly and the work of her tongue brought me the rest of the way to attention, and she moved back and forth, pulling me in deeper each time, until my rocket was probing the back of her throat. She swallowed the champagne and the tip of my dick followed. She massaged the tender underside with her warm tongue and drew me slowly all the way out, sucking tightly on my tip. I almost came right then.

“Wow,” I said, exhaling deeply as my dick popped out of her mouth. “You are unbelievable.”
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The Masseur

Jason worked as a masseur. Even after all this time, he still enjoyed the relaxed atmosphere of the spa, the soft music, the aroma of incense and oils. Most of all, he enjoyed the pleasure his touch could bring to another. He’d learned to play piano as a child and the act of touching another person’s body with his strong, nimble hands reminded him of playing a challenging piece. You played with a gentle touch here, a little pressure there, until your client became your instrument and her sighs and moans your symphony

Jason especially looked forward to Wednesday mornings. That was when Alexis Carter sought relief from muscles strained during her hard fought tennis matches. Tan and supple, he guessed her to be in her early thirties. She was a tall, dark haired beauty with high flaring cheek bones, wide-set brown eyes and long, muscular limbs. A self-assured and well-known real estate agent, she was divorced and had a reputation for running with a fast crowd.

Jason was standing at the counter when Alexis pulled up in her BMW convertible. He watched as she exited the car and strode across the parking lot. She wore a hot pink top and matching skirt that ended several inches above her knees. When she bent over to tie her shoe, Jason waited for the glint of pink panties underneath. Yes, there it was.

“He-ey,” Alexis sang out, stretching the word into two syllables. “It’s my favorite masseur.” Although she gave Jason her usual brilliant smile and peck on the cheek, her carefree demeanor seemed to mask some inner turmoil this morning. Perhaps the tone of her voice was a little flat, her kiss somewhat perfunctory. It was hard to say.

“Hi there,” Jason beamed in return. “Come on in.”

Jason had acquired Alexis as a referral from another client, Leslie, a compact blonde that reminded him of the high school cheerleaders he’d lusted after in high school. She and Alexis had met and become friends in an aerobics class while Alexis was going through her divorce.

“You’ve got to do this,” Leslie had gushed to Alexis at a neighborhood barbecue. “This man has the most amazing hands.”

Alexis had smiled wickedly. “Well, I look forward to finding out.”
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