Adult Sex Stories

Much Better Than The Gym!

2010-09-15T17:53:00.001-05:00

Much Better Than The Gym!
by MRDeany©

As I steered my Audi into the car park a small, trim, mature-looking lady was walking out of the gym and I stopped the car to let her walk across the road.

She gave me a very pleasant wave and smile as a 'thank you' and, as I admired her very large looking bust which was only emphasized by how petite she was, I waved back and nodded in acknowledgement. Her pink t-shirt and the sports vest she was wearing over the top were both figure-hugging and in profile the outline of her breasts looked even more impressive. As she walked on away from me I then appreciated how cute and pert her backside was, also clearly defined by the figure hugging leggings she was wearing.

Disappointed that this sexy lady wasn't going to be in the gym, as a pleasant distraction from my work-out, I drove on and pulled into a free parking space only for the same woman to get into a top of the range BMW parked directly in front of me. The lady again smiled and I pretended to get something from the glove compartment just so I could watch her a bit longer.

She dumped her sports bag onto the passenger seat, pulled down the sun visor to check her self in the mirror, ruffled her from-a-bottle-looking blonde, shoulder-length hair and then appeared to put the key in the ignition. Aware that it was probably now obvious I was looking at her I reached round to pick up my own bag and as I turned round again the BMW literally jumped forward and knocked into the front of my car.

The lady looked horrified and after a brief pause jumped out of her car.

"I'm so, so sorry," she gushed, as I got out of mine and moved round towards her.

"It's my stupid husbands, stupid car, I'm only using it because mine is being serviced, and I'm not used to the gears, I really thought it was in reverse."

"It's OK, it's OK", I tried to calm her down, "these things happen, are you OK?"

"Yes thank you," she unsurprisingly said as it had been such a minor 'accident'!

"Well, that's the main thing," I reassured her "and it looks like it was just bumper to bumper so I expect it is all fine. Why don't you reverse back slightly and we can just double check?"

As the lady got back into her car, I moved round to her door which was still open and asked smiling, "is it definitely in reverse this time?"

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Midnight Bowling

2010-09-14T17:49:00.002-05:00

Midnight Bowling
by Slickman©

Note from Slick: I get a lot of requests for married couples and games and thought I'd do a bowling league. But this one is a special soft-swing league that rewards the winning couple. Check it out. All rights reserved.

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Allan and Betsy had been married seven years without children when both realized their life sucked. They both worked long hours during the week but on the weekends found themselves home on most Saturday nights. It was at the library when Betsy saw the advertisement on the community bulletin board.

"MIDNIGHT BOWLING LEAGUE FOR COUPLES, Open to all couples who want to have fun and meet others. Private bowling after hours. Call 555-9455."

Since they had bowled in a small league after college Betsy called the phone number after she got home.

"Hello," a woman's voice answered.

"Uh...hi, I'm calling about the Midnight Bowling league."

"Yes, what did you want to know?"

"Details I guess," Betsy answered. "How many couples, how much does it cost and I guess how serious are the bowlers?"

"Right now we only have six couples but one couple is moving away. The cost is $40 per week and most of us are not very good at bowling."

"OK, that sounds great," Betsy said. "I'll need to ask my husband."

"Why don't you and your husband stop by our house and we can cover some of the other things about the league?"

It was a Saturday morning so Betsy knew they were bowling that night. "Can we just stop by tonight and watch?"

"No, I'm sorry. The building is locked for our league. We and the ball return man are the only ones in the building. Maybe you two can stop by after dinner tonight?"

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Meyer's College

2010-09-13T17:47:00.000-05:00

Meyer's College, a Div. of Southeastern University (Part 01)

By: The Cape Cod Beach Bum

AN INTRODUCTION

This story takes place on the campus of Meyer's College, a division of Southeastern University. It is named in honor of Jacob Meyer, without whose endowment and foresight, the College would not even exist. Dr. Meyer was a member of the original Masters and Johnson sexual research team in the mid 20th Century.

The co-founders of the College are Dr Elizabeth Finch-Walker, MD,OB/Gyn and Sexual Dysfunction; her husband Dr Carl Walker, MD, Psychiatry; and Dr Amy Thompson, MD, Psychiatry.

Both Beth and Carl were original class members, of the first course given at Southeastern University in the field of Human Sexuality, HS-201. It was taught by their colleague, and College co-founder, Dr Amy Thompson, MD. Other classmates of theirs are also Professors at Meyer's, and Southeastern University, and will be introduced as the story unfolds.

The setting is a recently vacated and renovated mansion on a hill, overlooking the main section of the Southeastern University campus. It formally housed the Alpha Omega fraternity, and became available due to declining interest in fraternity life at the end of the 20th Century. The building is two stories, approximately square in plan, with twelve bedrooms on the 2nd floor around the building's perimeter, surrounding two staircases and a communal bath-shower room in the core. Each bedroom is designed to house two occupants. The 1st floor consists of a kitchen, a community dining room, 2 quiet study rooms, a recreation/TV room, a gymnasium, and office/treatment rooms for the Staff. An Olympic sized swimming pool in the rear garden rounds out the facility.

We now pickup the story in progress. The group is assembled in the recreation/TV room, Doctors Walker and Dr Thompson have just finished introducing themselves, and given their credentials to the assembled students. Carl is speaking.

"We would like to take this opportunity to welcome you, the initial class here at Meyer College. We realize that most of you are wondering what you are doing here, and why you are a separate entity, yet a part of Southeastern University."

"Eight short years ago, Southeastern undertook the challenge of turning out the highest trained group of graduates in the field of Human Sexuality. It began by offering one of the first, and certainly the most trailblazing of courses ever offered in the field, Human Sexuality, HS-201."

"Beth and I were both members of that class."

"It was taught by Dr. Thompson."

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Melissa's Pool and the Guys

2010-09-12T17:44:00.002-05:00

Melissa's Pool and the Guys

By JoannaK

When I think of the particular days in my life which completely changed my sexual world-view, it’s hard not to recall the day I met Melissa. I'd seen her walking past our house several times, and eventually we ran into each other at the corner store, where we discovered we both liked the same chocolates, and we had gone to the same primary school and so on from there.

Melissa was 21, three years older than I. She was studying Human Movements at the nearby University of Queensland, the same institution I expected to join shortly. As we walked back together from the shop, since it was a typically hot and dry afternoon in mid-January, she invited me over for a swim at her house. My family didn't have a pool so I was glad to accept, and since I hated being held up by my parents while they asked me about where I was going, who I was going with, and so on, when we got to my house, I ran in, shoved my togs and towel into a bag, scribbled a quick note for my parents and ran out again.

I was wearing a singlet and shorts with sandals, sunglasses and a broad-brimmed hat to protect my pale complexion. In those days, it was common for me not to wear a bra near home, particularly in summer, and I rarely wore a shirt or blouse over the top of a singlet. Apart from comfort reasons, I was a late developer physically and didn't really look 'womanly' in my opinion until my late twenties.

Melissa, on the other hand, was immediately attractive to the male eye, with naturally blonde hair reaching well down her back and an impressive bustline which made her T-shirt stand out quite a way from her chest. She had beautiful wide blue eyes and I remember thinking she had particularly full lips. She also had remarkably long and smooth tanned legs over which she wore a tight denim skirt with sandals quite similar to my own.

Just before we got to her house, we passed two good-looking guys who looked like older uni students. They were also wearing sunglasses but as they walked past, their heads definitely swivelled towards Melissa. A few seconds after they passed, I glanced back to confirm they were also appreciating her rear view. This sort of casual perving from males used to drive me up the wall, but as I would soon discover, Melissa's attitude to male attention was very different to mine.

As we walked through her front gate, I could hear rock music coming from a stereo inside the house with several people talking loudly over it. As she led the way around the pool which was next to the short driveway at the front of the house, Melissa told me her brother was having a party with some of his rowing friends.

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Mandy's Addiction

2010-09-11T17:41:00.002-05:00

Mandy's Addiction
by kinpatsu©

I don't know why I do it. Somewhere deep inside me I know that it's wrong in some way, but I still go there. It's also not as if I couldn't have any boy I wanted. I'm not blind, and I can see the effect I have on them. There's always someone new asking me out and I always say "no". It's been this way since I was sixteen. Now that I'm in my third year of college I get those signals from even older guys Those sub-verbal cues that speak as loud as words.

I haven't put on a bra today as I leave the house; I really don't need one. My breasts are medium-small and sit high and proud. I've noticed that guys will look at them just as much as they do at girls with large breasts when I don't wear a bra. I found I liked to tease them that way, although I usually do wear one if only to conceal my nipples. They have minds of their own, and will come out to play for quite unexpected situations.

In fact, one time in high school I got sent home because of those nipples. The vice principle had a hard time explaining to me just why I had to go home, but he did manage to tell me I would have to wear some support if I wanted to come back. After that I usually did wear a bra, but when I didn't I generally wore a vest or a jacket that would allow them to peek out if I wanted them to, but could be concealed in an instant if that stuffy vice principle came around.

I live at my parents house now, for various reasons. For one thing it's cheaper than the dorm, but mostly it's because of this habit I have. Just outside our back yard is a deep, tree filled ravine that is owned by the city. They call it a park, but it's mostly just a wild area that would be difficult to build houses on. The city did go in and build a network of trails through it, thus justifying it's title of "Park." Although the legitimate trails were created and maintained by the city, there are endless smaller trails making a spider web of interlocking routes made by animals and children over the years. One of these begins in our back yard. I follow it out and into the gloom under the trees.

I am wearing panties today. I know for some guys it's a serious turn on to know that a girl isn't wearing any, but for my purposes it's better to have them on. Guys always fumble with bra clasps, but I've never yet had a boy who had trouble getting the panties off- even if I had to help a little. Today I don't really plan on keeping them on long, but if I don't give him something to take his time with it all goes too fast.

I don't necessarily take the same route over the paths. There are a couple of ways to get almost there, and they all take about the same amount of time. The secret is the last hundred yards or so. We have to be careful not to make the trail look too used or some of the pot heads would find our place. Getting caught doesn't bother me, but those dumb asses would wreck the whole arrangement. At last I come to the cut off.

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Greek Goddess Nectar

2010-09-10T17:39:00.001-05:00

Greek Goddess Nectar
by beachb0y©

My family and I were traveling through Europe a few years ago when we decided to change our travel plans. We were in Greece at the time and the flight changes involved finding a travel agent who could speak English and make all the necessary booking changes. This is always my part in planning a trip, so my wife left it to me.

I got ready early one morning while the wife and kids fought about who would use the bathroom after me and walked into the travel agent's office next to the hotel. I was struck by the huge posters advertising the glorious Greek Isles, not because of the islands, but because each poster was graced by a gorgeous woman in a revealing bikini in various poses that aroused me. The poster for Santorini was a brunette in the blue strapless with her cleavage in the face of the viewer as she splashed out of the seawater. A blonde in a white bikini was lying on a beach on Crete and calling me to lie between her tanned thighs. Finally, just above the agent's chair were two women in mini skirts and very little else, sweating and grinding their way to seeming ecstasy with each other on some dance floor – the poster led me to believe that Corfu awaits me. Greece is an incredibly sexy place.

"Paragalo...may I help you?" the voice below the sexy twosome asked.

She was a dark eyed beauty with long, straight raven-black hair. Like many people in Greece, she could appear friendly without much of a smile. Her pouty lips were painted an inviting red.

"Hi, I was wondering if I could change my return flight to London with you."

Her fingers were already dancing on the keyboard before she said, "Let me see what I can do for you." The nameplate in front of her told me I was drooling over Tania.

She typed for a while and then asked me for my current tickets. As I handed them to her, she reached over her desk and I was given a generous hint of the most eye-catching cleavage ever. Tania was wearing a black suit jacket, but I could not see any hint of anything else as I saw nearly half of both her luscious breasts. They were tanned like the skin of the Crete woman on the poster to her right. I quickly lost myself in the poster again to avoid seeming like the leering lech this trip to Greece was making me into.

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FLORIDA HEAT

2010-09-09T17:38:00.000-05:00

FLORIDA HEAT
by Art Martin

Helen wasn’t much when it came to being sexually adventurous. We had been married almost ten years and every year our sex life became less and less interesting. After some protracted foreplay, if I were lucky, she’d begrudgingly consent to let me fuck her in the missionary, so long as I didn’t take too much time. I got my rocks off, but she, more or less just lay there, showing absolutely no signs of life on her part, much less enjoyment. Afterwards, she’d complain that the problem was that my penis was too big or she was tired, or some other excuse.
She didn’t like to give head. Said it was disgusting. I promised not to cum in her mouth. She said no, it’s still disgusting. I tried cunnilingus, but she still said I was being disgusting. I told her to just relax and enjoy it. She didn’t enjoy it. Said my stubble chaffed her legs. To her disgust, I regularly jacked off in bed like a hormone-charged teenager. About the only thing she did like was a good tittie sucking. At the mere suggestion of anal sex she went ballistic, calling me a perverted animal.
We went to counseling, but after two years we were only poorer without any improvement in our sexual relationship. In an effort to break the ice that had formed between us, I seriously suggested that we vacation at a nudist resort. That got me no where. In frustration, I took to taunting her, telling her how I wanted to fuck her in the ass, telling her how I wanted to jab my dick down her throat, and telling her how I wanted to bring some buddies over to loosen up her cunt. I never really did any of those things, but my taunts only made things worse, if that was possible.
Then one day, I came home early and found her in bed, locked in a 69 with her best friend, the dreaded Karen. That explained everything. I just wish she’d been honest with me and just admitted that she was a dyke. She wasted my life and her life in a marriage that had no chance of success. I was in the right, filed for divorce, but still had my clock cleaned. Still, it was worth not being shackled in a relationship that fundamentally was no relationship at all.
Free of stone-cold Helen, I boldly thrust myself into the dating scene after a decade-long hiatus. I discovered a series of single mothers and divorcees that were very nice to fuck. After a near celibate life with Helen, any sex was fantastic, especially with the women who truly liked a guy with a big cock and who really got nasty. But I didn’t have a real emotional connect with any of them. After sex, none of them were personally all that interesting to me, that is until I was horny again.

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Empty Nest

2010-09-08T17:29:00.000-05:00

Empty Nest
by aprguy©

On the surface the two couples seemed to be too different to have much in common; but, as they say, looks can be deceiving.

Darren and Jane on one hand were the quintessential urban family couple. Expressive, vocal, involved, engaged -- the best way to describe them both was "Larger than Life". They coached, managed and volunteered countless hours over the years with the kids' sports. They were tireless fundraisers for charities and good-causes all over the place. Always busy, always doing, always larger than life.

Rob and Barb, on the other hand were much, much quieter. They kept to themselves, didn't makes waves, were great sports parents but preferred to keep in the background and keep their family matters more private. They were great people, just not "out there" like their good friends.

The only thing that these two couples really had in common was their kids -- the younger ones to be exact. Both couples had older sons that had completely different interests, but the girls, Catherine and Amy, met on the soccer pitch and started a friendship that spilled over to hockey and brought these two very different families together. As the girls grew up the two families had a great, comfortable relationship; never spending too much time together, but meeting up regularly to trade war stories as the girls hockey paths went in different directions. Darren and Jane appreciated the calm counsel and away-from-the-rat-race quiet that an evening with their friends brought while Rob and Barb loved to live vicariously through the couple that always seemed to be doing something.

But..change was in the air. The two boys had been away at school for a couple of years, but Catherine and Amy had just left home to go off to university -- both on hockey scholarships and at two rival schools about two hours apart and about 4 hours from home. While both couples figured that their kids would come home to live for a while after university (don't they all!), the four parents were all, at least temporarily, empty nesters.

It was a beautiful, late summer day and the two couples had finally re-connected after the frenzied period of getting kids off to college and coming to terms with the fact that they had to let go and couldn't be there to help. Once the four of them (the moms especially) had worked through their anxiety and supposed loss of "purpose", they all realized that they could finally become more couple-centred and hedonistic and the possibilities seemed endless. As they sat around in Darren and Jane's kitchen preparing dinner they traded stories about how their lives had changed already.

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Cindy by the Pool

2010-09-07T17:26:00.000-05:00

Cindy by the Pool

By cindyandal

Cindy smoothed the last of the oil on her body, luxuriously rubbing it into her skin. When she finished, she picked up a tube of sun block, SPF 35. Carefully, she squeezed a small amount into her palm. With one finger, she took a dab and traced the white tan lines around her crotch where her bathing suit would normally be. She took a little more and covered the small amount of white she still had left on her cute butt; then spread more over the other white parts, mostly on the undersides of her breasts. She had no strap lines, so she didn’t have to worry about those.

She was then about ready. The sun would continue tanning the places already bronzed, but, she hoped, she wouldn’t burn the white parts that had not been exposed. She considered carefully, and decided that she had hit all the spots. As she gazed across her naked body, she became excited. Her heart was racing, just a little, at what she was about to do.

She lay back down, facing up, on her lounge, and waited for Steve, the pool boy, to arrive.

For the past few weeks she had been getting increasingly excited watching Steve work when he came by, once a week. Steve was new. He was young, muscular, and attentive to Cindy as she lay out, watching him. She had bought three new bikinis, each one skimpier than the last, but last week she had realized it still was not enough. Today she was nude, brazenly so, and she wanted fuck Steve. Nothing like this had ever occurred to her before, but she had become increasingly excited as the week went by and she planned and fantasized about how it would go.

The thought of the sheer wantonness sometimes scared her, but it also intensified her excitement and filled her with lust. She would be a slut, showing she had only one thing on her mind, and she would not back down.

She was trembling as she lay there, feeling the familiar warmth of the sun, knowing that any second he could walk through the gate and see her lying there nude, openly and unashamedly nude, and he would know why.

She thought her heart would beat through her chest as she waited, wanting to chicken out and yet pushing that thought as far away as she could. She would do this thing, so unlike any she had ever done before.

Cindy closed her eyes and dreamed. Without really thinking about it, her hand moved up and began to play with a nipple. She loved the feeling of the warmth and the open air and the hardening of the nipple between her fingers. With eyes still closed, Cindy lost herself in the feelings and her thoughts about what she was about to do.

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Caught

2010-09-06T17:23:00.000-05:00

Caught
by Hizchick©

The tang of residual breakfast salsa from Allan's lips tingled on mine as I waved and closed the door. Dressed in my archetypal 'morning princess' attire that consisted of an oversized sleeveless sweatshirt that was just shy of threadbare and the diminutive sized men-style boxers that I find so comfortable, I'm ready for work. Armed with a steaming mug of coffee, I'm eager to fire up the computer and check the latest orders for the fledgling lingerie business I own, and perhaps catch a quick read.

As the boot-up completed, my mind wandered in a completely different direction than lingerie orders. Having been kissed, bum-patted, and complimented on my culinary skills and stunning looks by a man who was obviously priming me for some amorous adventure upon his return, I quite naturally began to think about just that. Moreover, there was nothing tame about those thoughts either. Tonight was not going to be a night for mere lovemaking. No. Tonight I wanted to fuck. Who wouldn't fuck a guy that complimented you on a wonderful breakfast of cornflakes as his hands roamed every square inch of your ass? Certainly not me.

Having thought about sex for all of three minutes and already beginning to squirm in the large office chair, I went straight for the Internet. It was uncanny how quickly that the Literotica home page showed up, and I went directly to the latest stories. Being this was a favorite morning warm-up exercise, if all went as planned I hoped to be doing some serious sweating in no time.

Yes! Third story down a chick seduces the hotel bellboy in an elevator. That'll work, and I swigged a goodly shot of coffee as the story rolled across the screen.

I'm already reaching though the slit in the front of the boxers as elevator girl bends to reveal the fact she has gone commando under her mini. The bellboy being no fool and undoubtedly accustomed to having every amorous female hotel patron itching for a tryst with him in the elevator, kneels behind her and goes straight for her ass. Yes. It's on, and my fingers move to part my pussy-lips as I hike a leg onto the top of the large computer desk for better access.

Two paragraphs and a last sip of coffee later, the bellboy is really working elevator girl over with his tongue. The fingers of my left hand trace over my engorged clit while the right is shoved up my top and working a nipple. I cursed as I had to break away from the nipple to scroll.

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Caribe

2010-09-05T17:20:00.001-05:00

Caribe
by westbound4©

Steven peered curiously out the small airplane window as the scene below swung into view. Glimmering shamrock-colored islands swam in the topaz colored sea, so clear that he could see the dark coral reefs and sandy shallows of the bottom some three thousand feet beneath the scattered white clouds, drifting lazily through the Caribbean sky. An almost boyish excitement was building in him—he needed this vacation so badly. For years Steven and his friend Matt had talked about renting a villa in the islands for a few weeks, but only in the last six months had the plan really come together. Steven's girlfriend Amanda had loved the idea instantly, and now that Matt had a new romantic interest that they'd yet to meet, it seemed like the perfect opportunity for a couples' getaway to all get acquainted and relax for a change.

The gentle bump of the plane's landing gear on the runway brought Steven's thoughts back to the present, and stepping off the plane filled his lungs with the moist air and heady perfume of the tropics. It had been years since his last trip down, and he'd almost forgotten how far away it seemed from the grind of life and work on the mainland. He squinted through the bright sunlight across the tarmac of the airfield to the waiting rent-a-car hut, slung his carry-on bag over his shoulder, and let the pleasant sensations of his surroundings begin to work their magic.

The bumpy red dirt track leading up to the villa from the main road was terrible, even in the four-wheel drive Jeep Steven had rented for the trek from the other side of the island. The sight of the house coming into view, nestled among the verdant tropical foliage at the crest of a hill, removed immediately any doubt in his mind about whether it was worth sacrificing the convenience found in some of the hotels close to town. Completely private, the Mediterranean-style home boasted whitewashed walls and sensuous curves, shimmering against the flawless blue sky. Steven parked the Jeep and was looking up at the towering three stories of warm stucco and ruddy terra cotta roofs when a familiar figure stepped into view on a wide balcony overlooking the driveway. "You've got to see this place!" Amanda smiled down to him. She'd been able to catch an earlier flight down to settle them in, and was already quite at home in a breezy tropical sundress. Steven unloaded his gear from the Jeep while drinking in his lover's features—rich dark hair framed her lovely face, chocolate brown eyes always glittering with just a hint of playful mystery. Joining her up on the main level of the house, he could appreciate all the more how well her new surrounding suited her.

It was Amanda's first time in the Caribbean, and the excitement she exuded was deliciously contagious. She led Steven by the hand on the grand tour of their exotic accommodations. The balcony where she had first appeared was just a part of a wide patio of glossy clay tiles surrounding a glimmering pool, around which were placed attractive lounge chairs and large pots overflowing with bright blooming flowers. Encircling the patio were the various rooms of the house, most open to the cooling breath of the trade winds. Amanda strode purposefully on tiny bare feet to a railing beyond the far end of the pool, and as Steven followed the vista below came into view. This side of the house overlooked a gentle slope, absolutely teeming with greenery, accented here and there with spills of sweet smelling bougainvillea blossoms or wild orchids glistening with dew. A winding footpath led from the house under the forest canopy below, and Steven could just make out its end far below, where it opened onto a beach of virgin white, lapped by the waters of a small private cove. Beyond that lay the wide Caribbean, barely distinguishable from the sky, with nothing but turquoise water between them and Belize.

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Cape Town Getaway

2010-09-04T17:16:00.001-05:00

Cape Town Getaway
by mindrazor©

My name is Candice. Having just finished school, I was really yearning for a break from the routine of studies and rules that had been part of my life for the last 12 years. The only thing I’ll really miss is my athletic career at school. I was the high jump team captain, and was also on the netball team. ( I’m 5’10”) I love sports, and find it more exciting to stay in shape that way, than spending hours in the gym, lifting boring weights or doing super circuits. I also love swimming, and as a result, I can proudly say that I have a lean, well toned body. My hair is light browny blonde, to just above my shoulders.

As I said, I was dying to get a change of scenery, so when my best friend Clara suggested that I join her at her parents home in Cape Town for the holidays, I just couldn’t say no. Clara Müller and her family moved to South Africa a year and a half ago, from Germany. Her father, Gunther, is an investment banker for Deutsche Bank, and to say that they’re loaded is an understatement. Her mother, Bergitte, lives the good life, and her younger brother, Werner, goes to a high school in Cape Town. Clara stayed at my school’s boarding establishment, here in Johannesburg. For some reason, her parents believed that a school away from the beauty of Cape Town would be the best thing for her. Well I’m glad they sent her up here. A more open minded and tolerant friend you could not find.

We arrived in Cape Town on the Friday afternoon, after a short flight, and were picked up by Clara’s mom. (If you have never been to Cape Town, do yourself a favour, and buy your plane ticket as soon as you can. It is the latest playground for the rich and famous, and with the famous table mountain as a backdrop, few places can make you feel more relaxed, and eager to party.) We wound our way along the coastline to Lundadno, where Clara’s folks live. Tom Cruise has a house here, if that gives you any indication as to the setting, which overlooks the Atlantic ocean.

The sun was scorching this day. We pulled into the driveway and got our stuff out the car. The entrance hall was beautiful. Almost entirely surrounded by glass, overlooking the pool and patio. Clara showed me to my room upstairs. It had a balcony, and overlooked the pool, as well as the ocean!. To my left was a beach. Yes! I remembered now. This was Sandy Bay. A well known, somewhat secluded nude beach. To my right was another room with a balcony, .....with a telescope on it. I figured that must have been her baby brother’s room. Ideal for spying on naked girls!!

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A Friend In Need

2010-09-03T17:13:00.002-05:00

A Friend In Need
by padoc

Sam and Leanne again in another story of our ongoing trek through the lifestyle. If you missed our other stories, we're both in our 50's although Leanne really does not look it. She's a trim, curvy and sexy blonde with blue eyes, a great smile and 38d boobs and I’m a 6' tall fit man with salt & pepper hair, a trimmed beard and blue eyes. We are both battling middle age spread and doing so successfully in spite of our love for good food, desserts and adult beverages.

Before we moved to Florida, Leanne's best friend was Suzy, a fellow teacher. Suzy is in her mid 40's, a driven woman who worked hard to balance the demands of teaching, raising her 3 young children and keeping her businessman husband happy. Several months before we moved, Suzy discovered that her husband was a serial cheater and the knowledge devastated her. She quit caring about a lot of things including her appearance, she ballooned up nearly 200 lbs from her normal 130 and lost interest in most things that she once found enjoyable. Leanne stayed in touch with her friend and eventually, Suzy secured a divorce, custody of the kids and a new outlook on life. Last June, Suzy called and invited herself to Florida for some much needed R&R. On the day she was to arrive, Leanne had a must attend work related training session so I picked Suzy up at the airport. When the flight came in from Philly, I stood at the entrance to the concourse looking for Leanne's friend. I thought she missed the plane until I heard a familiar voice at my side, "who ya looking for big guy"? she asked. I turned and there was Suzy, but not the large and unhappy woman I'd last seen 3 years ago in Pennsylvania but a new and improved version.

Suzy stood before me in a little sundress, all 5'4 inches of her. Her dark hair was nicely styled and fell softly to her shoulders framing her always pretty face and highlighting her bright brown eyes and sparkling smile. What really surprised me was the terrific little package she presented in the sundress. Gone was big belly, soft ass and saggy boobs, replaced by what looked like a fit and toned body. Suzy reached up and gave me a full body hug and I felt her firm boobs pressed against my chest and couldn't help but say, "hmmmmm, those are new". "Like em"? Suzy said with her familiar smile, "they are just part of what Craig (the ex) paid for out of our settlement. Come on, Im dying to see your pool and our Leanne". I won't bore you with all the details but we had a very pleasant afternoon and evening around the pool. I got to see a lot more of Suzy's new body displayed in a modest 2 piece suit and I listened as she explained to Leanne how she'd lost over 60 lbs, had a tummy tuck and a boob job and then firmed up the rest with daily workouts. I spent the evening admiring the transformation and really enjoyed the sight of both sexy women floating in our warm pool.

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Beautiful Curves

2010-09-02T17:06:00.000-05:00

Beautiful Curves
by Julia K©

In hindsight, my divorce, combined with a new start in a new city, had probably left me somewhat emotionally vulnerable by the time I first met Lisa and her husband, Cameron. But whether or not that vulnerability was in some part responsible for the nature of our encounter, I'm not sure. In the end, I'm just glad it happened. It was a beautiful and exotic introduction to a new chapter in my life; a sexual re-awakening that I will always cherish.

Sometimes a single act can change who you are. Ever since last summer, I feel like a different person; a different woman.

Twelve months ago, I walked into an interesting-looking lingerie boutique in an upscale part of the city. Someone had told me it specialized in bras and swimwear for women with a larger bust. I'm twenty-seven years old, 5' 3", with auburn hair and hazel eyes. Though I'm a fairly petite size 6, I wear a 34E (or so I thought) size bra. Being so buxom has its advantages, but an easy to find and attractive selection of bras that fit properly isn't one of them. It's almost impossible to find something pretty in my size. It's either an incredibly matronly support bra, or it's incredibly ugly. Places like Victoria's Secret don't have a single thing for me, and caters to smaller cup sizes.

So it was a thrill to finally find a shop like, 'Le Belle Curve'. I was in heaven the moment I walked in! It had literally dozens of pretty-looking bras in my size, in lovely colours and fabrics. I had three bra and panty sets in hand and was looking around for the change rooms when all of a sudden I heard the loveliest feminine voice.

"Why hello, neighbour," said a woman.

I turned to find a very beautiful, somewhat familiar looking, woman smiling at me.

"I beg your pardon," I replied, sounding slightly puzzled, not sure where I'd seen her before.

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to make you feel uncomfortable. It's just that we're neighbours ... I believe you bought the house at the top of my street a few months ago," she said.

Suddenly it clicked; the reason why she looked vaguely familiar. I had seen her on a number of occasions getting into her car and driving away while I tended to my roses.

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A Wedding to Remember

2010-09-01T17:04:00.000-05:00

A Wedding to Remember
by m_storyman_x©

I love outdoor weddings, as long as the weather cooperates and the middle of July, although warm should be very cooperative. When I saw the invitation to the wedding of my wife's best friend's daughter I was thrilled to see it was going to be an outdoor wedding. Further, the wedding was being held at their grandparents secluded lake lodge, along with the reception.

Now calling their place secluded is almost an understatement. The driveway leading down to the set of three twenty to fifty acre lakes is easily a mile and a half long, winding down through the woods and twisting around hills. The lodge is a huge three story rustic building with well over a dozen bedrooms, three bathrooms and two great rooms, one on the main floor and one in the lower level. There was also a twenty five foot wide balcony deck over a large fieldstone patio, a the width of the lodge. The patio extends beyond the balcony for nearly a hundred feet with a large fieldstone hearth and grill built into the hillside acting as a wall. The property also had a variety of paddle boats, canoes and a nice sized deck boat for tooling around the small lakes, gazebos with tables and chairs and lots and lots of woods and walking paths.

They maintain this with the income from renting the facility out to groups, often having it rented every weekend for the entire summer. At fifty bucks a bedroom with a five hundred a night minimum, it has turned into a lucrative business for them some weekends bringing in over three grand for two nights.

As I said, I was glad to see that the kids were going to be married outdoors. They are an interesting couple, Emily being a petite young lady, now nearly twenty four if my memory serves me, having spent years as a gymnast, and now teaching gymnastics. I had occasion to enjoy her abilities when she surprised me at home naked one time, and even the thought of that event still makes me hard today, especially thinking about her milk filled tits.

Dan on the other hand is the opposite. Being a mountain of a man, and a football coach, he is so large he quite thoroughly dwarfs her.

The couple started out quite reserved, but over the last couple years I have noticed a trend where Emily has worn more and more revealing clothing. Nothing tasteless, just...revealing. My wife of course never approves of that kind of wear, but that's just her.

Anyway, here we were on the appointed day, July 14th, driving down the long gravel drive toward the lodge. I noticed quite a few cars parked around in front of the lodge, and added out suburban to the mix. I wondered who all they had invited as we followed the ribbons to the front door of the lodge.

"Hey Nancy...Mike!" Emily's mother Linda called as she opened the door, oddly wearing a bathrobe.

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A Naked Encounter

2010-08-31T16:58:00.001-05:00

A Naked Encounter
by SimonSays1©

I couldn’t quite believe what I was doing – it was certainly a first for me. There I was, sat on a gloriously sandy beach, the sun beating down on me from a cloudless blue sky. It was a mid-afternoon in July, and the beach was peaceful and very relaxing.

And everyone one around me was naked.

For the first time in my twenty-six years I was on a nudist beach – or Naturist Beach, as the sign had said.

I had been cycling along the cycle path between St Jean De Mont and St Gilles on the Vendee Coast of Western France when I’d first seen the sign. I was looking for a beach where I could spend a few hours, and on the spur of the moment had thought “Why not?”

So, I’d locked my bike up to some railings and had followed the signs. The signpost pointed the way down a few steps, which in turn led to a sandy path through some woods. After about a hundred yards, the path opened out onto some bracken covered sand dunes. At the end of the path, a slight rise led to the path down to the beach. From the top of that path, the view was staggering – a panoramic view of a deep, sandy beach that seemed to stretch for miles in each direction.

I followed the path down onto the beach, trying not to look too openly at the naked people dotted around. A few looked up at me as I passed, more out of interest than anything else. I found a suitable spot, and spread my towel out.

I pulled my tee shirt over my head, and dropped it into my bag. I had swimming trunks on under my shorts, so I quickly pulled my shorts off and pushed them into the bag as well. Taking a deep breath, I pulled my trunks down – and stood naked in public for the first time. The sense of freedom, and the lack of inhibition, was amazing.

I was aware of a few people looking in my direction, and suddenly I was very self conscious. Not because I was naked, but because my bum was such a brilliant white! The rest of me was tanned a deep brown – I like to have a tan as it makes me feel good. I keep myself pretty fit, so I knew that I looked okay – except it seemed, for my white bum!

I sat down, and looked around properly for the first time. Most of the people on the beach were totally naked, although a few woman were topless, and even those seemed to be wearing the skimpiest bikini bottoms imaginable. There were a few families dotted here and there, and a few people on their own, but mainly it was a beach for couples.

I lay back on my towel, feeling totally free and relaxed, enjoying the sun on my naked body. I opened my eyes a few times as people wandered by. Most people looked ahead as they passed, or nodded a greeting, but a few looked at me, at my body, quite openly. I didn’t mind – I felt good, and hoped that I looked good. And it did after all work both ways!

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A Day At The Pool

2010-08-30T16:56:00.000-05:00

A Day At The Pool
by Il_inamorato©

My girlfriend Alexandra and I were once again in Key West. Since our first vacation trip a few years ago, we were hooked on this laid back, uninhibited tropical paradise. There was a freedom there that you just didn't see in other places. Sure, it could get crowded at times, especially on Duval Street; with it's over abundance of bars and night spots. Some people might not appreciate the occasional noisy college kids, but to us, that was all part of the ambiance.

Alex and I are both in pretty good shape, and we enjoy a very active life together. I stayed in condition with regular biking along the many miles of beach paths back home, while Alex got her sexy, athletic build from years of competitive volley ball. She has lovely curves in all the right places and full breasts with large dark areola surrounding perky nipples. Alex is a beautiful, vibrant woman.

For this trip, I made reservations for our own private bungalow. It was tiny, to be sure; the queen sized bed barely fit inside the single bedroom and the kitchen consisted of a sink and a microwave. It was, however, very clean and colorful. The aqua and peach décor had the look and feel of south Florida. The bungalow had a patio surrounded by a privacy wall, a large two-person hammock, and its own private outdoor hot tub.

The resort consisted of only six or seven units, each with varying degrees of amenities. The bungalows were situated on either side of a quiet street and shared two swimming pools. Since this resort was for "adults only", it stayed quiet during the day; at times almost deserted.

On our third night in town, Alex and I wandered among the tourist shops and watering holes along the main part of town. We stopped in at a very nice outdoor restaurant and bar. Beautiful potted flowers were everywhere, and small trees covered in miniature white lights gave the whole place an elegant atmosphere.

Alex was wearing a royal blue halter style evening dress; about knee-length, silky and flowing. It was one of my favorites because it showed plenty of cleavage and couldn't be worn with a bra. I wore an open-collar dress shirt with a sports coat so I could look respectable enough to be seen in the company of such a lovely woman.

As we seated ourselves at the bar, Alex noticed another couple a few seats down who somehow looked familiar. During our first round of martinis, we noticed that they looked at us a few times as if we might look familiar to them too.

Finally, the man took his drink in hand and moved over closer. "Excuse me for interrupting, but aren't you two staying at the little resort on Center Street?"

"Ah, yes! We were just trying to figure out where we'd seen you before", I replied, extending my hand.

"My name is Bill, and this is my wife Janice", he said, shaking my hand. "We're here to celebrate our tenth anniversary."

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A Day at the Movies

2010-08-29T16:54:00.002-05:00

A Day at the Movies
by sexpert3©

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I had gone to see a movie. I didn't really care which movie; I just wanted to start experimenting with exhibitionism. Going out in public without a bra probably seems small, but it was the first time I had ever done it before. I have large, firm D cup breasts that jiggle even when I have a supportive bra on, so walking around in public, feeling them swaying with even my slightest movements was incredibly erotic for me. I could feel wetness spreading between my legs, especially when the guy who served me couldn't keep his eyes off my rock hard nipples, straining against the confines of my tight blouse.

It was quite early in the morning, so the cinema was relatively quiet, however I could feel the eyes of everyone I passed on my breasts. My nipples were painfully hard and I could feel my clit throbbing between my damp pussy lips. I chose a seat at the back; I didn't feel confident enough to sit closer to other people. I was longing to slip my fingers deep into my hot, wet pussy, make myself come in public for the first time. I couldn't wait for the film to start, so I started stroking my inner thigh, about to work my fingers up to my clit.

A couple sat down in my row a couple of seats along from me, and I hurriedly moved my hand away from my pussy. I felt my cheeks burn with the embarrassment of thinking they might know what I was about to do, but they sat down without looking in my direction, the guy nearest me. The lights in the cinema dimmed and so did my arousal. No one could see my breasts anymore and I didn't want to touch myself with the other couple so close. What if they saw me and had me thrown out?

I settled into my chair and started to watch the movie, feeling disappointed. After ten or fifteen minutes I got distracted from the film by quiet groans coming from my right hand side. I bit my lip and tried to keep my eyes on the screen, but there was no mistaking the pleasure in the groans that were obviously trying to be silenced. I glanced slowly over to my right and sucked in my breath at the sight.

The woman of the couple was giving the guy a blow job. I stared at his cock, glistening from the light on the screen reflecting in the saliva from the woman's mouth. She was bobbing up and down at a slow pace, her long blonde hair spread over his lap. His cock was big, really big, and I felt myself imagining what it would feel like to have his huge cock inside of me. I felt my clit throb at the thought. He would make me feel tight; I knew he could fill me completely.

The woman looked up from her task and saw me watching. I wanted to look away, but his cock seemed to mesmerise me, and she looked so horny and turned on, her cheeks flushed from arousal. I've never felt any sexual feelings toward another woman, but looking at her made my nipples harden. She grinned at me, then went back to sucking him off. Every now and then she looked up at me, and then she slowly started to lift up her T shirt. I could barely see her impressive cleavage in the light, but I knew she was wearing a half cup bra. Her ample breasts were jiggling from her movements, and I wished she would suck him faster as her breasts were close to spilling out. I wanted to kiss them, feel them, suck her nipples which were hopefully as hard as mine. My clit was burning at the thought, but I was enjoying this feeling of arousal. I gripped my arm rest hard and rocked my hips, the movement

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A Weekend In France

2010-08-28T16:50:00.001-05:00

A Weekend In France
by graynsam©

We have never been the type of people to be worried about showing our bodies. We have always walked about the house naked, even when the kids were still at home it was just as natural for them as it was for us.

Dave and I have always made love with the lights on, in just about every room in the house and, yes, of course we have fucked outdoors as well! I just do not understand how some people can spend a lifetime making love in the dark. We rarely shut our bedroom door and there were many nights when I think we might have had one or other of the kids as an audience but nothing was ever said, either then, or even now, years later.

I guess this all goes to show that I should not have been surprised at the following incident. In fact the surprise should be that something like it had not happened sooner. Now at long last our life was about to open up in a way that we had never imagined.

Anyway, I guess I had better get on with the story.

Over the years, one of our pleasures had always been visiting nudist beaches, wherever we went on a family holiday, and we always seemed to choose a destination that had nudist beaches. Now the kids are older, left home and have kids of their own, when they go on holiday they too end up at nudist destinations. I guess we must have taught the well over the years.

Dave has a good job and recently we have been lucky enough to be able to afford to choose destinations further a-field for our holidays - Caribbean, Mexico, and the Far East. But we still tend to end up at some place where we can get naked. Then we decided to take a long weekend break in Southern Brittany in France, stopping in a very nice four-star hotel. Our room was a mini suite, having a very a large bedroom with a huge super king sized bed, a sitting room with a giant TV with all the satellite channels, and a bathroom that had to be seen to be believed.

The tub that was more like a swimming pool; the walk in shower was so large that you could hold a party in it, with spray nozzles covering the complete booth coming at you

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A Beach Adventure

2010-08-27T16:43:00.002-05:00

A Beach Adventure

Some time ago I had to travel down to Cape Town for business. As it was on a Friday, I decided to book my flight back for the Sunday afternoon rather than the same day so that I could spend the weekend down there. I have a small place in one of the little coastal holiday towns to the east of Cape Town, and my plan was to spend the weekend there to get some peace and quiet.

While I was sitting in the lounge at Durban airport, I suddenly heard someone calling my name. I looked up and saw it was a colleague who, as it turned out, also had an appointment in Cape Town. We ended up sitting next to each other in the aeroplane, talking about work-related things for most of the two-hour flight.

When we landed in Cape Town, we both headed for the rental car desk. Since our appointments were in close proximity and likely to be of more or less the same duration, we cancelled the one vehicle to save cost. I would drop her off at her destination and pick her up again later.

A few hours later, I'd picked her up after her engagement and we were headed back to the airport. I told her that I was not going to park the car, but just drop her off as I was heading further east to my holiday home. She was immediately very interested, asking lots of questions about the town and my place. Before I knew what was happening, she had invited herself along, and was already on her cell phone to the travel agent, changing her booking to the same flight as mine. I was not exactly over the moon with the idea. Although she was quite a pretty little thing, and I would be less than honest if I said that I've only had noble thoughts about her tight little body, we had never been anything more than colleagues. She was my subordinate by two levels, making any relationship not strictly professional undesirable. I had been looking forward to a weekend by myself to recharge my batteries, and now I had gained an unexpected and undesired companion. However, she was in such infectious high spirits that it was impossible to remain depressed.

We arrived at the house and before sundown, went for a quick stroll along the rocky part of the beach after opening all the windows and removing the dust covers from the furniture. We had an uneventful dinner at a small restaurant, talking mostly about work and the industry, as is almost unavoidable whenever two colleagues get together. After walking home, we retired to bed, with me taking the main bedroom and she one of the others.

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FLORIDA HEAT

2010-06-28T10:06:00.000-05:00

Helen wasn’t much when it came to being sexually adventurous. We had been married almost ten years and every year our sex life became less and less interesting. After some protracted foreplay, if I were lucky, she’d begrudgingly consent to let me fuck her in the missionary, so long as I didn’t take too much time. I got my rocks off, but she, more or less just lay there, showing absolutely no signs of life on her part, much less enjoyment. Afterwards, she’d complain that the problem was that my penis was too big or she was tired, or some other excuse.

She didn’t like to give head. Said it was disgusting. I promised not to cum in her mouth. She said no, it’s still disgusting. I tried cunnilingus, but she still said I was being disgusting. I told her to just relax and enjoy it. She didn’t enjoy it. Said my stubble chaffed her legs. To her disgust, I regularly jacked off in bed like a hormone-charged teenager. About the only thing she did like was a good tittie sucking. At the mere suggestion of anal sex she went ballistic, calling me a perverted animal.

We went to counseling, but after two years we were only poorer without any improvement in our sexual relationship. In an effort to break the ice that had formed between us, I seriously suggested that we vacation at a nudist resort. That got me no where. In frustration, I took to taunting her, telling her how I wanted to fuck her in the ass, telling her how I wanted to jab my dick down her throat, and telling her how I wanted to bring some buddies over to loosen up her cunt. I never really did any of those things, but my taunts only made things worse, if that was possible.

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My first naturist Holiday

2010-06-27T09:49:00.001-05:00

My first naturist Holiday
by Rose Eastmann

I love the summer, especially the summer holidays, My husband John has suggested trying a few days camping at a nudist beach. We talked about trying it last year but the girls, then ten and thirteen years old were a little unsure about it. So began a yearlong acclimatisation for all of us, we have never really hidden our bodies from our daughters, preferring not to run and hide if the girls ever walked in on us in the nude, and likewise the girls were ok if spotted by John or I. This was different, for the last year we have all agreed to be nude as much as possible around the house, we all still ran and dressed quickly if visitors came to call, but for the most part we have been nude for most of the year. We have a private rear garden and it only took a new gate, six foot tall and solid wood to offer total privacy and a sturdy lock, for security and we were all in the garden on any day that was warm enough for comfort. We all look so much better now too, even at the start of summer we are all a deep golden brown and careful choice of sun oil has left us all with very soft and moisturised skin.

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Wet

2010-04-20T15:21:00.001-05:00

Wet
by The Forgotten Princess©

I came home and showered. I always like to shower before I "play," spending some time preparing myself makes me feel very sensuous. This is not to say the occasional impromptu fuck doesn't turn me on. . .it certainly does. I think that is part of the fun of me, a man knows I am going to spend some time on myself, getting ready for him. I don't have to worry about feeding any kids or any other distraction to take away from me preparing for my lover. I will admit to being spoiled-- I have a shower full of all the "girlie" products guys hate to see, but love for a woman to use. I have a chair in my shower, so I can relax and spend as much time (until the hot water runs out) as I want. I keep myself hair-free. . .and I also pride myself on always being soft, plus smelling good.

That was one of our famous cold snaps, it had been raining and snowing that day. . .my friend has seen me dressed to kill with lots of make-up as well as "au natural." Since it was so cold, I skipped the heavy make-up (but my weakness is mascara and lip gloss) and wore a sweatshirt/nylon pants. Matching bra and panties. (I do wear panties when I want to feel x-tra sexy. . .some people find that hard to understand.) Then I was off.

I show up at his house to have fun. I think my friend is a bit shy, even though I have made it perfectly clear I am there for the sex. . .there is no "secret code" or "tests" he has to pass. If I am comfortable with a person, I relax. I had left my wet shoes at his front door. I took off my socks, and my friend started to massage my feet. This led to teasing me about my "short" toes. (My feet still look like those of a baby-- short, fat.) We fooled around a bit more, then I moved close to him. I try not to be overly-aggressive (I read in a men's magazine years ago men dislike women who are too aggressive.) I think he got the hint, and the touching part started.

My friend has a great sense of humor; I was asking him if he thought the matching bra/panties were sexy. . .his answer was. . . "I don't care what they look like, as long as the panties are down around your ankles!" I laughed. . .never heard anyone put it like that before! We were throwing our clothes all over his living room. . . when I did get my panties down around my ankles, he pulled them the rest of the way off with his teeth. Then, he dove (literally) into my pussy, licking me for all that it was worth.

Of course I was already wet, my panties were soaked. I kept tasting myself on my fingers, and on his tongue. . .but I tasted fine. He kept licking me, flicking my clit with the tip of his tongue, sliding a finger up my wet pussy.

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Waterfall Adventure

2010-04-19T15:18:00.001-05:00

Waterfall Adventure
by Rocket1010©

It was a hot summer and the weatherman did not forecast a break from the heat in the near future. Rick and Carol decided to get away from the heat and the hustle and bustle of the city for the weekend. Their decision to go camping in the mountains was unanimous. Rick had told Carol about a campground where they could view beautiful scenery and a waterfall.

Carol envisioned standing under the waterfall as stood in front of the mirror. "Not bad for a lady my age" she thought to herself. Her hands touched her breasts and slowly roamed over her nipples. She pinched the nipples and watched as they hardened under her touch. Her eyes closed as she thought about Rick touching and kissing her breasts. She imagined they were under a waterfall and his hands were exploring her body. One hand remained on her breasts while the other slowly trailed downward across her stomach to the top of her mound. Her fingers moved up and down her trimmed mound, then gently pushing inside. A small gasp escaped her lips when her fingers made contact with her clit. She rubbed gently against the little nub feeling it get harder. Her daydream seemed to come alive as she touched her body. Carol thought about how much she liked Rick touching and kissing her body. She felt her juices on her fingertips as she continued rub her jewel. Her body began to sway as her mind imagined the two of them making love. Opening her eyes she noticed the clock on the wall. "Damn I've got to get ready. Rick will be here in a few minutes,” she thought. She hated to leave her fantasy but she knew that the real thing would be much more fun. Carol decided on a white tank top, white bikini panties, jean shorts and sandals. Her nipples were still hard as she surveyed herself in the mirror. "I'm so horny I could jump his bones in the car,” she thought to herself smiling and laughing.

Rick decided to wear jeans and a blue T-shirt along with sandals for the ride to the mountains. As he drove to her apartment, he thought about making love to Carol this weekend. He pictured holding her close as they stood in the pool by the waterfall. His hands roaming over her skin as hers did the same to him. Rick's cock twitched a little as he imagined her hands slowly stroking his cock. His hand fell into his lap and rubbed his cock through his jeans as the image of making love sharpened in his brain. He thought of his lips on hers, then trailing downward to her breasts gently nibbling on her nipples. He could almost feel her insistent tugging on his cock as he kissed her soft skin. "It's been awhile since I felt her body. I can't wait until we get to the mountains,” Rick thought as his daydream continued. His cock strained against his shorts wanting to break free of its constraints. He was brought back to reality when he turned the corner and saw Carol standing outside waiting for him.

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Unexpected Nude Week

2010-04-18T15:17:00.000-05:00

Unexpected Nude Week
by jbsecretagent24©

We squeezed hands as the plane touched down in Belize City. Our spring vacation had finally arrived and after the hectic pace of the last few months we were ready for this getaway to a warm tropical place and a chance to relax and get in a little diving in the clear Caribbean Sea. It was an early flight out of Miami but that meant we were now on the ground just a little after noontime. The airport was fairly primitive and it took a bit of time to make our way through immigration and customs. This was further hampered by the apparent nonarrival of our luggage! Crap! Why does this always happen at the worst possible time. Never when you're headed home....no.....only when it means all your dive gear is missing in action and you're on a dive trip. At least we had our carry on bags....regulators, dive masks, computers, camera.

After filling out the forms at the lost luggage window we finally made it out of the arrival gate and saw our name being held up on a clipboard.

"Are you the O'briens," asked a young woman in a pleasant Hispanic accent.

"Sorry we were delayed," I replied. "It seems that our luggage has taken its own tour."

Frowning, the girl went back into the terminal to speak with one of the attendants.

A short time later she returned. "I've told them we'll be in touch by radio later tonight to see when your things might arrive. Aside from today's pick up day we usually only come back in to the mainland on Wednesday. We'll have to see what we might be able to work out. For now, we need to head on to the dock to get to the boat."

Our destination was Blackbird Cay. We found this resort through a dive magazine which reported outstanding reefs and beautiful tropical island feel. Located on an island that is part of the Turneffe Atoll, the resort is about an hour boat ride from the mainland in the Caribbean Sea. The pictures from the brochure showed individual grass roof palapa lined up facing the beach and ocean set back under tall palm trees. We tried to put the concern over lost bags in the back of our minds as our shuttle bus pulled up to the dock and we got our first look at the clear blue water. Clearly we were in the tropics. The air was thick with humidity but had the pleasant smell of the ocean.

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Tropical Heat Wave

2010-04-17T15:14:00.001-05:00

Tropical Heat Wave
by Rocket1010©

The drone of the plane's jet engines filled Rick's ears as it cruised at 39,000 feet in the dark night. He and Lynn were on their way to the tropic islands for a much needed holiday. Their work schedules conflicted the last few months and they decided that a holiday in a warmer climate was just the right prescription. Rick had mentioned their plans to their friend, Dave, whom they had not seen in a few months. The longer the conversation continued, the more Dave knew he also needed a vacation. Rick invited him to meet he and Lynn in the tropics where they could all vacation together and catch up on old times. When Rick told Lynn about this plan, she agreed wholeheartedly. Her first thought was of Dave and his large cock.

Though she had never made love to him, she had seen his cock by accident. Dave had spent the weekend at their apartment a few months ago. One morning she awoke early and when she opened the bathroom door, she saw Dave drying off from his shower. Standing naked in the middle of the room, she couldn't help but notice his cock hanging between his legs. She quickly murmured her apology for busting in on him and shut the door. They did not mention the incident but when her and Rick were in bed that night she told him of the incident. Her mind was filled of visions of Dave's cock that night as they made love. Rick noticed the additional intense lovemaking from his lover as she moaned louder than usual when she climaxed. Now that Dave was going to join them in the tropics, Lynn thought more and more about how it would feel to have his cock lodged in her pussy.

Rick looked around the half empty plane wondering when the airlines would begin to get back to normal. The economy was still struggling and with increased security at the airports, many people were deciding to either stay home or travel closer to home. He and Lynn were near the back of the plane in the middle section. There were five seats across the middle section and they had the whole row to themselves. Two people began the flight sitting in the same row but moved when they found they could either sit near a window or have two seats to themselves. Across the aisle on both sides, elderly couples slept during the late night flight. He was glad they decided to take the later flight since they would arrive in the early morning and it would give them a fresh start on the tropical island. He knew he'd pay for the jet lag but he figured he was on holiday and could sleep on the beach in the cabanas all day.

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Tit for a Tat

2010-04-16T15:11:00.001-05:00

Tit for a Tat
by UforMe©

I had just moved into a new house. I was really excited, since it was a great location and had it all, backyard pool, deck, the works. It also had a great neighbor. I had seen Tanya the first day I had come to look at the house. I almost bought it on the spot. She was working in her yard. She was wearing cut-off jean shorts that were so short, they might as well have been bikini bottoms. They showed off fantastic tanned, toned legs. She is probably five feet, five, and you could tell she worked out. Her ass was tight and high under those shorts. She wore a white t-shirt that she had tied just under her bust, showing off a rock-hard, tanned stomach.

It was what was under the t-shirt that really did it, though. I am a tit man, and Tanya has one of the most impressive racks I have ever seen. Her tits looked enormous, stretching the t-shirt in every direction. She had obviously been in the yard awhile and worked up a sweat, some of which was glistening down her generous cleavage. She looked over with great blue eyes and wiped away a curl of shoulder-length blond hair. She smiled and waved as I walked around the house with the agent. I managed to wave back, and couldn't get her out of my mind.

I moved into the house a month later. A few days after I had moved in, I heard a knock on my door. I opened it to find Tanya standing with a big picnic basket. I immediately felt blood surge into my groin. She was wearing a colorful wrap-around as a skirt, and a white bikini top, which was straining to contain her monstrous breasts.

"Hi! I'm Tanya, and I wanted to come by and welcome you to the neighborhood," she said, with a glowing smile.

I managed to say hey and invite her in. She had brought over a dinner snack and a bottle of wine.

"Why don't you share this with me by the pool," I said, trying to act as cool as possible. It was hard to do. I was having to adjust to hide a raging hard-on.

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The Valentine Beach

2010-04-15T15:09:00.001-05:00

The Valentine Beach
by R. Richard©

My wife and I got out of school and worked hard to build a good life. At first things went well. We worked hard and had a little success. We bought our own house. We had just started to taste a little of the good life, when the economy started to go bad.

OK, we worked harder and managed to get through the bad times. However, it sometimes seemed like all there was in our lives was hard work.

Finally, things started to turn around. Our early success came back several times over. All of our hard work had laid the foundation. We were now in very good shape financially.

Then, one night my wife sits me down and tells me. "Curt, we have lost some of the romance out of our lives."

I think on this and tell Cindy, "Maybe you are right. The last several years have been tough and maybe we worked too hard, although we had to work hard just to survive. I get the idea you have a plan for us."

Cindy then tells me, "Curt, we just turned 30. We have not had a real vacation in a couple of years. I am talking to part of our group and they want to take off Valentine's Day week and go down to sunny Mexico. There is a beach house for rent down there with warm breezes, margaritas, surf and sand."

Cindy's timing is impeccable. Outside the wind is blowing snow almost horizontally and the drive home after work has been a nightmare on the icy roads.

My mind goes into overdrive. I can see myself back in high school as big man on campus, the tight end on the league championship football team our senior year. Then, to the surprise of everyone, I take tall, thin Cindy to the prom. It seems that I am the first one to notice that Cindy is still tall, but not nearly as thin as before.

After school, I court Cindy and we get married. We then go to work and work damn hard. Cindy works at a gym until she learns the operation and then she buys the gym. She works hard to run the gym. If she wants to sell memberships, she has to look good. Thus Cindy works out regularly and she looks damn good. I take to stopping by and working out, so I can see a bit of Cindy when we both work long hours.

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Take a Walk on the Wild Side

2010-04-14T15:07:00.001-05:00

Take a Walk on the Wild Side
by Mistral Wind

I'd been married to Connie for nearly 10 years when this story began. I was 44 and she was 32. We had a beautiful daughter who was 4 year old. Connie's as gorgeous and sexy today as the first time I saw her in the perfume department of a large chemist in the City Centre 12 years ago.
She has fantastic thick shoulder length strawberry blonde hair and looks a bit like the actress Nicola Stephenson; especially her cheeky smile and freckles. If we won the lottery she'd like bigger boobs but I like them just the way they are -- 34b.....nice and bouncy and still firm enough for her to go topless on the beach (which really turns me on). I still play indoor football once a week and go to the gym two or three times; so I'm still quite trim for a guy my age.
It had become difficult to keep things fresh and exciting especially with Connie juggling a full-time job and being a wife and mother; plus our daughter is a bit of a handful. My job now takes me away from home 1 or 2 nights a week and I'm rarely home before 7.30 on the other nights; all of which leaves us both knackered most nights; but we still try our best to keep the spark alive.
We were at the dreaded stage that married couples fear most-- each week night was the same. When I was at home we would have a family meal; bath our daughter, put her to bed, make a coffee then sit on the sofa staring at the idiot-box in the corner while I massaged my wife's feet then bed by 11pm without the merest hint of sex.
On Fridays I'd sometimes go to the local pub and Connie would be in bed when I arrived home; drunk. On Saturdays we would go out with friends for a meal and drinks then after 5 minutes each in the bathroom we would have sex. Now -- don't get me wrong; it was always good sex. Think about it; my wife is young and gorgeous but.....but.....it was pretty much the same most weeks. I knew exactly which buttons to press and in which order to make her have a satisfying orgasm and I did.....every bloody Saturday night between 11.30 and 11.45!
In the previous couple of years I'd had a few opportunities for extra-marital naughtiness and had weakened twice -- once at a European Sales Conference in Bonn with a Swiss woman and another time in London with a colleague that was recently divorced. Neither was as spectacular as I'd hoped but great fun none the less!

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Strathmore Club

2010-04-13T15:05:00.002-05:00

Strathmore Club
by AugustMacGregor©

The beautiful blonde in the red Nissan 350Z flashed Matt a big smile, a cheery "Good morning," and a fantastic view of succulent cleavage as she leaned toward him. Every morning, it was difficult to tear his eyes off of her friendly face and bust and take the dollar bills from her hand.

Difficult, yes, but the blonde was a bright spot in Matt's otherwise monotonous job. The sight of her never failed to warm him from his groin to his face. Every morning, she lit him up like stadium lights. For the millionth time, Matt fantasized about squeezing her delicious tits while drilling her. The location changed—from bed to beach to the driver's seat of her Nissan to even fucking while standing up in his cramped toll booth. Wherever they did the deed, there was always the heat of her vagina and the heavy weight of her plump melons filling his hands.

In reality, though, he only said, "Hey there," smiled, and took her money.

She winked. For the first time. There it was, clear as day.

Matt thought, Huh? What was that?

But before he could utter any words, the blonde drove away from the tollbooth.

Watching the Nissan zoom away, he shuddered with excitement. Was she flirting with me? Hell, it was just a wink. She could've had something in her eye.

"Hey buddy, wake up. I don't have all day."

The voice cleared Matt out of his daze. Here was a guy in a navy suit sitting in a dark green Pathfinder. He had a smirk on his face as he jabbed two bucks at Matt.

"Sorry," Matt muttered as he took the jerk's toll money, and added it to the bills in his hand.

The guy gave an exasperated snort as if to say that now he was late for the meeting that would've clinched the company merger deal and would've skyrocketed him to a six-figure salary and the corner office.

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Spite Sex

2010-04-12T15:02:00.001-05:00

Spite Sex
by Stoney Beach©

I'd been going to Hippie Hollow for some time, and I'd seen a lot of different things happen. Most of the things in this story happened in the past, the park has changed, and I don't feel it would be something you'd be anywhere nearly as likely to see today. I really liked the situations where I was able to get involved or at least watch the goings on. But like everything else in this life you need some judgment as to when you should get involved.

Anyway, you can see some situations a few times and then you can start to be able to predict what might happen in five minutes, or twenty, or an hour or sometimes within a few hours or most of a day. Many of the predictable situations involve the use of alcohol or drugs . . . you can just see some things coming. You can especially see it when the jealousy monster rears its head . . . and it doesn't even matter whether it's him or her. Today's women seem just as able to get pissed off and stupid as the men do. If you were to combine the two add some jealousy, inexperience, insecurity with the party favors, things can get a little wild.

On this day I watched what I believed to be a couple that was new to c/o "beaches" (HH is on a lake-no ocean so no real beach) come down the paved road and take a place just below the first bathroom. They had a cheap styrofoam cooler with at least a 12 pack. He had hair down to his shoulders, a little scruff, and jeans shorts. She was a knockout; long brown hair to the middle of her back, nice tits 34C or 36B, long legs, a sweet swell to her ass, a few freckles, and jeans shorts too. They took a while to doff their duds looking around a little self-consciously. First his shirt, then hers, then after half an hour and a couple of bruskis there went his shorts, and after a couple of beers and twenty minutes her shorts too. Now they were both naked, soaking up sun and putting away those Buds at a pretty good clip. They had a little smoke too probably to reduce those nasty inhibitions and to relax them a little in a new situation and place.

Naturally the regulars picked up on the newbies right away. She would have attracted attention with her clothes on, much less naked. As the day wore on some of the regulars would stop by and make some idle chit chat as a way to get a better look at her. He seemed to put up with this to a certain degree, but you could sometimes tell it ticked him off a little too. After all, as is usually the case, there weren't a lot of gals stopping by to check HIM out. Sometimes, the guys would be really blatant about looking her over, moving to see straight up between her legs, and more than one showed the VERY obvious results-a boner some were over the six inch average. She wasn't exactly looking away when it happened either, she didn't make it easy for them, or encourage them after if happened, but she seemed perhaps amused or complimented,

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Nursie

2010-04-11T15:00:00.001-05:00

Nursie
by Susan2002©

I am a student nurse in a large hospital, and last week something happened that I cannot keep to myself any longer - I just have to tell someone. A young man called Simon was admitted to my ward. He had been in an accident, (fallen off a ladder), and had broken both his arms. He had also damaged bones in his shoulders and the plaster cast immobilised his arms completely. This rendered him effectively helpless and we had to do nearly everything for him. I attended to him for most of the day, and chatted to him about all sorts of things and got to really like him. Simon was quite good looking and I suppose that I did let the conversation between us get a little flirtatious. Nurses are supposed to be like that, right? Later in the afternoon he rang the bell and called for the urine bottle. I brought one to him and closed the screens around his bed. "You will have to help me," he said, looking rather embarrassed. "It's alright" I joked, "I've done it before!" I pulled the bedclothes down and undid the cord of his pyjamas to take his penis out and I think I gasped aloud at what I saw. I had seen many penises in my life, even before nursing, but I was quite unprepared for this. A huge shaft extended down his right thigh, as thick as my forearm; I had to pull his pyjamas almost down to his knees to reveal the head. He was circumcised and the knob was enormous, it looked almost as big as a tennis ball!

I was fascinated by the size of it, and could feel a hot blush spreading rapidly over my face. Far from being professionally competent I was reduced to the same fumbling idiot that I had been when I first started nursing. I tried to regain my composure but as I reached out to touch him I could see that my hand was shaking. I took hold of the shaft and positioned the head in the mouth of the bottle. It only just had room to fit inside! I couldn't look at his face as I held his penis; I felt certain he would see that I was getting very turned on by his amazing organ. I held him and waited for him to pee but nothing came - instead his cock began to get harder and lift upwards from between his legs. I made a futile attempt to keep the head in the bottle but soon he was pointing up into the air at about 45 degrees and it was clear that he couldn't pee at that angle. I put the bottle to one side and let go of him - his cock kept on rising and I stared at it, mesmerised as it bobbed and jerked. Finally I had to look at him; he was watching me, a sheepish grin on his face. "Sorry, Nurse," he said, "I can't help it." His cock passed the vertical and fell onto his stomach with an audible thud. I couldn't believe how big it was; it was easily as long as a 12 inch school ruler, and extended several inches past his navel, almost to his breastbone. I picked up the bottle again and pulled

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Much Better Than The Gym!

2010-04-10T14:58:00.001-05:00

Much Better Than The Gym!
by MRDeany©

As I steered my Audi into the car park a small, trim, mature-looking lady was walking out of the gym and I stopped the car to let her walk across the road.

She gave me a very pleasant wave and smile as a 'thank you' and, as I admired her very large looking bust which was only emphasized by how petite she was, I waved back and nodded in acknowledgement. Her pink t-shirt and the sports vest she was wearing over the top were both figure-hugging and in profile the outline of her breasts looked even more impressive. As she walked on away from me I then appreciated how cute and pert her backside was, also clearly defined by the figure hugging leggings she was wearing.

Disappointed that this sexy lady wasn't going to be in the gym, as a pleasant distraction from my work-out, I drove on and pulled into a free parking space only for the same woman to get into a top of the range BMW parked directly in front of me. The lady again smiled and I pretended to get something from the glove compartment just so I could watch her a bit longer.

She dumped her sports bag onto the passenger seat, pulled down the sun visor to check her self in the mirror, ruffled her from-a-bottle-looking blonde, shoulder-length hair and then appeared to put the key in the ignition. Aware that it was probably now obvious I was looking at her I reached round to pick up my own bag and as I turned round again the BMW literally jumped forward and knocked into the front of my car.

The lady looked horrified and after a brief pause jumped out of her car.

"I'm so, so sorry," she gushed, as I got out of mine and moved round towards her.

"It's my stupid husbands, stupid car, I'm only using it because mine is being serviced, and I'm not used to the gears, I really thought it was in reverse."

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Midnight Bowling

2010-04-09T14:55:00.001-05:00

Midnight Bowling
by Slickman©

Allan and Betsy had been married seven years without children when both realized their life sucked. They both worked long hours during the week but on the weekends found themselves home on most Saturday nights. It was at the library when Betsy saw the advertisement on the community bulletin board.

"MIDNIGHT BOWLING LEAGUE FOR COUPLES, Open to all couples who want to have fun and meet others. Private bowling after hours. Call 555-9455."

Since they had bowled in a small league after college Betsy called the phone number after she got home.

"Hello," a woman's voice answered.

"Uh...hi, I'm calling about the Midnight Bowling league."

"Yes, what did you want to know?"

"Details I guess," Betsy answered. "How many couples, how much does it cost and I guess how serious are the bowlers?"

"Right now we only have six couples but one couple is moving away. The cost is $40 per week and most of us are not very good at bowling."

"OK, that sounds great," Betsy said. "I'll need to ask my husband."

"Why don't you and your husband stop by our house and we can cover some of the other things about the league?"

It was a Saturday morning so Betsy knew they were bowling that night. "Can we just stop by tonight and watch?"

"No, I'm sorry. The building is locked for our league. We and the ball return man are the only ones in the building. Maybe you two can stop by after dinner tonight?"

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Melissa's Pool and the Guys

2010-04-08T14:53:00.001-05:00

Melissa's Pool and the Guys

By JoannaK

When I think of the particular days in my life which completely changed my sexual world-view, it’s hard not to recall the day I met Melissa. I'd seen her walking past our house several times, and eventually we ran into each other at the corner store, where we discovered we both liked the same chocolates, and we had gone to the same primary school and so on from there.

Melissa was 21, three years older than I. She was studying Human Movements at the nearby University of Queensland, the same institution I expected to join shortly. As we walked back together from the shop, since it was a typically hot and dry afternoon in mid-January, she invited me over for a swim at her house. My family didn't have a pool so I was glad to accept, and since I hated being held up by my parents while they asked me about where I was going, who I was going with, and so on, when we got to my house, I ran in, shoved my togs and towel into a bag, scribbled a quick note for my parents and ran out again.

I was wearing a singlet and shorts with sandals, sunglasses and a broad-brimmed hat to protect my pale complexion. In those days, it was common for me not to wear a bra near home, particularly in summer, and I rarely wore a shirt or blouse over the top of a singlet. Apart from comfort reasons, I was a late developer physically and didn't really look 'womanly' in my opinion until my late twenties.

Melissa, on the other hand, was immediately attractive to the male eye, with naturally blonde hair reaching well down her back and an impressive bustline which made her T-shirt stand out quite a way from her chest. She had beautiful wide blue eyes and I remember thinking she had particularly full lips. She also had remarkably long and smooth tanned legs over which she wore a tight denim skirt with sandals quite similar to my own.

Just before we got to her house, we passed two good-looking guys who looked like older uni students. They were also wearing sunglasses but as they walked past, their heads definitely swivelled towards Melissa. A few seconds after they passed, I glanced back to confirm they were also appreciating her rear view. This sort of casual perving from males used to drive me up the wall, but as I would soon discover, Melissa's attitude to male attention was very different to mine.

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Mandy's Addiction

2010-04-07T14:51:00.001-05:00

Mandy's Addiction
by kinpatsu©

I don't know why I do it. Somewhere deep inside me I know that it's wrong in some way, but I still go there. It's also not as if I couldn't have any boy I wanted. I'm not blind, and I can see the effect I have on them. There's always someone new asking me out and I always say "no". It's been this way since I was sixteen. Now that I'm in my third year of college I get those signals from even older guys Those sub-verbal cues that speak as loud as words.

I haven't put on a bra today as I leave the house; I really don't need one. My breasts are medium-small and sit high and proud. I've noticed that guys will look at them just as much as they do at girls with large breasts when I don't wear a bra. I found I liked to tease them that way, although I usually do wear one if only to conceal my nipples. They have minds of their own, and will come out to play for quite unexpected situations.

In fact, one time in high school I got sent home because of those nipples. The vice principle had a hard time explaining to me just why I had to go home, but he did manage to tell me I would have to wear some support if I wanted to come back. After that I usually did wear a bra, but when I didn't I generally wore a vest or a jacket that would allow them to peek out if I wanted them to, but could be concealed in an instant if that stuffy vice principle came around.

I live at my parents house now, for various reasons. For one thing it's cheaper than the dorm, but mostly it's because of this habit I have. Just outside our back yard is a deep, tree filled ravine that is owned by the city. They call it a park, but it's mostly just a wild area that would be difficult to build houses on. The city did go in and build a network of trails through it, thus justifying it's title of "Park." Although the legitimate trails were created and maintained by the city, there are endless smaller trails making a spider web of interlocking routes made by animals and children over the years. One of these begins in our back yard. I follow it out and into the gloom under the trees.

I am wearing panties today. I know for some guys it's a serious turn on to know that a girl isn't wearing any, but for my purposes it's better to have them on. Guys always fumble with bra clasps, but I've never yet had a boy who had trouble getting the panties off- even if I had to help a little. Today I don't really plan on keeping them on long, but if I don't give him something to take his time with it all goes too fast.

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Greek Goddess Nectar

2010-04-06T14:49:00.001-05:00

Empty Nest

2010-04-05T14:47:00.000-05:00

Empty Nest
by aprguy©

On the surface the two couples seemed to be too different to have much in common; but, as they say, looks can be deceiving.

Darren and Jane on one hand were the quintessential urban family couple. Expressive, vocal, involved, engaged -- the best way to describe them both was "Larger than Life". They coached, managed and volunteered countless hours over the years with the kids' sports. They were tireless fundraisers for charities and good-causes all over the place. Always busy, always doing, always larger than life.

Rob and Barb, on the other hand were much, much quieter. They kept to themselves, didn't makes waves, were great sports parents but preferred to keep in the background and keep their family matters more private. They were great people, just not "out there" like their good friends.

The only thing that these two couples really had in common was their kids -- the younger ones to be exact. Both couples had older sons that had completely different interests, but the girls, Catherine and Amy, met on the soccer pitch and started a friendship that spilled over to hockey and brought these two very different families together. As the girls grew up the two families had a great, comfortable relationship; never spending too much time together, but meeting up regularly to trade war stories as the girls hockey paths went in different directions. Darren and Jane appreciated the calm counsel and away-from-the-rat-race quiet that an evening with their friends brought while Rob and Barb loved to live vicariously through the couple that always seemed to be doing something.

But..change was in the air. The two boys had been away at school for a couple of years, but Catherine and Amy had just left home to go off to university -- both on hockey scholarships and at two rival schools about two hours apart and about 4 hours from home. While both couples figured that their kids would come home to live for a while after university (don't they all!), the four parents were all, at least temporarily, empty nesters.

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Caught

2010-04-04T14:44:00.001-05:00

Cape Town Getaway

2010-04-03T14:42:00.001-05:00

Beautiful Curves

2010-04-02T14:39:00.002-05:00

Beautiful Curves
by Julia K©

In hindsight, my divorce, combined with a new start in a new city, had probably left me somewhat emotionally vulnerable by the time I first met Lisa and her husband, Cameron. But whether or not that vulnerability was in some part responsible for the nature of our encounter, I'm not sure. In the end, I'm just glad it happened. It was a beautiful and exotic introduction to a new chapter in my life; a sexual re-awakening that I will always cherish.

Sometimes a single act can change who you are. Ever since last summer, I feel like a different person; a different woman.

Twelve months ago, I walked into an interesting-looking lingerie boutique in an upscale part of the city. Someone had told me it specialized in bras and swimwear for women with a larger bust. I'm twenty-seven years old, 5' 3", with auburn hair and hazel eyes. Though I'm a fairly petite size 6, I wear a 34E (or so I thought) size bra. Being so buxom has its advantages, but an easy to find and attractive selection of bras that fit properly isn't one of them. It's almost impossible to find something pretty in my size. It's either an incredibly matronly support bra, or it's incredibly ugly. Places like Victoria's Secret don't have a single thing for me, and caters to smaller cup sizes.

So it was a thrill to finally find a shop like, 'Le Belle Curve'. I was in heaven the moment I walked in! It had literally dozens of pretty-looking bras in my size, in lovely colours and fabrics. I had three bra and panty sets in hand and was looking around for the change rooms when all of a sudden I heard the loveliest feminine voice.

"Why hello, neighbour," said a woman.

I turned to find a very beautiful, somewhat familiar looking, woman smiling at me.

"I beg your pardon," I replied, sounding slightly puzzled, not sure where I'd seen her before.

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A Weekend In France

2010-04-01T14:32:00.002-05:00

A Weekend In France
by graynsam©

We have never been the type of people to be worried about showing our bodies. We have always walked about the house naked, even when the kids were still at home it was just as natural for them as it was for us.

Dave and I have always made love with the lights on, in just about every room in the house and, yes, of course we have fucked outdoors as well! I just do not understand how some people can spend a lifetime making love in the dark. We rarely shut our bedroom door and there were many nights when I think we might have had one or other of the kids as an audience but nothing was ever said, either then, or even now, years later.

I guess this all goes to show that I should not have been surprised at the following incident. In fact the surprise should be that something like it had not happened sooner. Now at long last our life was about to open up in a way that we had never imagined.

Anyway, I guess I had better get on with the story.

Over the years, one of our pleasures had always been visiting nudist beaches, wherever we went on a family holiday, and we always seemed to choose a destination that had nudist beaches. Now the kids are older, left home and have kids of their own, when they go on holiday they too end up at nudist destinations. I guess we must have taught the well over the years.

Dave has a good job and recently we have been lucky enough to be able to afford to choose destinations further a-field for our holidays - Caribbean, Mexico, and the Far East. But we still tend to end up at some place where we can get naked. Then we decided to take a long weekend break in Southern Brittany in France, stopping in a very nice four-star hotel. Our room was a mini suite, having a very a large bedroom with a huge super king sized bed, a sitting room with a giant TV with all the satellite channels, and a bathroom that had to be seen to be believed.

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She Needed Nude Models

2010-03-31T12:16:00.001-05:00

She Needed Nude Models
by zeke81©

My wife Angela teaches an art class for adults at a local adult learning center. She's been doing it for the past 5 years, and at the end of each term she has a week where the students get to paint or sculpt using live nude models.

For the past five years she'd used our friends Lisa and Tom, who themselves are very artistic and have no problem being nude, in fact they love it. They often take their vacations to nudist camps or nude beaches.

Well the latest session of the art class was coming to an end and the students were looking forward to getting to work with live models, but unfortunately this time Lisa and Tom weren't available as they were on vacation.

Angela called all around trying to find replacements, but she wasn't having much luck. Trying to be supportive I sat down with her and we talked about it.

"What am I going to do John? They're expecting nude models Monday night, that gives me two days, and I've already tried everyone I can think of." Angela says.

"What about your sister? She's always walking around wearing practically nothing anyway; it wouldn't be a big stretch for her to take the rest off." I said.

"Rebecca? I hadn't even thought of her. You're right, it wouldn't take much to get her out of her clothes, and she owes me a big favor after I helped her with some financial problems she was having two years ago." Angela said.

She went and called Rebecca. She looked pretty happy when she came back into the living room.

"So did she agree to do it?" I asked.

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Sands of Time

2010-03-30T12:14:00.000-05:00

Sands of Time
by glendale22©

Our trip to the Caribbean was planned for our 20th anniversary. With a couple of kids who were old enough to take care of themselves for a while, Sue and I left for the warm weather and sandy beaches. We also left for the fulfillment of a wish. That wish came true in ways I could not have anticipated.

When we were dating, the days of rock festivals was already passing, but you could still catch a screening of Woodstock on campus. We both loved the music, of course, yet I was enthralled by more than that. I could not get the skinny dipping scenes out of my mind. Sue would tease me about my fascination with this idea, and she would claim that she would gladly strip off and jump in the water with me. The problem was that we were so land-locked. No ocean for hundreds of miles, no lakes with open beaches within three states, no secret swimming holes that anyone had ever heard of.

My suggestion for this trip met with mixed feelings from my no longer young, teasing lover. She liked the idea of getting away to someplace warm, someplace new to us. And she liked the idea of being on our own and catching up on some romance that we had let slip away in the rush of jobs and kids. And she then caught on to the fact that I was pushing for a stay at a resort with a "clothing-optional" beach.

"Still got the hippie fantasy, don't you?"

"Why not? We're not so old."

"You think I'd look okay in the nude on a beach?" As she asked this in our bedroom, she was undressing to put on her nightgown.

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Our First Soft Swing

2010-03-29T12:12:00.001-05:00

Our First Soft Swing
by mannydcamp©

Before I start you have to understand that neither my husband nor I had any intention or even conversation about swinging before this vacation. We are married now for 10 years and have two kids. As most couples with kids after a family vacation there wasn't much time or money left over for just a couples retreat, so we hadn't planned on any good one on one time for us. Our neighbors of 5 years Peter and Tina were in the same situation as we were with two kids and a somewhat limited budget.

Peter, Tina, Manny and I has gotten pretty close over the years, with kids same age and living next door we had enjoyed each other's company for barbeques, dinners out, movies etc. They are a great couple and have similar tastes to ours. They were always a little bit more adventurous then we were, Tina had told me a couple of stories of visits to nudes beaches before they had kids. Nothing sexual had ever happened between us other then a little kidding around on occasion.

Well one day last month I got a call from Tina telling me that Peter had been given the use of a huge beach house in Virginia that belonged to a client of his companies that apparently had a few bucks. She asked if we would like to join them, as the trip would cost very little and they knew that we were dying to go away without the kids this summer. I felt kind of awkward but she kept insisting saying that we would split the car expenses and buy groceries and take turns cooking so we wouldn't have to eat out ever night. I said I would ask Manny and let her know.

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Awakening of Mrs. Anjelina Wright

2010-03-28T12:05:00.001-05:00

Awakening of Mrs. Anjelina Wright
by acerider©

It started with a simple question.

"What does swinging mean?" I asked.

I sat at my computer on a Saturday morning wearing sweats and a wrinkled T-shirt.

My husband, Bill, was reading the newspaper at the kitchen table.

"What?" he asked, a surprised set of eyebrows poked over the top of the folded black and white page.

"I'm surfing the Internet and up pops this ad about swinging. It's clearly an adult ad and," I glanced somewhat accusatorily in my husband's direction, "it's not the first time I've seen this particular ad pop up"

I sat cross-legged and must've looked as naïve as a schoolgirl.

"I delete it every time, but..." I continued. "You really must load some parental controls. Anyway, I've just never heard this word before, that's all."

"Angelina, Baby, you're serious?" Bill asked, now putting down his paper, his broad, athletic shoulders showing beneath his worn-thin college T-shirt.

"Serious as a heart attack."

In so many awkward words, my husband calmly explained swinging to me. He said it was for liberated couples, who choose to share partners, usually with other married couples, to spice up their sex lives. He said sometimes committed couples, once they're settled down and have all the children they want, might decide to indulge in some swapping with one or more other couples, just for fun.

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Sleepy Acres Resort

2010-03-27T12:02:00.000-05:00

Sleepy Acres Resort
by PrincessErin©

"You're such a spoiled brat. You expect me to comfort you because he dumped you! I lost the love of my life four months ago and my only daughter, my only child, didn't even have the decency to show up for her mother's funeral. Get out!"

George spat out those words then took three steps back. His hands on his hips emphasized that he meant what he said. He had had enough of her and no matter what was right he didn't care anymore.

"Your stuff is in the car already. You can have the piece of shit."

George glared at his daughter as he nodded towards the 1993 Chevrolet Cavalier. It was falling apart and wasn't reliable enough to not break down on the highway. He grabbed a cigarette from the pack on the counter and lit it with a lighter that was next to it. Breathing in, he enjoyed the feeling of the nicotine filling his lungs.

"Goodbye sweetheart."

George gave his daughter an evil smile before turning his back on her and walking back into the living room. Good riddance he thought as he flipped through the hundreds of channels. He was sick of her attitude and behavior the last few months. Ever since her mother had died, things had gone downhill.

Amanda, stunned at what had just happened, stepped off the cracked cement steps of what was once her home and walked towards the car. Her feet crunched against the dead grass and the tall weeds brushed against her bare ankles.

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Sleepy Acres Resort

2010-03-26T12:02:00.000-05:00

Mixed Nude Sauna in Europe

2010-03-25T12:00:00.001-05:00

Mixed Nude Sauna in Europe -by Racqel©

My boyfriend, David and I on were on our way back to Australia flying on Swiss International. We were to switch flights at Zurich but had a few hours between flights to play with. We decided to explore the city rather than stay at the airport.

We got to the centre of Zurich. It mid Sunday afternoon and all the shops were closed. Apparently the Swiss don't do business on Sundays. We walked the streets and came across the first place that was open - a modern gym and spa facility.

A lot of young guys and girls were going in so we followed. We paid 30 Swiss Francs, were handed white towels and entered to find saunas, steam rooms, relaxation beds and spa pools and a gym.

We looked for the change rooms. I thought I was seeing things when a totally naked girl, who looked in her twenties, walked right past us to enter one of the many saunas.

"I think this place is clothing optional." I whispered to David walking behind me.

He had this naughty grin on his face with his head still turned back towards the sauna the girl had just entered.

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Barmouth

2010-03-24T11:58:00.001-05:00

Barmouth
by Rupert Harris©

My name is Rupert and my wife is Helen, we are a 49 year old, slightly overweight, normal middle-aged couple. We have a healthy but not spectacular, sex life engaging in nothing out of the ordinary. This state of affairs changed four weeks ago, following our 30th wedding anniversary, when our sex life became spectacular and extraordinary.

We booked into a hotel that we used to use for dirty weekends when we were courting more than 30 years ago in Barmouth on the North Wales coast. We walked into the room and I felt the thirty years slip away, within minutes Helen and I were in bed making love.

After any sex Helen is a better person, less likely to get grumpy, full of fun, the lift in her mood is tremendous. After this session she was more bright and alive than has been for a long time, I too felt like a teenager. We had planned to go to Shell Island in the afternoon, where we used to camp both before we were married and when the kids were small and money was tight but it was already 4 o'clock.

We got dressed and decided to go anyway and have a walk along the beach. We got down onto the beach at about 5 o'clock, chatting and laughing at the most trivial things, everything was great, life felt really good. The beach at Shell Island (which isn't really an Island) is very busy near the camping area and car parks and thins out the further you walk towards Barmouth, about six miles away. As we arrived people were streaming off, it had been a hot, windless August day and was set to be a lovely warm evening

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The Boy from Next Door

2010-03-23T11:56:00.001-05:00

The Boy from Next Door Author: Raingirl

I was panting like crazy as I stole back into the back door into my kitchen. The lights were still off as I peeked across the fence to see my best friend Amanda flip on the lights in the kitchen and set down her purse. I was barely able to escape out of her house without being discovered. I licked my lips and savored the remains of the semen at the corners of my mouth as my hand went up under the hem of my short nightie and I rubbed my slit and fingered my pussy as I watched to make sure Amanda didn't suspect anything.

I guess you must be wondering what I'm talking about. You see, it all started about eight months ago. I'm Susan and I work for a real estate company and I was at a two day conference at a town about two hours north from where I live. The other girls from my firm were substantially younger than me and one of them, Barb, was celebrating her 24th birthday. After several hours of dull classroom time and seminars about real estate law and understanding financing, four of us decided to take Barb out for a fun evening.

Jill and Mary drove us to a "Ladies only" nightclub where we were set up in the front row for the beginning of the floor show. Similar to that scene in the movie "Mr. Mom" there were several guys dressed in business suits and briefcases on the dimly lit stage. As the lights started to brighten, the three young men began to strut around the stage and shedding their suit coats, their ties and then their pants and white shirts until they were all clad in only a male-version of a G-string.

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On The Sand At Night

2010-03-22T11:54:00.000-05:00

On The Sand At Night
by 1gearhead©

I own a small hot rod shop in southern California. Not a big place, just 8 bays. I have two guys working for me and we have probably eight or nine cars in to work on at any given time. The work is really fun. I enjoy it immensely. Some times though the customers can drive you crazy. And the government, fuck them! Seems like every federal, state, county and local government agency is trying to reach into you pocket or put you out of business. And if there isn't enough already they seem to always be trying to come up with more shit to harass you with. Being a small business owner, especially in Southern California is a bitch sometimes. I still get up every morning and go to the shop. Like I said, I like what I do. I put in 10 to 12 hour days six days a week and often go in on Sunday for a few hours if there is something that I need to get done.

Once in a while I just have to do something to relax and relieve the stress. That's when I discovered walking on the beach. Not during the day but and dusk as the sun is sinking into the western horizon. It's beautiful, serene and relaxing. The sound of the surf, the warm wet sand under you feet, the gentle sea breeze, the smell of the salt air, it's almost over whelming. There is a small beach not far from my shop that few people frequent in the evenings. The beach was very busy and crowded in the daytime, but virtually no one was there in the evenings. No houses on the shore line, as it is a state park. I guess you are not supposed to be there after dark, they close the gates to the parking lot and lock them. I found a place at the north end of the beach on a side street where I can park and after crossing a rock outcropping gain access to the beach. There I can walk and meditate by myself. Once in a while I will pass someone else, but not often. I go there about 3 or 4 times a week. It really helps me, lets me think and get things sorted out.

After I had been visiting my beach as I began to think of it, for a few months, I noticed a lady a few years older than me also walking. Sometimes we would meet approaching each other sometimes walking the same direction but a little distance apart, not wanting to invade the others space.

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A Trip to the Beach

2010-03-21T11:51:00.001-05:00

A Trip to the Beach
by Paul44©

Rachel looked at her naked body in the mirror. She cupped her breasts feeling their weight as they rested in her hands. Then she allowed her hands to explore each inch of her skin, as she did so her eyes devoured the details and she seemed to think deep thoughts as she did so. This examination was not sexual but rather it was to gather information for her peace of mind.

Had a man watched her he would have told her that for a woman of forty-two she looked hot, if he was naked he might have pointed to his cock which would have been semi-hard. He would have combed his hand through her mouse-brown hair and looked into her brown eyes and told her that she had the softest and most seductive eyes he may have been lucky to have seen, that her lips begged to be kissed and that the dimples on her cheeks were just lovely.

Sure she had boobs that were a little soft and spongy but she wasn't a twenty year old and they hadn't dropped to her waist. More he would have loved to wrap his lips over her prominent brown nipples and devour them, By now he would have been very aroused and would have wanted to get her to bed. He might have traced the stretch lines over her belly, evidence that she had given birth to two children but the belly itself was hard beneath the skin. Her hips were full and curved delightfully about her trimmed bush of brown hair. The woman might have laughed as the man kissed along the outside of her hips and she would have remarked that she worked hard at the gym to stop her body from getting fat.

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Old Man, New Business

2010-03-11T12:47:00.001-06:00

Old Man, New Business
by Scorpio44©

Over the years lots of things had changed in my life. Marriages had begun and ended, kids grown up and left home, houses bought and sold, eyesight got worse, and my once fit body betrayed me. Here I was at 61 with only one vestige of my youth, my sex drive.

And, because of medical problems, I couldn't get a hard on to save my life.

I spent about two years being depressed that fucking and making love were no longer what they used to be. I was also a bit depressed because the company I worked for was going through some downsizing pains and it looked like I was next. I had lunch with a friend, Julian, who was downsized out of an eighteen year career two years ago.

"Find something that brings in a little cash and you enjoy." That was the sum of his advice.

I went home and shared it with my wife. She said she'd think about it and no more was said for a few days about my impending downsizing.

She came home from work on Thursday afternoon and said, "You aren't going to believe what I volunteered you for!"

"Volunteered? I need a paying gig not a volunteer position."

My wife sat across from me at the dining room table and said, "I volunteered you to do a half hours work and get a hundred dollars!"

"A hundred dollars for half an hour? I wasn't worth that when I was nineteen!"

"Yes, you were. But when we were nineteen I didn't have the hundred."

"So who do I have to kill?"

"Let me tell you the story." She looked at her watch and said, "We have time."

"Time?"

"The story. A friend at work has been dating a man for a month or so and tomorrow night she plans to seduce him for the first time. She knows that he loves smooth skin and she wants to be silky smooth for him."

"What does this have to do with me?"

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Travelling Road Show

2010-03-10T12:41:00.001-06:00

Travelling Road Show
Eskimo1958

Summary: The story of Sheila and Herb, a quick introduction to how they got into swapping partners, and then how they spent their thirtieh anniversery with some loving friends and guests.

Keywords: M/F, M/FF, swing, anal, inter, group

My name is Sheila Carpenter. I'm forty-nine years young, and a healthy five-seven, one-hundred sixty pounds. I've a great set of c-cup boobs that show little sag for their age. My hair is brunette, and I normally wear it shoulder length. My hubby of thirty years, Herb, is four years older than I, six even and weighs in a bit over two hundred. Now, I'm, not going to lie and say he has a ten-inch schlong. I'm tired of reading stories about where the guys are always eight-inches and bigger. This is bullshit! Most guys are around six inches, some an inch or two bigger, some maybe an inch shorter. Even thickness is average! So, with that, my Hubby is just above average at six-point-five inches in length, and the average diameter of about two inches.

Now, you're probably wondering why I know so much about men's cock size. Well, it all goes back to 1972. Herb and I had just celebrated our third year of marriage, and the birth of our second of two boys, our last child. We were living in an apartment complex in suburban Detroit, just getting ready to start building our dream home on a quiet cul-de-sac. Herb was in his third year with a large corporation, one he stayed with unitl he went out on his own, successfully I might add, in 1983.

Anyway, back to the apartment complex. There was a lady about his age, her name was Jean. A stunning five-seven blonde goddess. A true homewrecker if you ever saw one. For some reason, she decided to make Herb her target. She was a year older than I, and I already had delt with women drooling over my Herb's good looks. But I quickly found out that she was doing more than drooling. She was actively stalking and chasing my man. At first, I was furious, but then, I watched, as my Herb put up a fight, not giving in to her lust, or his own.

Then, it hit me. Why not teach this bitch a lesson? So I did. Herb didn't realize I knew what was going on. So when I had a talk about it, he was rather upset. He was saying this woman was always around, making suggestive comments, and grabbing his butt on occasion. Nowadays, that would get a lawsuit thrown your way. But me, being a bit fed up with her, and still nursing my three-month old, decided to give her what she wanted, and more.

The look on Herb's face when I told him to go for it. He thought I was joking, until I said I would send the kids to my parents for the weekend, and we could confront the bitch together. He looked at me a bit funny when I said that, then I explained. I wanted him to bring her to our place, under the guise that I wasn't home. Then, I would come in on them, and humiliate her.

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Threesome in Paradise

2010-03-09T12:39:00.001-06:00

Threesome in Paradise
by JamesSD©

Lindsey woke at 11:30 a.m., groggy but not hung over. Her boyfriend Steve was passed out, naked, on the bed next to her. Lindsey shook him gently, but he didn't stir. There was a used condom on the bed, and she vaguely remembered him fucking her for a brief period before passing out the previous night.

Despite being conventionally attractive, reasonably sweet to her, and in good physical shape, Steve wasn't the best lover. He often drank too much, and was incorrectly convinced he was great at eating her pussy. Lindsey supposed she should be glad he was always happy to go down on her, but in reality he was average at best. He was only able to get her off with his tongue when she was particularly horny, or imagined Colin Ferrell while he did it. She had faked an orgasm or two just to protect his feelings.

Lindsey took a quick shower to clean off the smell of sweat and alcohol. As the water poured over her body she began to feel more human. She had a brazilian wax before the trip, and rarely had to shave her legs thanks to her laser removal. Being smooth and hair-free always made her feel a little more sexy and feminine. Lindsey played with her dangly new navel piercing a bit while drying herself off. She glanced in the mirror and suddenly sighed, wondering if this was all there was in life for her. A mediocre job and a mediocre boyfriend. 'At least I'm still pretty hot,' she thought to herself. Her body wasn't as fit and solid as it had been when she played University soccer on scholarship, but she had maintained a good level of fitness in the two years since graduating college.

During sex, Steve didn't touch or caress her enough, focusing only on her boobs and pussy before fucking her. Sex rarely lasted more than 20 minutes all together, and that was if she spent ten minutes of it sucking on his modestly sized dick. Not that Lindsey thought size mattered much. She had very good sex with her previous long term boyfriend, who was quite average, and her other encounters had also been of men of similar endowment. Her enjoyment of sex was independent of size, and usually she'd been able to get off via intercourse in a number of positions. But for some reason with Steve the only way she could come was riding him so that her clit rubbed just right. It often took some effort, and Lindsey only had the patience a small part of the time. Generally she just masturbated on her own or after Steve passed out.

Steve's company had paid for the awesome suite they were sharing with Lindsey's best friend Steph and her boyfriend Trevor. He'd won some sort of promotion and gotten free airfare for the both of them to San Juan, Puerto Rico and rental of the immense cabana for a week. Upon seeing the brochures and talking to Steph they agreed it would be more fun if they all went, and Steph and Trevor bought their plane tickets the same day.

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The Small Hotel

2010-03-08T12:36:00.001-06:00

The Small Hotel

It was a very hot day out that afternoon. Laura found was fidgeting with her fingers and waiting impatiently in the office chair for the arrival of her last guest for the week-end. It also happened to be her first six months anniversary at her new job and, as such, she definitely noticed the humidity of the room more intensely than usual. There would be no other guests.

She had bought this little hotel and was planning to make it great success over time. Laura had a pretty good idea about the kind of clients she wanted to have frequenting her place. Her sex life was somewhat lacking and her vibrator was getting a lot of use.

The afternoon passed by slowly, the relentless heat never seemed to subside. The sun was just upon the horizon and nearly out of sight when she leaned forward and looked out through the open blinds, sighing heavily.

"When is he coming?" She sighed. Laura learned about Marc over Internet. She’d invited him to come and see her small hotel when visiting the area. She also had a hidden agenda, a plan about future cooperation with the mysterious naturalists community.

While waiting, Laura decided to consult a vibrator she had in a drawer in front of her. She felt her pussy becoming moist and warm in response to the object which gently massaged her pussy through panties.

She turned the vibrator to its second setting, feeling the increase in its speed instantly at the entrance of her moist and slippery pussy. Her breathing was now loud and erratic and her chest rose and fell almost rhythmically. Laura's pussy lips were also wonderful, being shaved and perfect in shape.

There was a big mirror in the lobby; she was able to see her self-pleasure, and at the same time looking towards the still empty parking lot. It wasn't long before she heard a car outside. She didn't have to time to finish her duty.

She swallowed and averted her gaze, folding her arms tightly across her chest. There was a long pause. She looked a little more relaxed.

After waiting for what she considered an eternity, she finally stood from her chair and walked over to entrance to see a car arriving, parking and a good looking man stepping out, grabbing his bags from the trunk and walking towards the entrance.

Laura felt her pussy rub up between her almost soaked underwear with each squirm of her legs, her wet lips trembling for the same stimulation she had brought to her clit with the wonderful toy. She hurried back to her desk at the reception.

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The Health Club

2010-03-07T12:35:00.001-06:00

The Health Club
by Zoltar©

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Once upon a time, in a suburb far, far away....

Dave couldn’t believe he was doing this. Would this work? Would they laugh at him? Or worse would he get arrested? Could you arrest someone for a proposition? With his stomach in knots he walked into the health club.

This was not just a health club. It was a nudists club, health club; swimming pool all rolled into one. Dave was not the sharpest tool in the shed, and he was low on cash, so he had devised this plan to get him a free membership at the club.

‘Hi’, Dave said, as he met the receptionist.

‘Hello, how can I help you?’, the receptionist smiled. She was a cute blond maybe 19? 20? It seemed as if they had sprayed her uniform on. A real tight shirt hugging those marvelous breasts. And wow, make no mistake; there were two fine nipples just barely recognizable under the material. There were perfectly placed.

Dave snapped back into reality. ‘Ahh, I am interested in becoming a member here’.

With an ear to ear smile the receptionist looked him over, and said, ‘Great, have a seat over there and the next available person will give you a tour of the complex..’ Dave sat down and read some of the magazines on the table. It was your typical waiting room, magazines on the coffee table surrounded by to plush couches.

Five minutes later, some old guy came out of the back; the receptionist pointed to Dave and said something. Dave’s heart sank. ‘Dammit’ he thought. Just my luck. Ohh well, fuck this. Dave was about to leave when, the old guy said ‘ Na, I’m going on break right now. Barbara should be here any minute. She can give him the tour’.

Almost on cue, a lady walked into the club. The receptionist said, ’Speak of the devil’

‘Hi Guys’, Barbara said. She was a middle-aged woman, just your typical looking suburban lady. She was, large boned, but not fat. Not ugly but not hot either. Although, she did have a sensuous quality about her. And in fact Dave began to notice that she had a fairly impressive rack, but she was hiding it under her business attire.

Barbara punched in and talked with the receptionist for a bit. Then she walked over to Dave and smiled. ‘Hi, my name is Barbara. I’ll be showing you around’.

And with that they were off down the hall. They made small talk as she showed him the health club, basketball, racket ball, tennis courts etc. It was a top notch facility. Then as they made there way to the lounge Dave was shocked. There were naked and semi-naked people everywhere. However, one thing that struck Dave as odd was that half of the ladies had some type of clothes on but most of the men were nude. Penises, testicals and pubic hair on display. But it seemed ‘normal’. It was weird.

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The Gentle Breaking of the Waves

2010-03-06T12:32:00.001-06:00

The Gentle Breaking of the Waves
by Caroline Covington ©

My exhibitionist experience at a nude beach ignited a collection of intense erotic fantasies, the most vivid being to make love on a deserted beach. Despite its cliché nature, my husband needed very little persuading to help me live out my yearning. Fortunately, at that time we were living in a country virtually ringed by beaches, so we were confident that we'd find a private strand of sand for our little adventure. Maps, population densities, and weather forecasts soon became constant but welcomed topics. We also discussed timing, realizing that a weekday would be best for our purpose.

With our plans laid, we picked a day. The weather held, so we prepared for our outing that morning, beginning with a phone call to our respective workplaces to report illness and regrets. We packed our car with a blanket, towels, beach umbrella, books, and a cooler of food and drink; we intended to stay the entire day. A swimsuit each was also included in case we failed to find a private enough beach. We set out early, around 8 a.m., in hope and anticipation. The drive itself was uneventful. Conversation was muted, with both of us lost in our own thoughts.
The general location we chose was about a 90-minute drive, too far to scout for a specific spot. We were to rely on chance. In the event of failure, we'd console ourselves with at least a pleasant drive in the country and some sedate tanning on a public beach. The area we picked was on a sparsely populated peninsula, with cliffs on its west coast. The plan was to descend the cliffs and hopefully find an isolated stretch of sand.

Eventually, we arrived at a promising area and parked the car. After a brief look in the woods, we found a trail leading to the cliff's edge, so we returned to our vehicle to collect our belongings. In addition to our backpacks, I carried the umbrella, and he the heavier cooler. So the two of us trundled down the path and soon came to a set of wooden stairs that descended the cliff and deposited us onto the seashore.

The beach wasn't crowded, but we needed an expanse of sand with no one on it but ourselves. Although the cooler was heavy, my husband suggested that we head along the shore to the left, toward the visible headland. At the outcrop, we scrambled over rocks to find a deserted cove of sand. Instead of stopping, he wanted to keep going to see what was beyond the next jut of land. I didn't protest, as I wanted to be as far away from the other beach-goers as possible. So we traversed to yet another headland, hoping that beyond it lay our beach.

Luck was on our side, presenting us with a beach that we thought existed only in our minds. In front of us lay a wide, long, empty stretch of sand that was protected on all sides. For my own peace of mind, we went to the far end of the beach. If someone were to stray onto our private cove, we'd have enough time to dress and feign innocence.

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The Deep Throat Club

2010-03-05T12:29:00.000-06:00

The Deep Throat Club
by JackCummings©

Sharon began to plant soft kisses against Nikki's nearly bald pussy, which sent tendrils of pleasure through her erotic form. Peter's cock pointed directly into Nikki's mouth, and he looked down at her beautiful body from above as he began to sink his huge flesh deep into her throat, which encased him with love and adoration. Nikki loved the way Peter tasted. His cock was warm and so beautifully thick as it buried into her throat, lubricated by an equal mixture of his own copious pre-cum and Nikki's saliva. The position of Nikki's head, hanging over the edge of the bed, allowed for deep throat penetration that made it feel to Peter as though he was actually sinking his huge cock into her tight pussy. This excited him and his thrusting became all the more determined. He could see the outline of his massive flesh swell inside her slender throat and Nikki swallowed every inch of him, her lips wrapped tightly around him.

All this time, Sharon continued to eat at Nikki's soft, moist pussy, her lips and tongue lavishing pleasure to Nikki's very essence. Her tiny pussy was so hot and excited as Sharon went at it, that it was only seconds before Nikki began to cum. Her body trembled and released all that warm, cascading pleasure. Laying there, Nikki knew that it was definitely a combination of Sharon's mouth and the fact that Peter was rhythmically burying his trophy of a cock into her throat, thus satisfying her deepest and most feminine cravings.

The stimulation Nikki was feeling was beyond incredible and she knew Peter was looking down at her flushed, beautiful body, admiring her large, firm tits and her nipples, which stood out so hard and proud that it just coaxed her to tighten her throat around Peter's huge, stiffened cock. All she wanted was for this man to feel the pleasure that she was feeling at that very moment, and her lips tightened further into a moist, erotic ring that worshipped at Peter. His ability to hold back was amazing, as Nikki knew just how stimulating this position and attention was to a man. This was how she had first learned to deep throat really big cock and had been with very few men who could hold off as long as Peter, especially considering the intensity of the way he was thrusting that flesh into her obedient throat.

Nikki began to cum again when she felt Peter's cock stiffen one last time and she moaned from deep in her throat, creating an incredible friction against Peter's rock hard urgency. Her eyes glazed closed and her lips tightened to the next level, worshipping Peter with every ounce of sexual devotion that Nikki had beating in her heart. Peter groaned loudly and Nikki knew she about to be rewarded for her efforts. Peter pulled his huge cock from her pursed lips and stroked at it with his fist. Nikki's small, soft hands, which reached out behind her, rubbed up and down on his taut, muscular thighs as her lips and tongue played at Peter's massive balls, teasing and tugging at them.

Nikki sensed Peter buckle a bit and with a deep, masculine grunt, he began to shoot big, arcing ribbons of his boiling cum all over Nikki's hot flesh. The first rope was the most copious, reaching all the way down her body to splash Sharon's face as she ate at Nikki's pussy. The next three pulsing squirts soaked Nikki's belly and glistened all over her incredible breasts. His cock seemed to be spasming, as it emptied still more of his pearly essence all over her beautiful face, which Nikki could feel slowly dripping down onto her neck. Nikki's tongue continued to lick and lap at those heavy, masculine balls. Peter just looked down at her, and used his fingers to rub his cum into Nikki's face, making sure he fed her a bit more in the process.

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The Beach House

2010-03-04T12:20:00.001-06:00

The Beach House
by davidw61©

We have looked forward to meeting for a long time Diane. You and I on the Gulf Coast of Florida. We have three days where all we have to do is sleep, eat, watch TV, and make love and we will both enjoy all three days of it. We have borrowed a fantastic beach house from friends of your Mom's and we are both excited about spending these three days together.

The beach house is just the right size; only two bedrooms but we really only need one and we are only about 50 yards from the beach. We get there and you give me the grand tour since you have been here before and I haven't.

I am very impressed with it and look forward to spending the next few days here with you. It is late when we get there. We start out by lying on the couch and cuddling together. You ask me would I like to take a walk on the beach together. Of course I say yes.

We head to the beach but first you grab a blanket. I ask you what the blanket if for you and your only reply is "You will see." I take your hand and we walk down to the beach. You look so beautiful in the moonlight and I feel so lucky that I am with you tonight.

We get down to the beach and you spread the blanket out and you invite me to join you. We lie down on the blanket and slowly start to kiss. Our tongues are dancing together, tasting each other.

I slowly start to undress you; first I remove your top and then your bra there. I gaze at your fantastic tits. I suck on them, going back and forth from nipple to nipple. Slowly sucking and biting your nipples. Then my tongue makes it way down to your tummy that I love so much.

I stop and French kiss you belly button. Then I slowly remove your shorts and panties. I keep working my way down to your beautiful shaved pussy. I kiss and lick it, teasing you. Slowly I put my tongue where you want it to be on your clit. You moan louder and louder and then come with my tongue in your pussy. You look at me with those beautiful eyes of yours and say, "Fuck me David".

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Swingers

2010-03-03T12:12:00.001-06:00

Swingers
by Slickman©

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Jed Atkins and his wife Emma had recently downsized and had moved into the new patio home development about two months ago. They were both in their late forties and were ready to settle in and enjoy life after kids. Most of the other folks in the community were slightly older than they were but all of them were very nice and friendly. Especially their next door neighbors Jack and Sally.

"I tell you I don't trust him," Jed said to his wife as they looked over at Jack sitting on his patio smiling at them.

"He's just being friendly," Emma said, sipping on her hot coffee.

"Friendly!" Jed proclaimed. "Squeezing your ass at the barbeque is a little more than friendly."

"He's harmless," Emma laughed. She felt good knowing her husband was jealous because most of the time he showed little emotion or affection towards her. Maybe things would pick up in the bedroom she wondered. She thought back about the barbeque and how Jack had cornered her in the den while everyone was outside and how he slowly slid his hand down her upper back to her waist. She gasped when his fingers slipped lower over her round buttocks and gently squeezed them. She was so shocked she just looked at his smiling face and walked quickly away from him. It was later that night when she mentioned it to Jed. He wanted to call the man out at that moment but Emma calmed him down.

"I wonder how he would like it if I squeezed Sally's ass." Jed puffed.

"Well she does have a nice ass," Emma giggled.

"I wouldn't know," he lied. He had admired both Sally's ass and firm breasts since he first met them.

"Yeah right," she smiled.

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"I can't believe you just touched her like you did." Sally said to her husband as they looked at Jed and Emma across the small bunch of shrubs separating their two homes.

"I thought you wanted to get to know them better." Jack commented.

"As friends," she injected, "our swinging days are over." They had not swapped spouses with anyone for almost ten years.

"I thought you enjoyed swinging?" Sally thought about the four or five times they traded off with the couples in their last neighborhood. It had started innocently enough at a swim party until they all had too much to drink. The women soon removed their tops and the men made sure to touch as many of the soft mounds as they could in the dark pool water. She was not aware that Jack had entered the house with another woman until she found herself alone with one of the men.

"We shouldn't do this," Sally told the man as he pushed his hard-on against her bikini covered ass. The booze and his closeness were quickly lowering her resistance. His bulge felt so big and so hard against her.

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Sun Burn

2010-03-02T12:10:00.001-06:00

Sun Burn
by cj8000©

Spring has arrived at our house in California. All of a sudden there is a ton of activity to do outside. I won't complain though. In fact, I thoroughly enjoy yard work. After a winter of cold and rain coupled with the last five days of sitting at a desk and staring at a computer screen, muscling the mower and digging in the dirt is refreshing exercise. So, I got up early on Saturday to get a formidable dent into the chores. I needed to mow and go through the annual check of the sprinklers to see if any were damaged by the handful of below freezing days from February.

I decided against shorts as the wind was still chilly. Jeans, t-shirt, and a sweatshirt were the apparel of choice. But, as the morning wore on and the sun got higher and hotter, I lost the sweatshirt and I rolled up the short sleeves of my faded t-shirt. It was a gorgeous day and it held so much promise.

My wife, Kate, was to take the kids to a birthday event. She waved and got my attention. I let go of the bar on the mower and shut the engine down. I heard birds in the absence of the machine. Kate looked fantastic. She was dressed for the casual, social outing in her black tank top, jeans, and sunglasses. I love it when she accentuates her large breasts and doesn't try to hide them. Her dark hair was pulled back in a ponytail. She hollered from the deck, "Josh, I'm taking the kids now. I'm not sure I'll be back much before dinner. So, you're still gonna bbq, right?"

"Yeah, as soon as I'm done mowing I'll come in and marinate the meat. Should I bbq the artichokes, too?"

"Please do. Pasta Salad is in the fridge. I'll call you later when I know more about what time we'll be home," she stated while wiggling her pink cell phone out in front of her.

"Cool. I have a ton to do. But I'll try and finish up early enough to start dinner," I lied. For as soon as I'm done with the lawn and the sprinklers, I intended on opening a beer and taking a nap in the sun. Some solitude and quiet was the real agenda, not more chores. Besides, I was way to white. I needed some sun on my skin.

"Thank you," she said with the 'you' trailing into the house and out of earshot.

"Later," I said to nobody and bent down to restart the mower. It took two pulls to restart this old thing. It isn't the best mower, but it works. I looked up to see the kids through the sliding glass door, grabbing their wrapped presents, and bouncing toward the front of the house to go to their party. I examined how much mowing I had left and leaned into the handle. It took me about 25 minutes to finish what remained. I pushed the mower back into the garage and closed the garage door.

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Separate Vacations

2010-03-01T12:03:00.000-06:00

Separate Vacations

by RLM

The lights were low, the live band was excellent, and the drinks delicious and strong. All of these were trademarks of Richard's Club where Kent and Raquel Korting were enjoying an evening out with their very good, long-time friends, Steve and Darla Laurent. Kent and Steve both worked with the same firm, Steve as a production engineer and Kent as assistant sales manager. Darla taught English at the community junior college while Raquel was an executive assistant in one of the city's most prestigious law firms.

The two couples were in their mid-thirties, and each had an upscale life style due in large measure to their excellent combined incomes. Kent and Raquel's two children, Carol 14 and Hal 8, were enrolled at the same private academy as Steve and Darla's children, also a girl and a boy, Sherry and Bill, about the same ages as the Korting's kids. Both couples owned two cars. The Korting's were partial to Japanese cars, so they had a Lexus and a Camry. The Laurent's preferred German-made automobiles like the Mercedes and the Passat they drove.

The couples lived close, but not in the same neighborhood. Each of their homes were large, spacious, and beautifully furnished. Neither could have been purchased for less than $400,000. Everything was going extremely well, or so it seemed. But nothing is ever perfect. In fact, if it were, human beings would always find some way to make it less so.

But on this particular Saturday night, both couples were having a great time as the liquor flowed and they enjoyed each other's company.
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"Where do you and Kent plan to vacation this year?" Darla inquired of Raquel.

"Who the hell knows. I can't get a decision out of Kent. He says "anything is fine with me".. and also.. "anything you want to do is ok with me". He says stuff like that every year, so I have to make the decisions, and of course, whatever I decide ends up not pleasing him so much."

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Play Time

2010-02-28T11:59:00.001-06:00

Play Time
by Mary Thomas

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A husband and wife have a weekly 'play time,' that escalates from private play, to making a video and 'leaving' it for someone to find. Then they going to an adult bookstore and play with strangers through glory holes. (MF, exh, voy, bi, orgy, swing)

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My name is Mary and I can't believe what has happened to me over the past few weeks. Until recently, my husband Phil and I were the perfect couple pursuing the American Dream. We have two teenage kids, a boy and a girl. We're juggling two careers, me as an operating room R.N. at the local hospital and Phil as an engineer at a large manufacturing plant. We owned the big house in the suburbs with a pool, the two cars – you get the idea.

We're both in our late 30's and we work at keeping ourselves fit and our lives fun. I'm about 5'5", 120 pounds and I have dark blonde shoulder length hair.
I've got 36C breasts, with dark pronounced nipples courtesy of childbirth. My husband has a dark complexion and black hair that has that distinguished peppering throughout. We both had several long relationships before we met and eventually got married. Nothing wild – the usual college romances.

Our marriage is strong, and we work at keeping our sex hot, or at least warm. At least once a week we schedule a 'play time' and go to bed early and lock our bedroom door. About once a month we try to arrange to have both kids out of the house, spending the night with friends or relatives. We both try to remain open to new things and regularly watch videos, and use toys on each other.
Phil likes to lube up an 8" realistic latex dildo and pound my pussy with it for about a half-hour, taking me through a couple of orgasms.

When he thinks I've had enough, he slides his cock into my loose, well-lubricated pussy. He talks to me as he slides in and out, fantasizing that he is fucking me after two other guys have fucked me hard and come in me. I usually have another orgasm and I'm imagining actually doing that and what it would feel like.

I love to suck Phil's cock for as long as he'll let me until he just has to roll me on my back and slide it in. I love running my tongue around the thick, dark rim of the head of his penis. I can tell when I'm getting to him because he literally starts getting hotter in my mouth. His pre-cum starts leaking into my mouth steadily and his breath quickens. About once a month he'll let me finish him in my mouth. After bathing the head of his cock with his load of cum as he softens, I roll the tangy mixture across my tongue and swallow, sitting up just a bit so he can watch me.

Phil is also very anally oriented. We have a smaller dildo, more of a butt plug actually, that we like to play with. He particularly enjoys having me lube it up and insert it while I'm sucking his cock. He says the effect of the pressure in his ass adds to his pleasure when he comes. I've tried it too, but I don't get it.

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Playing Around at the Ski Cabin

2010-02-27T11:55:00.001-06:00

Playing Around at the Ski Cabin
(M+F+, wl, swap, size)

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Take three couples away from their kids and the summer heat and put them together in an isolated but luxurious chalet in the mountains for a week. All sorts of things might happen.

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Sacramento is miserably hot in the summer. George had no idea how miserable it would be when he started working there last fall. But as summer rolled around he started complaining to his coworkers about the heat.

"Patty and I hate this heat," he said one day in the company cafeteria. "If we'd known it was going to be like this I don't think we would have transferred here."

Several people laughed and assured him he'd get used to it. But Al had a suggestion for him.

"Why don't you take a week off up in the high Sierras? It's beautiful up there in the summer, and the temps are just pleasant."

"You mean like rent a hotel room at Tahoe?" George asked. "There's two problems with that. Patty and I don't like being cooped up in a single room for a week, and besides I couldn't afford it right now."

"Ah, but I've got the perfect answer to both those problems," Al assured him. "My wife and I are 1/3 owners of a ski cabin near Mammoth. In the winter we rent it for a wad of money any time none of us are up there. But in the summer it mostly sits empty when we aren't using it. We could rent it to you for a week for about what you'd spend at a Tahoe hotel in one night. And this is definitely no single room. It's got three bedrooms, each with a private bath, a huge living room, a fully stocked kitchen, even an indoor spa. Heck, you could go up there with some friends, split the rent between you, and you'd be living for next to nothing. The wife and I went in together with two other couples to buy the place. There've been several times that all six of us have been up there at the same time, and we don't feel a bit crowded."

Before the lunch was over, George and three other guys had tentatively signed up for a week apiece. That night George described it to Patty, and she was immediately enthusiastic.

"I'd love to get out of this sweat box for a week. We could take the kids and make a family vacation out of it."

"True," agreed George, "or we could leave the kids with your sister so you could have a real vacation."

"Umm, that would be nice. Mary and I were telling each other just yesterday how much we wished we could have a vacation away from the kids."

"Hey," George tossed in, "we could even take Bob and Mary along with us. Al was saying the place was huge, that it had plenty of room for three couples. And if we shared the cost it would be even cheaper."

"Three couples? Is there really room for that many people?" Patty asked. "If so, I'll bet Tom and Helen would be interested, too. At least I know Helen would. She was saying the other day that she feels like she hardly knows Tom any more, with the kids always underfoot."

"OK, let's invite Tom and Helen as well as Bob and Mary. We've all done things together before, and we've never had any problems getting along with each other."

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Pet Project

2010-02-26T11:53:00.001-06:00

Pet Project (MMF, exh, orgy, reluc, intr)
by Coyote

Pet Project
(Chapter 1)

Summertime was their favorite time of year, so much so that years ago Rick and Pet decided to make Florida their permanent home. Right off the bat, the two had decided that, although they enjoyed Missouri, they were made for a warmer climate. After all, the Florida Keys was there favorite vacation spot, and Orlando seemed an ideal location. They had done a good job at raising their two kids who are now grown and off to make their own ways in the world. It was now reward time for Rick and Pet, no kids, freedom to come and go as they please, travel, eat out, and explore new lifestyles that hadn't been "permitted" within a family structure. One of the best things they had done was plan for the future by making wise investments in both the stock market and themselves. They realized that when the time came, all the money in the world wouldn't make them happy if they weren't physically fit to reap the benefits, so they kept themselves in excellent shape. They had made it through the family years in good shape, and now they were ready to take on the world with a bright, fresh new attitude and bodies to match.

Rick was a fit as a man could be, healthy, strong, and with the enthusiasm of a twenty year old which belied his actual age of fifty. Pet had more than kept pace through constant exercise and an active lifestyle. Not a person in their right mind would guess her actual age, but everyone would peg her to be in her thirties. Her 5'4" 115 lb. frame was merely the vessel that was adorned with pixy blond hair, green eyes, slim waist and breasts that still defied the pencil test. Together, they were a match made in heaven and kept intact through their own care and respect. The most unique thing one might say of the pair is that they never grew up, which is a quality that every one envied.

In recent years when the kids were weaning themselves from the nest, more and more time became available for Pet to work on herself, and to discover her own many moods, adult likes and dislikes, and tastes for adventure. She had been a mother, housewife, and respected long time employee of the state mental health system as a teacher, and her plans for semi-retirement were working out nicely. Rick had always wanted a boat, but was still working towards his early retirement, and Pet had always wanted a cottage. Since Pet was now free of the constant presence of kids, they made the most logical choice of what they would get first. Pet got her beach house, but at least it was on the water where Rick could dream about his perfect boat. Although they settled in central Florida, the beach house would allow them a perfect escape whenever they wanted, and the best part was that they could get away to a place where virtually nobody knew them.

Pet had quit teaching and planned on taking the challenge of writing novelettes for women's magazines. She was quite good at it, since she slanted her work to the largely forbidden side of women's fantasies of sexual encounters. She thought to herself, "Why not? We've got a new life, new beach house, and are making a new set of friends. I can be any one that I want to these people, so why not live a fantasy life?" Her exposure to frequent counseling material allowed her to amass a huge resource of insight into the male point of view, and most often, the viewpoint centered on the aggressive male psyche. Pet made her relatively boring job exciting by allowing her mind to play fantasy games with the various patient cases, gathering material for her stories, and lacing the story line with an unusual blend of male and female perspectives. Her writing success came from the fact that her stories were so real and life like. The reader had a hard time believing that this was fiction, and usually wound up preferring to get lost in imagining that the stories were real.

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Nude in Mexico

2010-02-25T11:51:00.002-06:00

Nude in Mexico
by sambones88©

I am the luckiest man in the world. First, I have a great life, and an even better wife. Yes, Wanda, my wife is the fabulous looking woman you see at the church bake sales. She’s always dressed nice (conservatively). Her hair is always styled. Make up is minimal, but yet perfect.

My heart still flutters when I see her. It flutters when I see her at church functions, it really starts racing when I see her in lingerie, (even though she doesn’t wear the real suggestive items), and it is full strength full speed when I see her nude.

She’s brunette, 31 years old, 5-8, 125 pounds, and fills a 36C bra very nicely. I’m still not sure what happened to bring us together, but I thank my lucky stars for whatever it was.

Wanda was brought up in a very conservative family and she fully inherited her parents’ conservative ways. I, on the other hand, was more of a wild child. I had my share of flings, relationships, and crazy times. Wanda would listen carefully to some of my stories, shake her head, smile, and remind me that she is just too conservative to do “anything like that”.

I certainly took all the thoughts of seeing my wife dressing very sexy or being naked in public and put them WAY AWAY in my mind. I didn’t mind, after all, I could see her in and out of her clothes. Again, I’m a very lucky man. Too bad for the rest of the world.

We booked a 10-day vacation in Playa del Carmen, Mexico at an “all inclusive” resort. It was recommended my one of my friends. It is a “stand alone” hotel on the beach, with virtually no neighbors for miles. I was looking forward to taking long walks on a beach far far away from home.

As we were packing, Wanda asked me if I liked her new swimsuit. She held up a white two-piece swimsuit. I was shocked. She always wore a one-piece conservative suit. I smiled. I didn’t want to over-react and scare her from bringing it. I bit my tongue and told her that it would probably look stunning on her.

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Nite Swim

2010-02-24T11:48:00.002-06:00

Nite Swim
by Nightswimmer©

As Allen stepped out of his car, the Florida night wrapped itself around him, hot, sticky, thick. He reached down for his briefcase and felt his shirt, so recently cool from the air conditioning, peel slowly away from his body as a drop of sweat rolled down the inside of his arm. It had been a long evening getting the report finished, but now all he was thinking about was the cold beer in his refrigerator.

Walking across the apartment parking lot, he heard the sound of a boom-box coming from the pool. He cut across the clipped grass toward the sound and saw the small group sitting at pool- side, beers in hand, talking in the night. He smiled, wondered how long they would be there, then walked around the corner and let himself into his apartment.

Within moments he was down to his silk boxers and socks, reaching into the cold refrigerator for the beer. He sat down, flicking on the television to catch the news as the air conditioner came on; he leaned back into the pillows, focusing on the cool air rushing over his body. After the news, he slid open the glass door and, tilting his head, listened for the sounds of talking and music by the pool. All he heard was the traffic behind the front row of buildings and the steady chirping of crickets throughout the complex. He smiled, and figured it was a good time to take a quick swim before climbing into bed.

Without bothering to pull on a swimsuit, he wrapped a towel around his lean body and put the shirt he had been wearing back on. He knew from past nights that he would have the pool to himself, and could enjoy the silky movement of the water over his naked body. He walked briskly but quietly across the short expanse of grass, the only noise as he entered the pool area was the soft squeak of the gate hinge. He walked in the shadows, avoiding the glare of the solitary floodlight, making sure he was alone. Once he had been embarrassed to discover a couple in the shadows, after he had gotten out of his shirt and towel and was stepping into the pool. Now he checked the pool and all the chairs before beginning his swim.

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Naturalist

2010-02-23T11:46:00.001-06:00

Naturalist
by Verythick06

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The wife and I spend a weekend at a nudist camp. (MF-
cpls, bi, asian, exh, voy, swing, orgy)

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We arrived at the nudist camp at 2pm, we had driven all morning, and we were exhausted. Jim, the camp manager met us at the door with the key to our cabin. Angela hit the showers and I fixed us some badly need lunch. When we had both showered and eat, we took a nap. We have been here before and know that the first weekend opening party will last long into the night.

I awaken with my wife sucking on my cock, she just smile, telling me that we both need to take the edge off. At a nudist camp it is expected to see a semi hard man but is not acceptable to walk around with a boner all the time. There is plenty of sex but not in public. There are people there 9 to 90, so therefore one must be discreet in ones sex play.

Don't let me mislead you there is a lot of sex that goes on it's just not in the public area with kids around. As matter of fact my Angela has fucked a couple of the men here and has eaten or been eat by four of the ladies. She is a beautiful lady, 5'9, 165, 38D, awesome long legs and a wonderful smile. She is only 35 years old and looks more like in her twenties, with a cute short hair cut that makes a man want to run his fingers through it.

After waking me up and getting my cock nice and hard, she straddled my manhood, she was soaking wet, and she gets that way sucking cock. Taking her big beautiful breast in hand, I attacked her pierced nipples. Taking the rings in my mouth pulling them till her nipples were size of erasers, she rode me like a bucking bull. With her nipples in my mouth I felt her pussy began to tighten, signaling her impending orgasm Her hand flashing over her engorged clit as she sat down hard, driving my cock into her depths, she began a rolling orgasm that lasted for five or six minutes.

As she came down off her orgasm she fell to the side of me trying to get her breath, sometimes she has passed out after a large orgasm. Laying her on her back, I straddle her breast with cock in hand stroking myself, she loves to watch a man jack off, and she likes to see him squirt his load. She pushed her breast together asking me to cum all over her nipples.

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MY GIRLFRIEND'S NUDIST PERVERTED FAMILY

2010-02-22T11:44:00.001-06:00

MY GIRLFRIEND'S NUDIST PERVERTED FAMILY

After going with Vicki for several months, she decided that it would be a good time to meet her parents and family. They lived in Huntington Beach and I guess they made pretty good money. Vicki was a 20 year old blond babe with fairly large tits which she liked to show off. She stood 5'4" and weighed around 105 pounds. Her hot little pussy had a tiny growth of real blonde hair on top but she kept the lips smooth and shaved. In fact, it was this fact that had attracted us to each other at Black's Beach in San Diego.
When she had noticed that my cock and balls were smooth, she walked over.
Just by her gaze as she talked to me, my dick had started to stir. She must have liked that because we went out one week later. She had even called me first. Within two weeks, we were fucking regularly. She also knew all the kinky stuff that I wanted to try one day.
It was a hot August day as we pulled into the private gated community.
Each house was set apart from each other by a wooded strip. When we walked into the very big house, Vicki told me to meet her out back by the pool. I found a bathroom and put on my speedos. I followed the sound of people and walked out to the pool area. I was kind of startled to see Vicki wave to me, wearing nothing but her golden tan skin. Her parents were laying in lounge chairs by the pool, also naked.
Her dad was around 6'2" 200 pounds of muscle. Her mom was a babe. I guessed she was in her late 30's to early 40's but what a bod. Long legs, big tan tits just like Vicki's and blue eyes. And, a smooth shaved pussy that was all tan. I wasn't sure how to react but Vicki came over and took my hand.
"Come on" she giggled as she led me to the chairs. "This is my mom and dad, Jeff and Diane".
I knew these people. Then it hit me. They were porno stars of the 80's.
They had been pioneers in the bi-sex videos. I had jerked off to their films and now I was going with their daughter.
"Glad to meet you" her dad said and gave me a firm handshake. "Why didn't
Vicki tell you not to bring a suit?".”She told us she met you at a nude beach and we have been nudists for years".
"Vicki, did you do this on purpose just to tease him?" her mother smiled at her daughter. "Take his suit off for him".
"I can do it" I mentioned.
"Nonsense" said her father. "In our family, the women take off the clothes".
Vicki started to push my hands away and tug my suit down when her father stopped her.

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The Neighbors

2010-02-21T11:39:00.002-06:00

The Neighbors
by Craver

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A couple new to the neighborhood are invited to a
swinger party. (MF-couples, bi, swing)

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When June and I moved into our new neighborhood we were pleased by the reception we were given by our new neighbors. Several of them stopped by to offer assistance on move-in day, and a couple of the women brought over sandwiches and beers for lunch. We were very grateful, and that night I mentioned to June how sexy they all seemed. June agreed, remarking that even she could get turned on by Samantha, the buxom blonde who lived next door.

"I mean, who wouldn't find her attractive. She has a perfect body, lush lips, beautiful face, and friendly smile, not to mention those incredibly sexy eyes," June said. "I bet you'd like to fuck her if you had the chance, wouldn't you." I admitted I would, and we fell asleep with our own private thoughts about our new neighborhood.

The next day Sam, her nickname, stopped over and invited us to a "little intimate get together" that evening. We were still busy unpacking, but said it sounded fun.

"Oh it's fun alright," Sam smiled seductively. "If you're open minded enough. Hope we don't shock you too much. We're a very friendly neighborhood, as you'll soon find out. By the way, June. Wear something casual, but sexy. See you tonight."

"I wonder what that was all about," June said quizzically.

"Guess we'll find out tonight," I said, wondering the same thing, while secretly hoping Sam meant what I thought she meant.

That evening, while getting dressed for the party, June said, "You know, Rick, I think Sam was trying to tell us something about this party tonight." I asked her what she meant, and she said she thought our new neighbors might be "swingers." We talked about it, and surprisingly both agreed it could be fun. June and I are both career professionals, each married for the second time, with no kids, or plans for any, and a little sexy fun sounded like a nice break from the routine of corporate life.

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My Holiday

2010-02-20T11:36:00.002-06:00

My Holiday

1.
This is my story of a holiday I took a couple of years ago. I had planned to go with my then-girlfriend for our 2 year anniversary until she decided that she didn't want to be with me anymore. She cited reasons like she had "never been good enough for me" and that she "needed to be free" but I knew that it was basically because she didn't find me attractive any more and that she had a crush on one of my then-friends. If I'm being honest I don't think that she ever really loved me but that's another story. This one starts in Palma airport in Majorca in late September. Like I said, I had planned to go with her till she dumped me. I'd already arranged time off work so I figured I could either cancel, and get hardly any money back, stay at home and stew over things, or I could just go on holiday on my own. So I decided to on my own.

I arrived at my hotel to find that the weather was not what would be expected; in fact it was like I had brought the British weather with me. To top it off, my resort was out in the middle of nowhere and full of couples. Basically this holiday has just gone from bad to worse. For the first few nights I just sat at the hotel bar and got drunk in the evening, whilst during the day I either walked around the immediate area or sat reading in my room. Finally on the 4th day the weather picked up briefly and I decided to get the bus to S'Arenal to try and find some 'fun'. I went to the beach and found that their were lots of young people around, but again mostly couples. However, I persevered and stayed there till the evening, hitting a few bars and trying to meet some new people, with some disappointing results.

I had finally given up thinking that I could have any fun on this holiday, resigned and sat on a wall next to the beach. I heard footsteps behind me but didn't really take any notice till the person sat on the wall near me and asked for a light. Almost automatically I reached for me Zippo before realising that I didn't have it with me. Turning to the person I apologised,

"Sorry, I don't ..." Whatever thought I had running through my head at that moment suddenly left as I was confronted by what I can only describe as the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Now I'm exactly ugly, but this woman was way out of my league. I'm about 5'8 with short brown hair and blue eyes with an athletic build that I've worked hard to achieve, I take care of myself but I was not gifted with the good-looks of a movie-star for example. This woman would out-shine Angelina Jolie and she was talking to me. I couldn't really tell because was sat down, but she looked taller than me with brown hair that covered her shoulder and framed a beautiful face with piercing green eyes. Her figure hugging outfit revealed a slim yet curvy frame, with breasts much larger than would be expected for her frame and long toned legs.

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Our Holiday Visit To A Nudist Camp

2010-02-19T11:31:00.002-06:00

Our Holiday Visit To A Nudist Camp
by ARGEE©

My name is Jerry and my best friend is Colin. We were travelling through Germany on a wonderful holiday with our wives - Ruth and Colleen. We had been on the road now for just over a week and have seen all the tourist sights in Germany and are now relaxing for the next couple of days prior to moving on to Canada. We had all been very good friends for many years and always enjoyed each others company whether on holidays or at home. I am 30 years old and my wife, Ruth, is 27 while Colin is 31 years and Colleen is 28 so we are all about the same age group.

The girls decided to go and do some serious shopping on this particular day and so we were left to ourselves to decide what to do for the day. It is a rare occasion for Colin and myself to be allowed to run free for a whole day.

Whilst we are the best of friends and have been on holidays together before there has never been any thoughts of swapping wives or doing anything like that - in fact we have been very courteous and polite to each over and we have a lot of respect for each other.

We decided to visit the tourist counter which was set up in the lobby of the hotel. We are not very good at speaking German but we can usually make ourselves understood after a while. Fortunately the clerk who was manning the counter spoke very good English and so we were able to converse with him without difficulty. When we asked what he would recommend we were asked a few questions and then he launched into a list of recommendations for the day. We had seen many of the things he was suggesting and Colin chanced to make the remark - most of these things seems to be very dull and boring, do you have anything which is exciting and very different which we might like to visit. The clerk smiled at us and then, with a flutter of his eyelids, and a bit of flourish of his hands, he asked if we would like to see something which is very naughty?

We didn't know what to say because we didn't know what naughty might mean. He elaborated for us by telling us he could arrange for us to visit a nudist camp which welcomed visitors and we would be made most welcome. We asked why he was recommending this place and he told us he was a members at the nudist camp and if we wanted something a bit naughty he assured us we might find some very willing girls who would make our visit most enjoyable! We looked at each other and wondered what the other thought about extramarital sex! I had played around just a tiny bit but had never told Ruth about it. I was also sure Colin had also played around so I started the ball rolling by saying, "Well, I wouldn't be against having a look at this place and we could just let happen what ever happens!" This clinched the deal and we agreed to visit the nudist colony! It was only a short distance from the hotel and was easily accessible by taxi so we agreed this would be where we would go for the day. The clerk gave us some coupons and told us what to say when we got there and what we should do to feel comfortable.

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The Couple Next Door

2010-02-18T11:27:00.002-06:00

The Couple Next Door
by magmaman©

I spotted the delivery truck as I turned the corner and headed down the street to my house. I was glad to see someone moving into the house next door, It had been vacant for most of the Winter and Spring.

Even though the owner did come by and mow and clean up from time to time, the place seemed to look like needed attention all of the time. There was one Blackberry bush they kept missing that grew through my fence, I had to keep cutting it back. So some livein attention would be great.

Our neighborhood was a row of middle class homes, most with tidy front yards and large back yards. We all pretty much knew each other, at least enough to wave and stop and chat when working outdoors on weekends. There were a few block parties, too, often people would show up that we didn't know. A few of the parties got a little naughty, we usually left before too many clothes came off though.

I pulled into my driveway, glancing sideways at the little Dog that came running up, instantly jumping up on me before I could even get all the way out of my car.

"Bosco!" I heard a woman yell. I looked up and a pretty dark haired woman was heading my way, intent on capturing her wayward pet.

I looked her over as I scratched the mongrel's ears, she was pretty, about 35 or so, even the streaks of sweat didn't detract from her looks.

I also noticed the nice bounce in her breasts, obviously unencumbered beneath the simple white T-short she wore. She had no way to hide the motion, they were full but not overly large for her 5'4" frame.

She bent over and grabbed what I took to be Bosco, I noticed the nice curve of her buttocks in the shorts she wore as she did so.

"I'm sorry, Bosco has no manners at all!" she said with a trace of a laugh in her voice.

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Nude Cruise

2010-02-17T11:25:00.001-06:00

Nude Cruise
by Happy Husband
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My wife finally agrees to go on a nude cruise and has more fun than she thought.
***

Over the years I have fantasized about my wife Wendy having sex with another man but never really thought it would happen. A little background about my wife. We have been married 24 years. She is an elementary teacher, Sunday school teacher, Boy Scout troop leader and local chairwoman of the cancer society's fund raising events in jour town.

She is 46 years old, 5' 7" and around 135 pounds. She did weigh around 180 but after last summer’s cruise, she started walking and exercising and is now proud of her body. My parents say she resembles Dana Delany of China Beach. We have an 18 year old and a 12 year old. She was not a virgin when we married and admitted she started having sex in the 11th grade.

She had a few encounters in college and even let her cousin and his friend fuck her one night after a party where she was drunk. She is not a prude but is not wild. She will flash herself in public, go without underwear and she and I went to a bed and breakfast that had a clothing optional pool. I have mentioned to her after we have had a few drinks and we are horny that I would like to see her fucked by another man. She usually plays it off but one time about 10 years ago she made the comment in the heat of passion that if she did, the guy would have to wear a condom. I had a vasectomy 11 years ago.

I had mentioned to her about taking a nude cruise. At first she was adamant that she would not go. Last summer we took a family cruise and several days after our return, she told me she had been fantasizing about going on a nude cruise but was not sure if she could go through with it. That thought consumed my thoughts for several weeks and I finally booked a nude cruise. I did not tell her until two months before.

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No Longer Strangers in Paradise

2010-02-16T11:23:00.001-06:00

No Longer Strangers in Paradise
by kenkx©

Two couples arrive at Playa del Maya, an adult's only resort near Cancun, Mexico, on the same day a few hours apart.

Dan decided to take a week's vacation to get away from the complications that had entered their married life when, months before, the boss caught Dan manipulating his sales numbers. Bill, the boss, threatened to fire Dan unless Dan and Jill agreed to allow him to spend the night with Jill. Finding no way out of their problem, Jill finally agreed to the arrangement, rationalizing that it was just one night and wouldn't mean anything.

Dan watched his wife with Bill through a one-way mirror. He was agog as his conservative wife at first resisted, then avidly encouraged Bill to fuck her with his long, thick cock. The sight of his lovely wife taking a large cock for the first time created both agony and ecstasy in Dan's mind. He could see for himself how his wife responded to a real man's hard, thick rod as compared to his paltry 4" weenie. Dan loved his beautiful wife and he was sorry that she had to settle for his little dick.

Jill was remorseful and reluctant to discuss her night with Bill. Dan had to admit that he was wracked with jealousy, yet aroused and understanding. He enjoyed Jill's lush, curvy body and her 38D breasts, while he knew she would always have to settle for his unimposing dick. Having finally experienced a real man's thick prick, Jill secretly craved that feeling again, but she would never admit it to her loving husband.

Dan sensed Jill's newly acquired taste for a big cock, but he didn't want to give his boss the satisfaction of a second round with his wife. Once was more than enough, Dan decided. He would never give Bill another chance to fuck his wife. The answer, Dan decided, was to seek ways to give Jill future experiences with other men, but never in a way that would lead to any repeat performances. She would get to experience bigger men without them threatening his marriage. A vacation at an adult resort held the promise of a relaxing time with the possibility that they might meet another man or another couple who might measure up to Jill's needs.

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Week of Firsts in Antigua

2010-02-15T13:09:00.001-06:00

Lea and I have been married over 20 fantastic years. Ever since I met her, she has been my best friend and I've never even thought about being with another woman. What happened last month still amazes me and arouses me. But before I begin, let me tell you a little about Lea and me.

Lea is gorgeous, always has been and always will be -- at least in my eyes. We met while attending college together. It was one of those girls across a crowded room sort of things for me. From the first time I saw her, I knew I wanted to be with her. Unfortunately, it took me about 6 months to finally get the opportunity to talk to her, but from then on, we were in love. She has always had a beautiful face, with luscious lips and the sexiest blue eyes. In college, she was a little on the thinner side with long dancer legs and the best little ass you've ever seen in a set of Lees.

Over the last 20 years and through the birth and caring of our four fabulous kids, I've watched as Lea has grown from a beautiful college girl into an incredibly hot, sexy woman. She still has those stunning looks and long sexy legs, but amazingly the rest of her has gotten even better. Those college jeans she used to wear are now a size or two too small as her body went from thin with few curves to a killer hourglass. Her ass, although she'd tell you is a little big, is perfect. And despite having four kids and being in her 40's, she has the best breasts that I've ever seen, and that includes the magazines. They are firm C's with perfect nipples and incredibly smooth skin.

As for myself, I'd like to think I have above average looks, despite having added a few pounds since my college days. In terms of where it counts, at least in a guys mind, I'm about six inches and obviously potent, as the 4 kids would show you. When together, I always feel that other guys and girls are probably asking themselves, how did he possibly get her when they see Lea and me together. I figure they probably assume that I'm either very wealthy -- not, or that I must be really hung. So, we'll just let them think that.

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Shade, Sun, and Neighbors

2010-02-15T12:05:00.000-06:00

Shade, Sun, and Neighbors
by glendale22©

William and I were in our mid-twenties and had been married only two years when we moved into our first home, a place well out in the country and away from the city and suburbs. The open countryside may have appealed to us because of our mutual shyness. Neither of us had brothers or sisters, and when we had met on the intramural soccer fields at the state university, we were both the kind of player who came along only because a friend had dragged us there.

Of course, I was glad that I joined the team because, at the time, I had dated a bit, but I had no real sexual involvements. Experiences with William, therefore, became my "firsts," and I was happy to know that they were "firsts" for William as well. My sexual curiosity may have been stronger only because William at least got to see women nude in movies. Even famous stars with cute, girl-next-door images sometimes appeared in the nude, but we all know that the male stars almost never give us women in the audience similar satisfaction. For that, I had William, and together as lovers, we satisfied a great deal of pent up curiosity. Which is not to say that we lacked curiosity about more.

After graduation, we both found interesting jobs that, if they did not make us rich, allowed us to look for a home in the country. The property we found covered four acres, although less than half of it was the yard around the house, and the rest was wooded and overgrown. Along the rural route, the hills rolled, but only a few of those hills leveled off enough to make for good settings for a house, so our place and one other seemed quite isolated. Not that we cared.

The neighbors, another couple who, the real estate agent told us, were in their young forties, lived about a hundred yards away. Behind and a short distance from the houses, the two yards were separated by a line of dense bushes, but nearer to the back patios that each had, there was a lower fence that was covered with vines, except for one break for a gate. We noticed when we were first looking at the house that this vegetation prevented anyone's seeing into the other yard, unless one came over to the gate. From the upstairs windows, however, each house had a mostly clear view into the back yard of the other.

And when we looked from one of those windows, the first thing we noticed about the other property was its in-ground swimming pool next to the patio in a yard that was otherwise open to the sun. Our prospective yard, on the other hand, had a smaller patio with a low brick wall and more shade because of a few mature trees.

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The Resort

2010-02-14T12:59:00.002-06:00

The Resort

Let me tell you about the recent trip Susan, my wife, and
myself make to the Southwest. We decided it was time to get away from
the normal hum drum of daily life and get some relaxation. We decided
to go to a secluded resort in Arizona. We arrived on a Monday and
checked in, got our things in room, put some of it away as we were
going to be here for a week.

After resting and freshening up a bit we slipped on our
swimsuits and headed out by the pool. There weren't many people at the
resort during the week, but I did notice one fine foxy looking chick
lying by the pool getting a nice tan. There was only one other guy
there and I figured him to be her husband.

I noticed Susan was staring at him then I saw why, he was
setting in a chair with his legs spread and you could tell by the
bulges in his tight suit that he must have been hung like a stud
horse, and had the balls to match.

While she was checking out his bulging cock I was scoping out
the lady. She had a nice build and her tight bikini disclosed the fact
she had very nice firm breasts, and firm tight ass. In a few moments
she decided to do some exercises and begin with a side leg lift.

When she lifted her leg up I could see the outlines of her
little pussy and its pouty lips, through her very tight thin bikini
panty of her suit. She saw that my eyes were affixed to her pussy and
she saw Susan was checking out her hubbies cock, she smiled and licked
her lips, as if to send an invitation.

I was thinking that it seemed she liked being watched so I
figured I'd make her feel good and watch her taking in her lush body.

After dozing in the sun for an hour or so we moved over to a
table in the shade and ordered a drink. In a couple of minutes the
other couple moseyed over and introduced themselves as Tom and Bobbie.
We introduced ourselves and invited them to join us.

Then we ordered drinks and we sat there making small talk, and
sipping on the hooch. We got to know each other fairly well in a very
short time. I noticed that Susan seemed to be very intrigued with Tom.
I was just as infatuated with Bobbie and her lush body. We sort of
paired off and continued to chat till it was time for dinner.

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The Suntan Incident

2010-02-13T13:03:00.002-06:00

The Suntan Incident

I've always liked lying in the hot sun. The feeling of warm
sunlight on my body always makes me more than a little horny. We'd
moved into a nice quiet neighborhood, and our backyard fence was
mostly a stucco wall, done as part of the Spanish motif in which the
house was built. The only part of the wall that wasn't stucco, were
the gates on the sides of the house, and the small section between us
and one of our neighbors, where an old tree had fallen in a storm last
year. That section was about four feet of vertical two-by-fours that
made up what was a wide gate.

The backyard was spacious, and there wasn't a two-story
anywhere around.

Added to that, the shape of the house itself was an "L" shape,
and that left a nice hidden cubby to do some nude sunbathing. It was a
Friday, and I decided that since I didn't have to work, I'd stretch
out on the patio and make my tan even out a little.

I'm lucky, since I'm blonde, that I tan instead of burn. I'd
been keeping my tan going in a tanning salon, but now I wanted the
real thing. I laid out some beach towels, a pillow, and an alarm clock
so I wouldn't fall asleep and burn (lessons learned!). I stood in the
back yard, and stripped out of my bikini, small as it was, and rubbed
some oil on myself. The oil was warm and it felt nice and slippery on
my breasts. I have 32B's with what my husband calls "perfect" nipples.
They're a bit bigger than half-dollars and a nice shade of pinkish-
brown. I'm only five foot five, and with 32B-20-34, my hubby calls me
a "sexy tart" (mostly because I love showing off). I'd rubbed the oil
on my front and stretched out in the sun, feeling relaxed and sensual.

After a while, the sun was getting to me, making my pussy wet.
I thought about getting myself off, but decided to roll over.

After putting oil on my back (as best I could), I rolled over
and started to doze off. Just as I hit that light, dreamy sleep, a
noise woke me up. I looked around, and saw nothing and wondered if I'd
imagined it as part of a dream. I started to doze again when I heard
someone moving in the yard next door. This is the yard where the hole
in the wall was fixed with the two-by-fours. I listened for a few
moments and then realized that the person was pulling the garden hose
to water the plants. I heard the water dribbling and figured that I'd
be left alone. Boy!

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Vacation Takes An Erotic Turn

2010-02-12T13:06:00.001-06:00

Vacation Takes An Erotic Turn
by Disbi©

Sean and Jennifer had been friends with Lisa and Mike for years. They got along really well and even took vacations together. Sean had always thought Lisa was attractive and loved to sneak glances at her body when she wasn't looking. Whenever they went to a place where they wore bathing suits, Lisa always wore a tiny bikini and Sean would stare at her tits. They were large and jiggled when she walked. He liked when she bent over because her tits would swing back and forth. He wanted to hold and lick them so bad! He also liked to stare at her pussy when her bathing suit was wet and the material would cling to her lips. The material was thin, and he could see that her pussy was shaved. The material would settle into the folds of her pussy lips and accentuate every detail of her lovely snatch. She may as well have been naked!

Over the years they went on several vacations together. And the entire time, Sean thought he was the only one in lust. Then, on a trip to Hawaii, he noticed that Mike was sneaking glances at his wife, Jennifer. Jennifer had a great body too. Her boobs were big and firm, and her nipples were easily aroused, always poking out. She also had nice, long legs and a great ass which guys would always stare at.

Jennifer seemed to be oblivious to all of the attention she got. But Sean saw their stares and knew they wanted to fuck her. Sean didn't mind. In fact it turned him on. He often fantasized about watching Jennifer take another man's cock into her mouth and pussy. The thought of seeing her spread her legs, while some guy slipped a big cock into her pussy, made Sean's dick hard. When he noticed that Mike was sneaking glances at Jennifer's body, he saw that Mike's dick was starting to get hard in his bathing suit. As his cock began to swell, Mike rolled over onto his stomach, but turned his head in such a way that he could stare right between Jennifer's legs at the thin piece of material covering her pussy. Sean saw this, smiled and turned his attention back to Lisa.

So, there they were, sitting by a pool in Hawaii, both girls talking to each other, apparently oblivious to the fact that their husbands were staring at each other's wife and fantasizing about fucking her.

That night, Sean and Jennifer were lying in bed when Jennifer said "Lisa has a really nice body, doesn't she?" Not sure where she was going with this, Sean merely said "Uh huh." Jennifer then rolled over on her side and pressed her boobs against Sean's back. Her tits were very warm and he could feel that her nipples were hard. He could tell that she was turned on. He knew that his wife had always wanted to be with another woman. So he began to wonder if she was hot for Lisa too.

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The Owned Toys

2010-02-11T12:56:00.003-06:00

One year ago we visited Jamaica for our first time in our 22 year
old marriage. We were staying at Club Med and saw that
there was a nude beach just outside of the resort area that was
also part of the package. It was an easy walk to the beach and
we decided to just look and see what it was like. Since we were
staying at the Club, we just had to show our member card and the
two huge security guards smiled at us and wished us a good visit.
We walked into the security fenced area and saw a bar to the
right side and so we went there to have a drink. We kept our
bathing suits on while we sat at the bar and looked around. The
bartender was kind as he told us it sometimes takes time to get
used to this freer life. He reassured us not to feel out of
place as usually a couple new to a nude beach takes a while to
decide if they want to join in or not. He said that most of his
customers decide to try a walk on the beach nude at least once.

During our two drinks at the bar we saw all kinds of shapes and
sizes of nude people just enjoying the beach and the nice area.
We both saw our first black cocks as a number of black guys
walked right beside us and I got to see their cocks bobbing and
flopping around. Looked around at the guys sitting in the bar
area and lounging on the chairs. Since most of them had their
legs spread somewhat, I could clearly see their equipment. I
could not believe how some guy's cocks were so big and how some
guys had large balls and sacks. There were all shapes and sizes.
One guy's soft cock must have been 8 inches long. Another guy
had a ball sack that had big balls in it so it was the size of a
grapefruit.

We also saw some many different type of women's breasts. Some
drooped down and others jiggled and bounced as they walked across
the beach. I am not a lesbian but I was interested at the shapes
and sizes of all these different sized breasts. A few of the
women purposely teased the guys by strutting their stuff and
showing off their firm tight bodies to cause these guys to get
erections.

After our third drink, and after watching these naked people
walking around, my husband asked me if I wanted to try it by
walking along the water for a short walk. I was feeling very
excited inside and before I could answer, my husband Ted handed
me his bathing suit. He was naked. He undid my top as we walked
away from the bar and then I just stopped and took off my
bottoms. My large breasts hung down and bounced as we walked.
Ted's cock was semi-hard, but not hard. We held hands as we
walked and when we touched the water with our feet, I noticed my
thick nipples were hard and extended. I was turned on by being
nude in front of these strangers. On our way back to the bar, a
young couple of about 25 passed by but they were still wearing
bathing suits. I heard the guy comment to his wife, "Wow, did
you see her tits?" I knew it was rude and inconsiderate as far
as the beach policy, but I felt proud that a young guy noticed my
breasts - the breasts of a woman that almost could be his mother

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Swing Your Partner

2010-02-10T12:53:00.001-06:00

I heard the familiar roar of his Jaguar. I looked over the fence to see him emerge, flash me a quick smile and tilt up his $200 sunglasses. "Damn Dave, You live a boring life."

Stan my neighbor bellowed over the fence as I mowed the lawn. I hated Stan because secretly I envied him. He was single and with a different woman every week. Two weeks ago it was a gorgeous Asian woman. Last week, he was with a hot blonde with the perfect J-Lo ass.

Last week he was with a busty black woman that resembled supermodel Tyra. I was married to a beautiful woman but boring woman. Jen, my wife, was 25 years old and 5’6" with a firm C cup on a thin frame. Her beautiful face drew the stares of many men. Stan called her ‘Charlize’ because of her resemblance to the movie star.

My wife often went out in public with little to no makeup and still drew the stares of every heterosexual man around. I rate my wife a B. Her body and face were an A+ but her attitude on sex was a C-.

She was raised Catholic and even though we had been married over a year, we rarely had sex. She will only have sex missionary style and seldom preformed oral sex. I loved Jen but was bored. I wanted a piece of the action Stan was getting.

**

"Uhhh... Stan hold up." I blurted out.

"What can I do for you Dave?" he asked.

"Look, I’ve seen your women they are gorgeous. A friend...Umm, wondered where to get them." I sputtered and sounded like an idiot.

Stan started laughing and waved me into his house. "Dave, you sly dog, you want another woman!" he said. Before I could respond he spoke up. "That’s alright pal, many men need more than their wife can provide but I have one question. Your wife is so hot why do you need more?" he queried.

I explained how Jen was a good wife but a poor lover. She almost refuses to perform oral sex and won‘t experiment in bed. When I ask her to she says I am demented.

Stan laughed again, "Here’s my secret," he said bringing up a web page on his computer. "Here I find out about all the local swingers. Some are married and some are single but all are looking for a good time. You ought to try it! If you don’t like a persons looks don’t message them."

Stan was an ugly S.O.B. but was able to hook up over the internet and find women easily so I figured my wife and I would have no problem. I thanked him and decided to give it a try.

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Swapper

2010-02-09T12:50:00.001-06:00

My name is Mark Brenner. My wife Susan and I will have been married for eighteen years next month. Susan was twenty-one when we married and I was twenty-four. Neither of us knew much about life, love, or sex, we'd each had one prior lover to whom we'd lost our virginity. However losing that did not make us worldly in knowledge even though we thought it did.

After our marriage I tried to get her interested in all things sexual. I bought several men's magazine and sexual reference books, but to no avail. She refused all advances unless it was straight missionary position. This she agreed to and resigning my self to my fate I went after it often. Hell if it was all I could get, then I wanted all I could get.

It wasn't that she was religious she followed no faith. But she had little or no social life as she grew up. Finally I was able to turn her attention to her sexuality but it took eighteen years to do because I could just not force her or anyone to do some thing they did not want to do even if it meant denial of my own desire. I was raised that way and also raised to believe that divorce was wrong and from frustration and a repressed sex life it finally exploded on me during our eighteenth year.

During these years the only change in our sex lives was that she would masturbate my cock being only six inches in length I felt I'd made a little progress. (Yes I know six inches isn't big -- in fact I knew for many years that I was small compared the big dicks out there I just couldn't compete.)

Well, it all came to a head one warm July day.

I drive a semi truck for a living. I'd been driving for the last seven years and quite literally had the answer I'd been searching for all these years thrown in my face.

After a drivers meeting one day at the company's home terminal a former CO-driver was cleaning out his truck having told the boss to go fuck himself. He was just throwing stuff left and right and just as I passed by a thrown magazine smacked me upside the head. Startled I yelled and slapped at the thing thinking perhaps a bird had fallen in love with me.

It hit the ground at my feet and grabbing it I threw it back in the truck and said "HEY ASSHOLE. TAKE IT EASY!" He looked out the door and said, "Oops, sorry Mark."

"Still PO'd at that fucking jerk inside," I smiled. "Okay I'll let it go this time but next time; "NO WHEEL OF FORTUNE FOR YOU FOR A WEEK!" I shook my hand and finger at him in mock sternness.

He roared with laughter and smiled. He said, "Really Mark I didn't mean to take it out on you but the magazine fell victim." We talked for a while and I got him in a better mood at least. He had a big stack of magazine and told me to take all of them.

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Sisters on Vacation

2010-02-08T12:47:00.002-06:00

Sisters on Vacation

As is our custom my wife Carol and I take vacation in the Caribbean each fall in order to rest up and have some fun. This year was no exception and we had invited my wife's sister Debbie and her husband Bob to join us. Well the trip was the best I have had in some time but I must say it took both my wife and I by surprise. To start off her sister showed up the night before we were to leave without her husband, Bob couldn't come because of pressing business or so she said. Debbie was determined to go without him so I figured she would be able to pair up with one of the other singles once we reached the club.

We arrived in Jamaica to find out that there were no rooms left for a single and would not be for the entire week. After a little discussion we agreed that Debbie could share our room as it was one of the special deluxe rooms and had a king size bed. I wondered to myself just how far our sharing was going to go and had my hopes up all the way to our room. This club has a fantastic nude beach which we had all talked about and were all set to enjoy and as I had long hoped to see Carol's sister naked I had a secrete lust going for me since we had made the travel arrangements. It was a very hot day and the long trip from the airport had us all dripping with sweat. Carol said she wanted to shower before we did anything else and went into the bathroom which had no bathtub but rather a large shower area with two shower heads which was completely tiled. With Carol in the shower her sister Debbie and I sat an talked a bit complaining about the heat and discussing the nude beach. Debbie complained that the room was hot even thought I had turned on the air conditioner as soon as we had entered. I suggested to her that she get out of her cloths and make herself as cool as possible. Debbie was a bit shy about stripping in front of me and I started to undress myself all the while telling her that it really didn't matter as we would soon be on the nude beach together and I would have ample opportunity to see her in the buff. By this time I was pulling my pants off and my by now hard cock sprang out. I could tell Debbie was surprised by my thick 10 incher an she commented on my aroused state saying that Carol had never told her how big I was. With that Debbie started to undress and I could tell this was going to be an interesting trip.

Debbie was wearing a loose fitting blouse and a short wrap skirt which tied in the back. Once she had her blouse undone she asked me to help her with her bra which I gratefully did and after unhooking her bra I moved my hands around to cup her full firm tits pressing my stiff cock against her ass. Debbie just stood there allowing me to fondle her full firm tits as I began to gently pull on her erect pink nipples she began to move her ass against my stiff rod. Sensing that the time was ripe I turned her around and pulled her tightly to me rubbing her full warm globes into my chest while I undid her skirt. Once her skirt was loose I moved down and sucked her tits as I pushed her skirt to the floor. Debbie was committed by now and I caressed the firm flesh of her ass as I moved down her taught belly kissing and licking her hot body. I slowly pulled her panties down exposing her full blond bush and lightly kissed her hot mound as I worked her panties down her silky legs and threw them on the chair. I licked my way back up her legs paying special attention to her inner thighs as I pulled her ass cheeks apart and moved my hand into the crack of her firm ass. As my fingers passed over her hot ass pucker Debbie let out a low moan which was just barely audible. I pressed my fingers against her sensitive anal ring as I pulled her moist cunt lips apart exposing her now erect clit and pink inner pussy lips. Holding my fingers firmly against her asshole I bent my head and began to lick her rather large erect clit.

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SHIPS PASSING IN JAMAICA

2010-02-07T12:45:00.001-06:00

"Come on Jamie, you have to be at the Airport at least a hour before your flight leaves and you'll be cutting it close." Randy said trying to rush his wife along.

"Randy, I'm going as fast as I can. Every time I turn around there's something else I forgot." Jamie replied.

"For God's sake, anything else you can buy when you get there. Your carry-on is full and your case is full. When I get there on Wednesday I can bring anything else you forgot." Randy said to appease her.

"OK, OK, OK. You're right, and I appreciate this so much. I haven't seen the girls in so long." She said to thank her husband.

Jamie was turning 30 this year and wanted to go someplace special. Randy had arranged for her to go to New York City and meet 2 of her college roommates and go to 2 shows before he arrived on Wednesday. He was going to join her and see the taping of Letterman show and then fly to Jamaica for a week there. Randy had rented a villa right on Negril Beach. It was hidden just below a high retaining wall where 3 island mansions stood. The beach could be seen from the highway, but there was no way to it, except through right of ways between the huge estate properties. The beach was public to the eye, but private to the villa.
Randy had heard of it through a friend who owned property there and used his connection to get it for the week.

Jamie made her plane and was winging off to New York City on Monday morning. Her college friends Marilyn and Hannah met her for two shows and partied into the night in Manhattan bistros to celebrate her birthday.

Wednesday, after a day of shopping some of New York finer shops Jamie bid goodbye to her friends from college and went back to her hotel alone to wait for her husband Randy to arrive. At 3 o'clock she began to panic as the Letterman show began taking audience tickets at 4. If people were not there by that time, they gave away the seats as stand bys.

As it closed in on 3:30 she called Kennedy Airport and checked to see if he flight was on time, and it was. He HAD to be here soon.

The phone rang and Jamie's heart raced as she answered it.

"Randy! Tell me you are in the lobby waiting for me!" She shouted into the phone as she answered it.

"Well, not exactly." He answered.

"You know we're going to miss the taping of Letterman, and you have the tickets, so I can't even go." She said beginning to blow a fuse.

"I never had tickets for the show." He answered.

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Seducing the Newbies

2010-02-06T12:42:00.001-06:00

Seducing the Newbies
by morris40©

You almost always meet at least one couple like them at a lifestyle event. One of them talks excessively, but her chatter is just a nervous jumble of pleasant words that say nothing about their real intentions. The other says hardly a word, but his roving eye and transparent expression announce their fantasy to have sex with strangers.

You learn a lot about their intentions when they shed their cloths for the first time. If everyone else is relaxed, does he get a hard-on just seeing all the exposed genitals? Does she reproach him for embarrassing her or is she fascinated by who turns him on? Does she press her knees together or does she unconsciously spread when another couple stops by to chat.

You may not know this couple, but we all know someone like them. Most of us have been them at one time.

Those couples who come back for another event finish their first experience feeling closer to their spouse. A couple's sexual experiences with others can renew an appreciation of what attracted them to each other in the first place. The excitement of open sex can brush away the routine of all those years of quick couplings after the kids were in bed. A woman might worry that her husband's attraction to her has dimmed with age. She'll be reassured watching him enjoy bringing a middle aged woman to a screaming climax. A man can be afraid that his wife has lost interest in sex. He'll be reassured when he sees her holding a balding guy's limp cock with cum drooling from her lips. Nothing can ignite the fire quicker than graphic proof that the spark is still there.

Of course, it doesn't always end well -- and that may be why many experienced swingers avoid the newbies. Jealousy, unresolved conflicts, insecurity and all of the other corrosive emotions that tear couples apart can be exaggerated when clothing is removed by strangers and genitals are pressed together. Not everyone takes a laid back attitude when their spouse takes to getting laid. Drama can ruin a lifestyle gathering quicker than sunburn. Be careful!

But don't be so cautious that you miss an opportunity for a wonderful experience. This story is such an experience. My wife and I went to a lifestyle resort with our close friends. We met a newbie couple who needed just a little nudging to enjoy their fantasies. Everyone had a good time. No drama. The end!

Don't read this story if you're not interested by now. Send us a comment if you recognize someone you know -- especially if it's you and your spouse.

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Rachel's Summer Vacation

2010-02-05T12:39:00.000-06:00

Rachel's Summer Vacation
by Rachel_Marie_30©

I deal with people all day in my job as an assistant bank manager. I love people. You have to, to do what I do every day. But when it comes time for my vacation, I usually just want to get away and have time by myself. I don't mean go live in a cabin in the Rockies for a week. I mean just have the freedom to either be around people if I choose to or be by myself.

That's why cruises are one of my favorite ways to vacation. I can sit on my balcony if I want and not see anybody for hours on end. Or I can take a shore excursion and lay on the beach with my iPod and tune out the world.

Or...I can pick and choose from the roughly one thousand five hundred men on the ship. Now, I figure half of them are either too old or too married (or both) to be worth pursuing. Two hundred and fifty might be gay or under eighteen. That leaves five hundred men.

I don't claim to be Jessica Simpson or Angelina Jolie, but with the right outfit on I should be able to attract the attention of at least ONE out of five hundred men.

This particular cruise began in San Juan and headed south to places like St. Thomas, St. Maarten, Antigua, St. Lucia and Barbados. There was only one day the entire week that we didn't stop at a new island. So I had ample opportunity to work on my sunburn and, of course, shop.

Anybody who has cruised will understand the phenomenon that I find kind of freaky: despite the fact there are three thousand people on the ship, it seems you are constantly seeing the same few people. Maybe it's because we keep the same schedules, or eat at the same places, or sit near the same spot at the pool. But day after day, the same people are around me.

Sometimes they are easy to spot because of physical features, like the fat lady who really shouldn't be wearing that two piece bathing suit; or because of their actions, like the couple obviously on their honeymoon who should have just stayed in the cabin if they were going to do that stuff.

Other times, they are one of the chosen five hundred. I start fantasizing about these guys the moment I step off the plane. OK, I admit it. Sometimes it starts on the plane. But by the time I'm on the ship my eyes are relentlessly scanning the crowd for a potential...um, well, 'companion'.

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Photographing Nata

2010-02-04T12:36:00.002-06:00

Photographing Nata
by gapster7©
It was a typical New York gallery opening. The din of humanity clashed and echoed against the hard white surfaces and the art jumped off the walls in a Munch silent scream. I had been in and out of the New York art scene for the second half of my fifty plus years and, while the faces and places changed over the years, the basic vibe of an opening had somehow stayed the same. With complimentary glass of cabernet in hand, I circulated through the high-ceilinged gallery, surveying the crowd, separating the world into starving artists, moneyed patrons and the rest of us.

I was scanning the large space for the fourteenth time, wine goblet tipped to my palette when I saw her over the rim of my glass. She entered the gallery with a flourish and my attention was riveted by her sudden presence and purpose. She strode confidently, cutting a swift arc through the gallery crowd and up to the owner, whom she embraced as an old friend. I was drawn to her immediately.

Now Manhattan has way more than its share of beautiful women. They're everywhere; on every street corner and in every neighborhood. One gets inured to the preponderance of beauty after awhile and begins to accept it as commonplace. So I am always intrigued by the sensors that go off in my brain when I see a beautiful woman that strongly draws my attention more than most. It's some sort of unspoken vibe or pose that sets certain women apart. Perhaps it's their confident demeanor or otherworldly allure. I've never been able to put my finger on it, really. But certain women attract me at a visceral level that transcends good looks and a beautiful body.

She was tall and had a slender model's build. Her high heeled boots added a couple inches to her long lithe frame. Her long wavy hair was brown and parted to the side. It came below her shoulders and bounced lusciously as she walked. Her face was strong and intense with deep set brown eyes and well defined bone structure. She was beautiful in a sort of Germanic way. Her skin was pale and glowed with a smooth luminescent quality.

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Paradise in the Mist

2010-02-03T12:33:00.002-06:00

Paradise in the Mist

Chapter 1

"What Happens Here, Never Happened Here."

Jack had just filled his plastic cup with ice from the San Marino ice
machine to refresh his cocktail. Across from the out door bar where Jack
had been sitting was Richard the piano player who had just finished a jazz
tune for the group out by the pool. Jack remembered that Brad and Stephanie
had suggested he bring his horns the next time he came to the resort so he
could sit in with Richard. Jack hadn't played in at least four years and it
would take him more than just a little practice to get back to his former
performance level.

As he was crossing in front of Richard headed back to his seat on the other
side of the bar, Jack couldn't resist and sung the first couple of bars of
Sinatra's version of "You Make Me Feel So Young." "Now that's an idea," he
heard Richard say. Richard instantly played the melody Jack had just sung
and then transposed it into the same key Jack had sung it. "Do you know all
the words?" Richard asked.

Jack had played horns with a professional band on Sunday nights four years
ago. He had been trained in all forms of music including jazz. He had
heard every amateur try to sing that song on "open mike" or the armature
night and they always screwed up the words. But having played it and heard
the words so many times before he said to Richard "Sure." "Well then take
the mike." Jack by this time was just drunk enough to do it as he had been
drinking for the last few hours in the muggy hot desert weather. Jack
picked up the mike and with a down beat began singing "You make feel so
young. You make me feel that Spring has sprung..." while nude and in front
of the others there also nude by the pool. Jack finished the song and was
surprised that the group was applauding. Jack never thought the timber of
his voice was good enough for the public. For the shower or his wife it
was, but never in public. Jack had always made his music with his horns,
never a vocal. Brad came up to him and said, "Jack, do another." "No," he
said, "I only did that one because I've drank a little too much today.
Besides, if I did, it would just chase your guests away." Moving closely to
Brad's ear, Jack whispered, "And thanks for the Viagra." "No problem. The
member that donated it was glad for you to have it," Brad replied. "Thank
you too for the new slogan." Jack smiled as he walked back to his seat at
the bar remembering that when he had arrived at the San Marino Inn that
Saturday morning, he had told Brad, the owner, that the new slogan for the
resort should be, "What happens here, never happened here."

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Our First Visit to a Couples Club

2010-02-02T12:30:00.002-06:00

Our First Visit to a Couples Club
by texashiker2003©

It was two weeks prior to my 42nd birthday, and my naked wife Janet was kissing me deeply and stroking my cock during our lovemaking. The usual erotic thoughts were racing through my mind, the ones in which others join with us in our sexual fun. I have had such a desire for a long time, and even shared my fantasies with Janet, but without seeing any interest on her part to make them real. As my cock became hard and my breathing heavy, I broke the kiss and put her on her back with me on top of her. She opened her legs, and I felt the head of my cock press against her wet and swollen pussy lips. I could not resist the urge to again tell her of my fantasy.

As I slowly began to slide into her, I whispered that I would love to see her take a big cock, first in her hands and then in her mouth and pussy. I kissed her neck, which always stokes her fire and, with my cock slippery with her juices, I pushed it fully inside her. She usually does not talk very much during sex, but that night was different.

Janet spoke in a soft voice and said, "That feels so good. You feel so big tonight, and I like that."

I told her to imagine that I was a handsome stranger, and that she could enjoy herself fully, without any thoughts other than how good it would be.

To my surprise and delight, she said, "Okay," and "I love you," and began moving against me with more passion than she had shown in a long time. I pressed my chest against her stiff nipples and thrust my cock into her with increasing force, and she groaned loudly and said, "Oh, yes, yes, baby. Give it to me."

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On The Sand At Night

2010-02-01T12:27:00.000-06:00

On The Sand At Night
by 1gearhead©

I own a small hot rod shop in southern California. Not a big place, just 8 bays. I have two guys working for me and we have probably eight or nine cars in to work on at any given time. The work is really fun. I enjoy it immensely. Some times though the customers can drive you crazy. And the government, fuck them! Seems like every federal, state, county and local government agency is trying to reach into you pocket or put you out of business. And if there isn't enough already they seem to always be trying to come up with more shit to harass you with. Being a small business owner, especially in Southern California is a bitch sometimes. I still get up every morning and go to the shop. Like I said, I like what I do. I put in 10 to 12 hour days six days a week and often go in on Sunday for a few hours if there is something that I need to get done.

Once in a while I just have to do something to relax and relieve the stress. That's when I discovered walking on the beach. Not during the day but and dusk as the sun is sinking into the western horizon. It's beautiful, serene and relaxing. The sound of the surf, the warm wet sand under you feet, the gentle sea breeze, the smell of the salt air, it's almost over whelming. There is a small beach not far from my shop that few people frequent in the evenings. The beach was very busy and crowded in the daytime, but virtually no one was there in the evenings. No houses on the shore line, as it is a state park. I guess you are not supposed to be there after dark, they close the gates to the parking lot and lock them. I found a place at the north end of the beach on a side street where I can park and after crossing a rock outcropping gain access to the beach. There I can walk and meditate by myself. Once in a while I will pass someone else, but not often. I go there about 3 or 4 times a week. It really helps me, lets me think and get things sorted out.

After I had been visiting my beach as I began to think of it, for a few months, I noticed a lady a few years older than me also walking. Sometimes we would meet approaching each other sometimes walking the same direction but a little distance apart, not wanting to invade the others space.

I probably should describe my self to put thing into perspective. I am 62 years old, reasonably good physical condition and health. A few ladies have told me that I am fairly good-looking and well built. I'll let them judge that. I've also been told that I am an alpha male type and come across with a high degree of confidence and trust. Not overbearing but strong. Maybe that's a good thing. Either way that is who I am.

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My Naked Days

2010-01-31T12:25:00.001-06:00

My Naked Days
by finally99©

Years ago, I had a female friend who I was very close with. We had met on the East Coast when we were both in graduate school but then lost sight of each other for a couple of years since we both moved to different cities. Chance had it that we ended up in the same city, the lovely San Diego where we began an adventurous relationship.

Joyce and I had always had a platonic relationship although it was not free of ambiguity. Particularly, the last summer of graduate school, we spent much time together, going to concerts, to restaurants and to the beach. There was considerable tension between us and I was sure that if one of us crossed the line there would be no holding back. But for some reason we never did, and in all honesty, the main reason I never did was that I always found Joyce a bit intimidating. She is a beauty, tall and slim with beautiful dark skin and long, pitch-black hair. She is also very athletic and spends much time sailing, swimming and running. But it is not her physical attributes that intimidate me. She is also very controlled and, to be honest, a bit controlling. That does, however, not mean that you cannot have a ton of fun with her.

When I first arrived in San Diego, Joyce offered that I could stay with her until I found my own place. She came to pick me up at the airport in her convertible sports car looking truly splendid as she drove up. Her hair was flowing in the wind and with her dark sunglasses she looked every bit like a movie star. We spent the evening together at a sushi restaurant and then retired to her house, which is overlooking the coast. Joyce suggested that the next day we go to the beach with her sister.

The next morning, Barbara, Joyce's sister showed up relatively early. Both are a few years older than myself with Barb being the oldest. She is, however, even more stunning than her sister and used to make a living as a model. I had not seen either of them for several years and was happy to be the man accompanying these beauties. We grabbed our towels, swimsuits and a few refreshments, and set off for the beach at La Jolla.

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Music & Coffee

2010-01-14T15:30:00.000-06:00

Where do I begin? I'm not even sure why I'm doing this to be honest, so I guess the best thing to do would be to start with the facts.

I'm a forty year-old married woman. I have one son who's eighteen and just recently started his freshman year at an out of state university. I've been married since I was twenty-one and I've never been with another man since. I live a quiet comfortable life. My husband is an executive at an oil company and as such is able to provide anything I need or want. Since I've been married, I've more or less been a homemaker, taking care of my son and trying to make my husband happy. Over that past several years though, trying to make my husband happy has been more and more difficult.

In the beginning our sex life was wonderful, and I couldn't have been happier or felt more fulfilled. I like to think my husband felt the same way. As our marriage went on, our sex life became more and more routine but was still satisfying in it's own way, at least to me. Sex didn't happen quite as often and wasn't quite as vigorous but when it did happen it was still good. For the past five years though, our sex life has been in a steady decline. Sex is rare. Once a month if I'm lucky, and nothing I seem to do makes any difference.

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Midsummer Swing

2010-01-13T15:28:00.001-06:00

It started as typical summer Saturday in suburbia. Most of the neighbors were outside doing work in the yard. We were gardening, mowing the grass, or performing some other chore. Through the day we chatted back and forth and as evening approached some of the guys and gals working in the front yards began spending more time talking and less time working.

Of course hot weather and hard work makes you thirsty. We all began to move on from water and iced tea to our favorite cold adult beverages. The cold beers and chilled glasses of wine were a welcome reward. The topic of dinner came up and we were all planning to grill something. Three of the couples decided to get together and share dinner while others moved on to other plans. We all converged at Mike and Lynn's house to grill, eat, BS, and of course drink.

We realized that we were faced with a situation that rarely if ever occurred. The six of us were childless for the night. Our kids were at a sleepover, Jim and Mary's kids were away at the grandparents and Mike and Lynn's were on vacation with her brother. When we realized that there were no kids to worry about we all decided it was a good night for steaks, a green salad and fresh corn on the cob. The drinks continued to go down easy so by the time dinner was done and the sun was setting, everyone was pretty relaxed.

We were playing cards talking and sharing stories of our youth. When the conversation turned to vacations and boating Lynn told a story about a time when she was sunbathing topless when she was a freshman in college. She explained that she was interrupted when a speedboat came very close to the float lying on and startled her so much she jumped up exposing her breasts. I joked about how they didn't see much.

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Mexico Vacation

2010-01-12T15:26:00.000-06:00

Ok, I finally had a little time on my hands of the holidays so I decided to do some writing.

Just as an update, Yes, Bob and I did get married over a year ago now and I’m loving every minute of it, well almost every minute of it anyway. Back in November we took a little vacation to Mexico and, although not as crazy as some of my trips, had some fun moments that I thought I’d share.

We were staying in this town of Playa del Carmen which is a pretty hip town. We were lodging virtually right on the beach and did a lot of swimming, snorkeling and Scuba diving. I think technically its against the law to go topless in Mexico, but the beaches were certainly topless friendly, however there were only a couple of women going topless. No one ever complained so I was certainly happy.

The town was really cute and there was this cool part about 2 blocks off the beach that was closed off to traffic where all the restaurants and stores were. I quickly found out that a lot of people come right off the beach and browse the shops in just a cover up and some in their bathing suites.

Well it was the second or third day and Bob and I had made arrangements with a local dive shop to take us diving. On the way back we asked to keep the mask and fins so we could do some snorkeling. They agreed telling us that we had to return it to their shop in town.

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Memorial Day Barbeque Strip

2010-01-11T15:24:00.000-06:00

A few weeks before Memorial Day Weekend I received a call from my friend Sam (Samantha) inviting me to a barbeque at her house Saturday afternoon of the holiday weekend. As with most of my friends Sam is aware of my habit for ending up naked, but she has only had the opportunity to see this happen once. That time was among friends and not in an overly public setting. Although she doesn't doubt my adventures she made it known that she would at sometime like to see me in action. Sam explained that her barbeque would be adults only and her backyard was such that although not completely private it is somewhat secluded and her neighbors would all be in attendance that day.

Sam has confided in me that the thought of exposing parts of her body or being naked in public is something she has fantasies about but could never do in reality. She is very cute, just about 5'2" and 32B-22-33. I have never seen her topless but her boobs are very perky and she can easily go braless if she chose to do so. She is a brunette who keeps it short but sexy with brown eyes. Sam although on the shorter side has great legs and often wears miniskirts but never without panties. So it seems that Sam would like me to liven up the party by somehow losing my clothes. She said she has told most of her guests about her exhibitionist friend at some point, but she has not told them her naked friend is coming to the barbeque. She just said her friend Nikki is coming and she wants me to devise a plan and put it into effect at the party.

I suggested arriving shortly after everyone else and walking in naked but Sam wanted me to prolong it and build up to total nakedness. Being the attention whore that I am I loved this idea because I could try and keep the attention on me throughout the barbeque. I love to tease and flash so I was looking forward to this party. My idea was to arrive dressed in typical summer wear and after a little while appear to accidentally flash a little and then slowly begin losing articles of clothing. I wanted to be sure I ended up totally naked in time to spend a few hours that way before the barbeque ended. After many outfit changes, checking myself in the mirror to see how each outfit looked, how revealing it was and how easy it would be to "accidentally" flash I made my choice.

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Mammary Mansion

2010-01-10T15:22:00.000-06:00

The sensation of being smothered wouldn’t go away. I forced my heavy eye lids open and rapidly realised that my face was pressed into soft, fragrant flesh. As consciousness returned, I was startled to feel a heavy weight over my stomach. An arm was behind the back of my head pressing it into the flesh on my face. Another was across my chest and around my back. I could feel something wiry rubbing up and down over my hip and could hear a gasping noise somewhere above my head. Realization dawned - I was being smothered in somebody’s fleshy breasts!

I reached up and found a shoulder and pushed back allowing me to breathe. As my face became free I looked into the cornflower blue eyes of an old woman. Her eyes were glazed and she was panting. She focused on me and said, “Oh good, you’re awake. Now I can really enjoy myself.” The big thigh across my stomach tightened and the hunching of her pudenda against my hip increased.

“What the hell is going on here?” I asked, my mouth feeling as if it was full of cotton wool. My head was still fuzzy but despite a feeling of listlessness, I could feel my cock unfurling and lengthening.

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Lyn's Family Holiday in France

2010-01-09T15:21:00.000-06:00

We all went on holiday to France that first summer. By all I mean Ben and me, Ben's sister Case, his mum and dad and, finally, my sister Sam and her friend James. It was one of my ambitions to experience this more public form of naturism, staying in a large log cabin type chalet within a naturist complex not far from a beach on the French Atlantic coast, south of Bordeaux. As Ben had helped me understand my desires, my desires themselves had broadened and I was now interested in and ready to explore other types of sexual behaviour. Ben's family had already given me a heightened awareness of my own sexuality and I wanted to be instructed further. One of the most erotic activities for me was always when Ben told me what to do or signalled his acquiescence in my participation, as he had with Matt and Kirsty.

Sam and I came down by train with James to Norwich the day before we were due to depart. It was all pretty hectic once we arrived, packing for departure early next morning. Sam and James would use my room for the night and I hoped to have Ben to myself again, although I wouldn't mind if Case joined us a little later. There seemed to have been a decision to remain fully clothed whilst James and Sam got used to how the family lived. It struck me that they wouldn't have long once we reached Les Sables d'Antan. After an early meal we were going to turn in. I said I was going for a shower.

'Me too,' said Gail. We left the room together and went upstairs to her bedroom. Gail took me in her arms and we kissed. I started to undress her, touching her in places that I knew aroused her as I slowly restored her to her customary nudity.

'That's better,' she said as she began to undress me. I smiled at her and fondled both her nipples. Soon Gail had stripped me and she began to push fingers up into me.

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