This entry is part 16 of 16 in the series 2013 Apr/May

I met Melissa while working a construction job down in West Virginia. While visiting a coworker’s apartment complex, I noticed a sexy, petite, raven-haired beauty entering the apartment next door. My friend said she lived there alone, but he thought she was dating some black guy who he’d seen around a few times. As I was leaving, she was coming out of her apartment. I smiled and introduced myself, and we talked for a few moments. I let her know that I was very interested in her, and she told me that I seemed like a nice guy. Then she licked her full, sensuous lips, looked appraisingly at my six-foot-three, muscular body, and said maybe we could hang out sometime and get to know each other better. My dick came to life at the thought of boning Melissa.

We hung out together a few times that week, and on Thursday, we made a date for the following evening. As I was getting ready to leave her place that night, five black studs showed up at her door, and Melissa introduced them as friends of hers. At that point, I had no right to be jealous, so a couple of moments after they arrived, I said good-night and left.
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This entry is part 15 of 16 in the series 2013 Apr/May

A little over two months ago, I stumbled onto something that would change my life forever. It was late at night and I was taking the trash out to the dumpster in the back alley when I tripped over a neatly stacked and tied bundle of adult magazines. I quickly confiscated the dozen or so magazines and took them to my garage for further investigation. I glanced through them just long enough to get a major hard-on before returning to my unsuspecting wife. We both enjoyed the benefits of those few articles I’d read that night, though, and over the next few days, I spent more and more time in the garage.

The letters that intrigued me most were about women who cheated on their husbands with their husbands’ complete consent. They aroused something in me that I’d never known was there. Since Leanne was still a virgin until we were married, I knew that she had never experienced sex with anyone else, and until now, I had never given it a second thought. Some of those letters raised thoughts and questions in me, though, like whether she would like having another man’s cock pumping his fluid into her and how I would react if that happened. I was determined to find some answers.
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This entry is part 23 of 25 in the series 2013 Mar

My wife Suzy and I have been swinging with a friend for about 11 years now. We usually travel to his place because we’re less likely to be disturbed there while we’re playing.

Suzy called me last Thursday and said her boyfriend had texted her at work and asked if she wanted his big mushroom-capped dick, and she had told him, “Hell yes!” She said he was coming up to our place on Saturday night. Since it had been a few months since his last visit, I told her, “It’s about time. I thought he had forgotten about you and moved on.” I was joking, of course, because every time he fucks my wife, he goes on and on about how much he loves her tight pussy and how much he has missed her tight pussy and how good she sucks his dick.

Suzy said, “I’m going to fuck him so good Saturday night that he’ll never forget this pussy!”
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This entry is part 13 of 25 in the series 2013 Mar

My husband Jacob and I are very sexually adventurous. Our favorite thing to do is to travel to a place where no one knows us and act out my husband’s favorite fantasy scenario. We go to a bar or lounge, and Jacob enters first with me following about 20 minutes later. We pretend not to know each other, but I always sit near him at the bar so he can hear when other men hit on me and try to pick me up. As a petite woman with firm D-cup breasts, I never fail to attract some attention. If I feel uncomfortable or want to leave, I silently signal Jacob then he swoops in and rescues me. That very rarely happens, though.

That was the plan when I walked into the lounge at an upscale hotel we were staying in in Branson, Missouri. We’d even booked adjoining rooms in case anyone cute caught my eye. I was wearing a short, snug backless dress with a plunging neckline that revealed a good amount of cleavage. When I walked in, I saw Jacob sitting a small table, and next to it was another empty table, perfect for our game.
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This entry is part 16 of 19 in the series 2013 Jan

Lisa and I had taken the kids to her mother’s for the weekend and were planning an agenda for Saturday when we passed one of our old watering holes. We hadn’t been inside since before we were married, and we agreed that it might be fun to see if any of the old gang were around. The crowd had changed drastically in the six years since our last visit, and we were about to leave when someone called my name. I turned to see an old buddy of mine, Jake, along with his wife Sarah sitting at one of the tables.

It just so happens that I’d had a huge crush on Sarah when I was a senior, but since she was only a freshman, our paths never really crossed. It was good to see her, though—I mean them. Lisa and I joined them at their table, and the drinks came fast and furious as we reminisced about the good old days. When the band started playing a slow song, Jake asked Lisa if she wanted to dance, and she accepted. I felt a twinge of jealousy as I watched the two of them together, my wife’s tall, lean body leaning against his large, solid frame as they swayed to the music. It didn’t last very long, though, as Sarah grabbed my hand and led me onto the dance floor. We danced a couple more tunes, and as we returned to the table, I noticed Lisa’s face was a bright shade of red. Jake had stirred the fires inside her, causing her to heat up. It was evident she was flustered.
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