From early in our marriage, my wife Tracey and I have shared our sexual fantasies with each other, and, whenever possible, we've tried to incorporate our fantasies into our sex life together. One of our favorite fantasies has to do with Group Sex -- swinging, swapping, threesomes, orgies, and the like.
I'm starting to shut down the office when I hear the "blip" on my computer that signals Yahoo! just received a message for me.
I put the office phone on night ring, close the blinds and turn off the lights. I sit down at my desk and get ready to log my computer off when I remember that I have to check emails. Damn!
I'm waiting for my wife in the mall, and watching breasts go by. There goes a cheerleader-type babe, now a mature woman whose massive breasts practically say "Ga-BONG, ga-BONG" with each step she takes. I take off my glasses to clean them, but am captivated by the sight of a woman coming this way. Even with my fuzzy vision, my cock is getting chubby from checking out this woman.
She is dancing with her friends in a club. The crowd is hyped up on the upbeat dance music, their bodies moving silhouettes, writhing rhythmically, bumping, grinding. It's pitch dark except for the intermittent movement of a great many colored strobe lights, the sparkle off the shiny disco ball dispersed across various surfaces in the room. She came here with a group of friends, guys and girls alike, celebrating the start of the weekend after a grueling workweek.
Linda and I had been seeing each other for at least 7 or 8 months with a little time out while she dated someone else semi-seriously for a while. It didn't last, though.
We usually saw each other on Saturday nights. I tried to take her to dinner or to a show or something, but she really didn't want to go anywhere.
As she once said, sitting on my couch sipping her Pinsch and water, "I'm right where I want to be."
My name is Jeff and when I was 18, after graduating high school and before starting college, I went to Italy by myself to do some solo traveling for a few weeks before meeting up with friends later in the trip. I had learned a bunch of Italian in high school, and was looking forward to immersing myself in the language to really learn it.
The large house was silent except for the sound of Jennifer and Nicole's footsteps on the tile floor. Everywhere they looked, elegant Christmas decorations adorned the walls. They turned into a lavish living room and saw a single occupant—a fellow teacher named Cheryl—sitting next to an eight foot Christmas tree.
Leaning backwards through the stocks the toy felt utterly helpless as her Master circled around her giving the other people in the room a clear view of her taut spread eagled body. The spreader bar that forced her shaking limbs apart dug its cold hard ends into the inner part of her knees and she could feel her legs stretched out to their limit.
Thomas picked me up at eight and we decided to go for a drive. It was a hot night; Thomas was just wearing a white shirt, which he had left unbuttoned, showing off the muscles in his chest, and a pair of shorts that stopped above his knee. His clothes weren't anything fabulous, but it never seemed to matter what he wore, he always looked fantastic to me.
When Rachel had arrived in Paris, she had never imagined she would end up here. But here she was, in a strange woman's house waiting for her first threesome. Jason looked down at her and smiled. She smiled back, albeit a little tentatively. She had met Jason in the train station and had gone home with him the first night she was here. She couldn't imagine ever doing that back home. This trip though was so she could get away from who she was.