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She is aroused by watching him masturbate.
She loved watching him masturbate. The way he looked with his hand wrapped around his hard cock, pumping it up and down, never failed to arouse her. Just thinking about it now made her nipples stiffen and that warm familiar feeling of wetness begin between her legs. She shifted in her chair and rubbed her thighs together creating a bit of friction that only increased the dampness in her panties. She was never going to get any work done this way. She stared at the blank computer screen in front of her and tried to concentrate on the report she was supposed to be doing. But it was of no use. The images returned to her mind and seemed to appear on the screen.
She loved watching him masturbate. The way he looked with his hand wrapped around his hard cock, pumping it up and down, never failed to arouse her. Just thinking about it now made her nipples stiffen and that warm familiar feeling of wetness begin between her legs. She shifted in her chair and rubbed her thighs together creating a bit of friction that only increased the dampness in her panties. She was never going to get any work done this way. She stared at the blank computer screen in front of her and tried to concentrate on the report she was supposed to be doing. But it was of no use. The images returned to her mind and seemed to appear on the screen. Read more »
Family fun continues to branch out.
The sex has never been better! Since involving my wife in my fun with the rest of her family, our sex life has really gone to the next level. Lori (my wife) still doesn't know everything (like, she doesn't know I fucked her mom!), but she does know a lot. And now, she will do absolutely anything to please me, because it pleases her, too.
Recently, she gave my friend Ted a great blow job at my promotion party while I watched, and it was a huge turn-on for both of us. Since then, Ted has been calling and e-mailing Lori, asking for a repeat. Well, 'begging' would be a more accurate term. She'd let me listen in to their phone conversations, and we would work together to send answers to his e-mails.
The sex has never been better! Since involving my wife in my fun with the rest of her family, our sex life has really gone to the next level. Lori (my wife) still doesn’t know everything (like, she doesn’t know I fucked her mom!), but she does know a lot. And now, she will do absolutely anything to please me, because it pleases her, too.
Recently, she gave my friend Ted a great blow job at my promotion party while I watched, and it was a huge turn-on for both of us. Since then, Ted has been calling and e-mailing Lori, asking for a repeat. Well, ‘begging’ would be a more accurate term. She’d let me listen in to their phone conversations, and we would work together to send answers to his e-mails. Read more »
They enjoy a little exhibitionism.
The end of an absolutely amazing first week was drawing to an end and, as a celebration, I asked Julie if she thought her mother would baby sit the babe while we went out for a great dinner. The frequency of feedings was no such that we Julie could feed the babe just before we left and she would be okay for at least four to five hours. Julie jumped at the opportunity since she hadn't been out for some time and I wanted to show off my baby's wonderful body in public. Perhaps this was selfish of me but I had some thoughts in mind for a very special night.
The end of an absolutely amazing first week was drawing to an end and, as a celebration, I asked Julie if she thought her mother would baby sit the babe while we went out for a great dinner. The frequency of feedings was no such that we Julie could feed the babe just before we left and she would be okay for at least four to five hours. Julie jumped at the opportunity since she hadn’t been out for some time and I wanted to show off my baby’s wonderful body in public. Perhaps this was selfish of me but I had some thoughts in mind for a very special night. Read more »
A married woman's first adventure in exhibitionism.
Last weekend, I allowed another man to look up my skirt. It was the first time I ever intentionally flashed anyone and it led me to feelings and actions I never thought I could let myself experience.
I know there have been many occasions where I"ve unknowingly exposed small bits of myself to others. I"ve caught men gazing into the gap of my v-neck shirts or between the buttons of loose-fitting blouses. I"ve seen their eyes rising the length of my thighs seeking the flash of panties when my legs part however quickly. Each time, wholly embarrassed, I"ve cinched up my shirt, closed my legs, shying away from revealing anything more than the passing pleasure a stolen glance. Never before have I intentionally paraded my personal places for anyone other than my husband or my doctor.
Last weekend, I allowed another man to look up my skirt. It was the first time I ever intentionally flashed anyone and it led me to feelings and actions I never thought I could let myself experience.
I know there have been many occasions where I”ve unknowingly exposed small bits of myself to others. I”ve caught men gazing into the gap of my v-neck shirts or between the buttons of loose-fitting blouses. I”ve seen their eyes rising the length of my thighs seeking the flash of panties when my legs part however quickly. Each time, wholly embarrassed, I”ve cinched up my shirt, closed my legs, shying away from revealing anything more than the passing pleasure a stolen glance. Never before have I intentionally paraded my personal places for anyone other than my husband or my doctor. Read more »
The girls are humiliated and punished.
*6: The punishment*
In the morning I was the first to wake up and I went to get myself a cup of coffee. When I went through the dining room I was stunned to see that the girls hadn't cleaned it up at all before going off to bed. I was pissed and marched back into my room to tell Cindy. She was very surprised as well. I told her that I was going to have to punish them very seriously if they were to have any chance of staying on for the whole week, and for Cindy to get her bonus. I told her that she would need to help me punish them. For the day, I said that I would share my power with Cindy. Cindy would, of course, still have to do anything I say, but the girls would have to do whatever she said too. I said that I would be punishing them very severely today, but that I would need for Cindy to help punish them as well, and that if she didn't come up with humiliating, embarrassing enough things I didn't know if the girls would be able to redeem themselves.
*6: The punishment*
In the morning I was the first to wake up and I went to get myself a cup of coffee. When I went through the dining room I was stunned to see that the girls hadn’t cleaned it up at all before going off to bed. I was pissed and marched back into my room to tell Cindy. She was very surprised as well. I told her that I was going to have to punish them very seriously if they were to have any chance of staying on for the whole week, and for Cindy to get her bonus. I told her that she would need to help me punish them. For the day, I said that I would share my power with Cindy. Cindy would, of course, still have to do anything I say, but the girls would have to do whatever she said too. I said that I would be punishing them very severely today, but that I would need for Cindy to help punish them as well, and that if she didn’t come up with humiliating, embarrassing enough things I didn’t know if the girls would be able to redeem themselves. Read more »
Country living has never been so surprising.
"This story is a lot different from most of my others. It was written as a challenge story for another site and I decided to share it here as well. Please let me know if you enjoy it. Votes and feedback are very important to us who write. Thanks :)"
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At forty one years young my curves along with dark hair and green eyes still manage to draw attention. Almost three years ago my husband's fondness for other women awarded me with a divorce and a home on five acres in the country. I hear cars driving past often but few travel down my road. The privacy allows for sunning or swimming naked and I enjoy that.
“This story is a lot different from most of my others. It was written as a challenge story for another site and I decided to share it here as well. Please let me know if you enjoy it. Votes and feedback are very important to us who write. Thanks :)”
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At forty one years young my curves along with dark hair and green eyes still manage to draw attention. Almost three years ago my husband’s fondness for other women awarded me with a divorce and a home on five acres in the country. I hear cars driving past often but few travel down my road. The privacy allows for sunning or swimming naked and I enjoy that. Read more »
Something more than a game.
The next time it came up was a month later, another party. This one was a costume party, which gave everyone license to be as outrageous as their imaginations would allow. I told Nancy not to worry about a costume. I had something in mind. She knew I was thinking about more than just a showy costume, but I didn't say anything more until it came time to get ready. Then I gave her the little Pocahontas costume I had created.
It was a brightly beaded leather vest, a loincloth and a few feathers. The vest was cut short, just below her tits, and had no means of closure. The loincloth consisted of two ten-inch square flaps of buckskin on skinny leather thongs. The feathers were for her hair. I figured it would nominally cover when she was standing, sitting, or walking. But when she danced, it would leave very little to the imagination.
The next time it came up was a month later, another party. This one was a costume party, which gave everyone license to be as outrageous as their imaginations would allow. I told Nancy not to worry about a costume. I had something in mind. She knew I was thinking about more than just a showy costume, but I didn’t say anything more until it came time to get ready. Then I gave her the little Pocahontas costume I had created.
It was a brightly beaded leather vest, a loincloth and a few feathers. The vest was cut short, just below her tits, and had no means of closure. The loincloth consisted of two ten-inch square flaps of buckskin on skinny leather thongs. The feathers were for her hair. I figured it would nominally cover when she was standing, sitting, or walking. But when she danced, it would leave very little to the imagination. Read more »
Artist and model go well beyond a professional relationship.
"Voila!"
Amy had just walked back into Naked City after a shopping trip. From a sports shop bag she pulled two elasticised towelling sweatbands, and dangled them in front of me with a look of triumph.
"What did you buy them for?" I said.
"For us", she said
"But I don't play tennis."
"We're not going to play tennis, silly. We're going to fuck in public."
"You were serious about that?"
"Of course I was. Look."
Amy kicked her shoes off, dropped her jeans and stepped out of them. As always when she shed her clothes, the first sight of her beautifully bald and pantiless pussy gave me a small jolt of adrenalin, and I could not imagine ever becoming tired of looking at it. She took one of the sweatbands and pulled it over her foot and up her leg until it was round her thigh like a garter, about three or four inches below her crotch. Then she did the same to the other leg.
“Voila!”
Amy had just walked back into Naked City after a shopping trip. From a sports shop bag she pulled two elasticised towelling sweatbands, and dangled them in front of me with a look of triumph.
“What did you buy them for?” I said.
“For us”, she said
“But I don’t play tennis.”
“We’re not going to play tennis, silly. We’re going to fuck in public.”
“You were serious about that?”
“Of course I was. Look.”
Amy kicked her shoes off, dropped her jeans and stepped out of them. As always when she shed her clothes, the first sight of her beautifully bald and pantiless pussy gave me a small jolt of adrenalin, and I could not imagine ever becoming tired of looking at it. She took one of the sweatbands and pulled it over her foot and up her leg until it was round her thigh like a garter, about three or four inches below her crotch. Then she did the same to the other leg. Read more »
The best session yet.
*Chapter One*
He arrived at his appointed time, the last scheduled time she had available for his weekly massage. He had been going to her for more than 15 years, he was confident in her procedures, and he expected only a massage, a long one for a change.
They talked for a bit about goings-on for them both, then she excused herself to take care of some business. She said he could take a quick shower to rinse away the day's dirt, which he gladly did. He also took the opportunity to relieve himself, knowing the session he had scheduled was going to be longer than usual, about an hour-and-a-half.
*Chapter One*
He arrived at his appointed time, the last scheduled time she had available for his weekly massage. He had been going to her for more than 15 years, he was confident in her procedures, and he expected only a massage, a long one for a change.
They talked for a bit about goings-on for them both, then she excused herself to take care of some business. She said he could take a quick shower to rinse away the day’s dirt, which he gladly did. He also took the opportunity to relieve himself, knowing the session he had scheduled was going to be longer than usual, about an hour-and-a-half. Read more »
He discovers his wife is an exhibitionist - & he loves it.
We were in the bleachers at my son's Little League baseball game. I was sitting in the very top row and my wife, Joan, was sitting in the row just below me. As I watched, I noticed she was allowing her legs to fall carelessly open and she was also paying more attention to a certain male spectator then she was paying to the baseball game unfolding before us. When I realized what was happening, a sense of jealous anger mixed with a sexual excitement started to produce butterflies in my stomach. Since neither my wife nor the male spectator could tell I was observing them due to my very dark sunglasses, I decided to let the scene play out.
We were in the bleachers at my son’s Little League baseball game. I was sitting in the very top row and my wife, Joan, was sitting in the row just below me. As I watched, I noticed she was allowing her legs to fall carelessly open and she was also paying more attention to a certain male spectator then she was paying to the baseball game unfolding before us. When I realized what was happening, a sense of jealous anger mixed with a sexual excitement started to produce butterflies in my stomach. Since neither my wife nor the male spectator could tell I was observing them due to my very dark sunglasses, I decided to let the scene play out. Read more »