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My wife and I like to keep our sex life varied. We think it keeps our marriage hot, exciting and alive. One of the things we like to do from time to time is show her body off to other men. I’m not totally sure why, but it seems to reinforce our knowledge that she is still attractive to others, and I know it turns us both on. We like to think of it as a great form of foreplay. We also like to think that it’s our little way of making the world a happier place, because it also gives pleasure to others.

Once she even got a temporary job as a topless Go-Go dancer in a little, out of the way bar in a town about sixty miles away where we were sure she wouldn’t be seen by anyone we know. The place was pretty loosely run, in that the local management allowed the patrons a great deal of leeway in stuffing their one dollar tips well down the front of the dancers’ G-strings and grabbing a quick feel of their tits while they were at it. She only worked there for a week, and I used to sit right there at the bar during all her sets, closely watching her reactions and those of the male patrons. It really got me hot to see them touch her like that, and she told me it used to get her turned on as well, but that’s another story.

Arlene is a petite little woman, with long, naturally auburn hair and a picture perfect 36B-24-35 body that she’s kept in perfect condition over the years. As a matter of fact, I think her body looks better now that it did when we were first married. She keeps it in shape by carefully watching what she eats and exercising strenuously, both vertically and horizontally. When she’s in the right mood, which comes pretty often, she has an almost insatiable appetite for sex and anything related to sex. I’d like to tell you about what happened one of those times. (click to read entire story…)

It had been a beautiful day from the outset and I swung by the apartment of some friends, wanting to say hello since I was in the area. When I got there, Kay answered the door, dressed in a small bikini and a big grin. She greeted me by throwing her arms around me and giving me a hearty kiss.

Now Kay is attractive, but not what some would consider attractive. Facially, she’s pretty plain, but her smile and sparkling blue eyes tell a lot about the warmth and passion of this young lady. Her figure is nice, with large breasts that wobble invitingly, a reasonable waist with just enough padding to make her fun, and a very nice ass and legs. Kay is an ash blonde, or “dirty blonde” if you prefer, and her hair falls over her shoulders, giving her a bouncy look.

Kay shouted into the apartment to get Ken’s attention, dragging me in behind her. Ken came out of the bedroom, tying his swim trunks on and gave me his standard “hello ugly” greeting. I grinned, giving him the finger. Ken, I should note, is about six four and 210 pounds of tightly packed muscles. I wouldn’t want to try him, although four years in Uncle Sam’s Misguided Children taught me quite a lot about hand-to-hand I’m not that confident. In any case, we’re good friends, and needle each other for fun.

Kay announced that they were just heading for the pool and I was welcome to join them using one of Ken’s suits. I held up the boxer-like trunks and looked down. My knees were missing. Needless to say, I declined gracefully. I accompanied them down to the pool and sat on the deck while they dove in and swam about. Ken splashed at me, trying to get my goat, while Kay teased me about passing up the chance to play “blind man’s bluff” in the pool with her. I must say that watching Kay haul her body out of the water, her [tag]big breasts[/tag] wobbling wetly, is enough to tempt many men.

Kay dove into the deep end while Ken and I were chatting near the other end of the pool. Ken rested his head on his arms, relaxed. I was in the middle of a sentence when he grinned broadly. I thought he’d just had another of his naughty little ideas when I spotted the shadow from behind. From behind, and too late. (click to read entire story…)

When I was at [tag]school[/tag], I used to sing in the choir. The reason was quite simple to the average horny boy – 25 girls to 10 boys and the sexiest teacher in the school in charge of it. My lust at the time was for a girl called Alison who just happened to be in the choir as well. We used to get on famously but I always seemed to lack the courage to ask her out. She was [tag]sixteen[/tag] (same age as me), brown hair and eyes, 5’4″, had all her curves in the right places and whenever she smiled she sent me wild.

Anyway one night we had a concert not too far from were she lived and after it was over, being the chivalrous type, I walked her home. Can’t remember what we talked about now but it was probably something stupid like homework or who randy bandy Leslie, the class slut, was having that night. When we arrived at her house, she asked me in for a coffee and of course I said yes. Her parents had quite a nice house – what little of it I saw on that occasion. She showed me through to the lounge, put the TV on and disappeared into the kitchen or so I thought. When she came back she had changed out of her school uniform (always worn at choir concerts) and was wearing a tight pair of jeans, a thin blouse through which i could see the lacy outline of her well-filled bra and in her hands were two steaming cups of coffee. (click to read entire story…)

It was a rainy and cool autumn night, a nice change from the long, hot summer. It had been a busy day and so I decided to call for a pizza to be delivered. In the meantime I took a long, hot shower to relax.

My husband was working very late. One child was sleeping and the other was gone to a friend’s house overnight. Just as I was rubbing soapsuds all over my body, I heard the doorbell ring. Wouldn’t you know it? I suddenly remembered that I had ordered a pizza. I knew that the delivery person would be standing in the rain, so I quickly put on a very short red silk robe. I was still wet so it was sticking to my body all over. I ran to the door and opened it to find the pizza kid who was also quite wet. I told him to come in out of the rain. When he stepped into the light of the hall, I was very happily surprised. He was about 6 feet tall, dark hair, brown eyes, very good looking, young but “old enough.”

I was immediately excited. My nipples got hard under the wet silk and I think he noticed. My robe was coming open a little bit when I took the pizza and went to get the money so he could see more of my breasts. I was shaking when I was coming back from the kitchen with the money and I dropped some of it. He helped me pick it up and I could tell he was breathing heavily.

When we stood up I noticed how hard he was. His cock looked so big even under his clothes that I knew I couldn’t resist trying to seduce him. (click to read entire story…)

Late August we went to spend some weeks in the Alps with all the family. The panorama was idyllic: rocky mountains, luxuriant woods, meadows and pastures studded by crystal lakes. We walked many hours every day and enjoyed ourselves a lot.

One morning our kids remained to play with some friends in a beautiful park, full of games and attractions, so Alex and I went for a walk in a wood quite far away. The previous day and night I had been in charge, and Alex was wearing marks of my belt and teeth. Besides, he had his legs striped with red and blue bruises, because I had beaten him with tiny branchlets. He was very proud of those marks and ready to switch. He informed me with a steel voice: “Today I AM in charge, sweetie.”

For half an hour we followed a beaten path, then decided to enter into the thick of the forest. We went on for some minutes: at a certain point it was as if we were passing the threshold of an enchanted realm, and time was no more. The ground was crowded with fallen branches, rocks covered with musk, stones of different shapes and dimensions, tall grasses. A beautiful raven, black as the deepest night, was following us from the beginning of the morning and stopped himself to rest on the tallest branch of a tree nearby. Squirrels were playing. There was an exquisite fragrance of wet earth and mint plants. For a long time we remained silent.

At last my Master told me: “I think that this is the right place. The trees are dense enough, and there’s a good supply of the kind of wood I was looking for”. The wood around us was a mixed forest, partly made of conifers and partly of oaks and [tag]birches[/tag]. I was dressed in a wool sweater, a pair of orange shorts, and heavy shoes. At my neck I wore a silver collar with very big turquoises. In my earlobes there were eight small golden earrings and two large ones of silver and turquoise. They were so heavy that were slowly stretching my holes. Over his jeans Alex wore a very big belt, with an heavy engraved buckle. (click to read entire story…)