#Voyeur

My name is Lauren, and I'm 43. I've been married to my high school sweetheart, Jack, for 21 years. It's hard to admit, but we haven't been intimate in nearly four years. I know I share some of the blame, but Jack doesn't make it easy. He's a mechanic, spending his days hunched under car hoods, coming home reeking of oil and sweat. It's not exactly a turn-on. And me, sprawled on the recliner binge-watching cooking shows, probably isn't sparking his desire either. It's a brutal loop - the less we connect, the less we crave each other. Our early years were electric, though, full of stolen moments and hungry nights. I'm not out of the game yet, I think. At 5'6" and about 125 pounds, I still catch glances when I bother to dress up. The rare times I've dipped into spicy video chats with younger guys online, their eagerness made me believe they'd sprint to my doorstep if I dropped a pin. I've known for a while that Jack sees escorts. Since we're not physical anymore, I've felt safe from any health risks, barring some freak laundry mishap. But his occasional grimaces when he adjusts himself down there make my stomach twist. Back when we were insatiable, Jack was a force - well-equipped, with hands and lips that devoured me. My friends used to tease me about his stamina. We'd tangle up for hours, multiple rounds a night, leaving me sore and sated. Now, those memories feel like someone else's life. After I was let go from my job managing event staff for a local venue, my libido tanked. Jack's was already long gone. Alone in the house, I'd sometimes lean into the pulsing stream of the handheld shower or rely on a sleek little vibe I snagged at a girls' night hosted by my friend Megan, who's always been a bit too touchy-feely with me. I've never outright rejected her advances, though. Jack dropping out of trade school never derailed us, despite my friends' snide remarks, likely hoping he'd be fair game. Jack's the kind of man whose only windfall is a rare playoff win for his team. Everything else is sweat and grind, which I think fuels his passion for his work - and, once upon a time, for me. Nothing's permanent, which is why I'm spilling this here. Last Tuesday, Jack stormed home in a black mood. I'd thrown together a sandwich for him and was sorting laundry in our cramped utility room. I wasn't checking if he was eating the tomato salad he swears by, nor was I focused on him - he's a big boy, he can fend for himself. I yanked open the dryer and tossed damp clothes into a basket, bending over without a care for proper form, my backside in the air. It was a muggy week, and I wore a thin sundress that rode up my thighs. Bending over, it probably flashed my plain cotton panties. My hair was a frizzy mess, and my chest was half-spilling out of the dress's neckline - I was the opposite of seductive, and my sex drive was equally absent. I grabbed one of Jack's countless work shirts and stepped onto the back porch to pin it to the clothesline. I didn't care about prying eyes from the neighbors - I'm too old to worry if someone's sneaking a peek at a wardrobe malfunction. On the fourth shirt, as I stretched to clip it, calloused hands clamped onto my waist, and a voice I'd nearly forgotten growled in my ear. Damn, I forgot how good you look like this. His breath, sharp with coffee and grease, warmed my neck as his broad, softened frame pressed into me. Your memory's crap, then, - I shot back. - Same body, same name, just darker hair since that cheap dye irritated my skin. I try to say something nice, and you shut it down, - he muttered, half-irritated. That's your idea of sweet talk? - I retorted, more playful than pissed, especially with the stirring I felt against my lower back. Quiet, just feel this. Jack's hands slid under my dress, finding my breasts, still soft but aching for attention. His palms molded to their curves, thumbs brushing my nipples through the thin bra, coaxing them to stiffen. His rough skin scratched lightly, so he guided his fingers to my lips. I sucked them slowly, swirling my tongue like I was tasting something forbidden, wetting them thoroughly. He returned them to my chest, the slick warmth making my nipples peak harder, sending jolts down my spine. His mouth latched onto my neck, teeth grazing just shy of pain, then softening to suck gently at the spot below my ear. He never went for the ear itself - thank God, I hate that - but his tongue's slow, deliberate drags along my pulse point melted me, pulling me into a haze of need. His thick thighs nudged mine apart, slotting himself against my ass. One hand left my breast to fumble with his belt, the clink of metal loud in the quiet evening. His jeans hit the porch floor, and I felt him straining against those god-awful plaid boxers he insists on wearing. He hiked my dress higher, hooking a finger in my panties and tugging them down, the fabric catching briefly on my dampening skin. Eyes shut, I arched back, grinding against his growing hardness, desperate for the way he used to claim me when we were young and reckless. A whimper slipped out - I felt wild, like a woman possessed, ready to be ravaged by a man reborn. I peeked through half-lidded eyes; the porch was dim, lit only by the neighbor's floodlight. Jack freed himself, his length hot and heavy as he dragged it along my crease, teasing me with its weight. Feeling bold, he nudged it between my thighs, gliding against my folds, stirring a slickness I'd forgotten I could produce. His teeth sank lightly into my left shoulder, and his right hand dipped lower, fingers circling my clit with a precision that made my knees buckle. Jack's touch was masterful, always had been. His fingers, still slick from my mouth, danced over my sensitive skin, parting me gently, then pressing just right, sending sparks through my core. My body responded, coating him as he slid against me, his breaths ragged. He dipped his fingers lower, gathering my arousal, and brought them to his lips, groaning like he'd tasted something divine. Then he bent me further over the porch railing, my breasts swaying free as the dress gaped open, exposed to the humid air. He drew back just enough for me to reach down, guiding his tip to my entrance, trembling with want. I needed him to fill me, to break me open like he did when we were kids sneaking off to his dad's garage. Jack didn't hesitate - he thrust in with a single, deep stroke, stretching me so fully it bordered on too much. I gasped, but the slight sting gave way to pleasure as he settled inside, perfectly snug. He stilled, hands tracing my spine, then gripped my hips like anchors, starting a slow, deliberate rhythm that hit every nerve. The tang of detergent from the clothes mingled with the motor oil on his skin, his belt buckle clinking faintly against the railing with each move. His sweat-soaked shirt clung to my back, our heat merging in the sticky air. I was unraveling, filthy and alive, owned by a man who'd ignored me for years. It was a resurrection of sorts. His hands slid to my shoulders, pulling me back to deepen the angle. Each thrust felt like it reached my soul, his length dragging against every sensitive spot. The slick, rhythmic slap of skin on skin echoed faintly, a primal sound that drowned out the crickets. My body was a live wire, dripping down my legs, a mix of us and the summer's heat. Jack's size was always a marvel - long and thick, the kind of thing that made me shy to admit how much I loved it. It curved just right, the head flared enough to catch every ridge inside me, sending shocks with every withdrawal. If he wasn't carrying that extra weight, he'd still turn heads, but this felt like rediscovery. Sorry, I'm getting sidetracked. Jack's grip tightened, his thrusts growing hungrier but still measured, savoring every inch. My thighs were slick, our mingled sweat and arousal cooling in the breeze. His left hand slid to my throat, gentle but possessive, and I nipped at his fingers, tasting grease and salt as he quickened his pace, the railing creaking under our weight. The night was silent except for our gasping breaths, blending with the hum of a distant streetlight. We swallowed our cries until Jack's voice broke through, rough and raw. Fuck, Amy, you're so damn wild, you're gonna feel me for weeks. I flinched at the wrong name but didn't stop, too close to climax to derail it. His words stoked the fire anyway. His coarse hands roamed, his heat consuming me despite their roughness. I surrendered, letting him drive into me with a ferocity that shook the porch boards, my body meeting his thrust. My thighs quaked, my breaths jagged - I was seconds away. I'm coming, oh God, - I gasped, muffled against his palm. A heartbeat later, Jack's release hit, his warmth flooding my body, his spasms searing me from within. I shuddered, my body clenching around him as waves crashed through me, my nails digging into the railing. His groan was primal, echoing in my chest as he eased out, still pulsing, leaving me dripping and spent. Hell, darlin', that was unreal, - he panted, hiking up his jeans, his length still glistening in the dim light before shuffling back inside. I stayed put, not turning to face him, catching my breath. The neighbor's son, a lanky 21-year-old, was watching from his window, eyes wide. I wouldn't have said no to him in another life, but what gnawed at me was finding a walk-in clinic for peace tests of mind - and where Jack would crash tonight. A wrong name's no dealbreaker for a fuck like that, but it might be for a marriage.

When I moved to Seattle for grad school, I stayed with my older brother, who lived with his wife, Lily, in a cozy Craftsman house near the university. Lily was magnetic - her laugh could light up a room, and she had this effortless grace, with curves that seemed sculpted to distract. Her eyes sparkled with mischief, but it was the way she moved, hips swaying just so, that made it hard to look away. One rainy night, I woke to strange sounds echoing through the house. Barefoot, I padded down the hall, drawn to a faint glow spilling from my brother's bedroom. The door was cracked open, and curiosity got the better of me. I peered inside, my breath catching. A dim lamp illuminated the room, casting shadows over Lily, who was on all fours, her body rocking as my brother moved behind her, their rhythm primal and intense. Her soft moans filled the air, each one syncing with his thrusts. My heart pounded, and I stood frozen, unable to tear my eyes away. Heat surged through me, and my hand instinctively wandered, mirroring the intensity before me. Then my brother's hand met her skin with a sharp smack, and he let out a low growl, his body shuddering. Lily shifted, turning to take him into her mouth, her movements slow and deliberate. For a fleeting moment, her gaze flicked toward the door - I ducked back, pulse racing, unsure if I'd been caught. The next morning, Lily brought me coffee at dawn, her usual routine. I was still groggy, no classes until the afternoon since my seminar didn't start until 3 p.m. Around 9 a.m., she returned with another mug, this time wearing a silk robe that clung to her like a second skin, sheer enough to reveal every curve. She slid onto my bed, nudging me over, and said, "So, last night - did you like what you saw? " I played it cool. "What do you mean? " She leaned closer, her voice teasing. "Don't pretend. I caught you watching us - me and your brother." "I was out cold all night, " I said, dodging. Her lips curved into a knowing smile. "Sure you were. I saw you when I turned to... finish him off." I gave in, my guard dropping. "Alright, fine. It was hot - the way you moved, the way you took him." Her eyes gleamed, and she shifted, her back to me now, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from her. She'd climbed into my bed before, but it was always casual, platonic - until now. Emboldened, I wrapped an arm around her, pulling her against me so she could feel my arousal. My lips found her neck, tracing soft kisses along her skin, then grazing her earlobe with my teeth. She pressed back, her hips rolling subtly, urging me on. I kissed lower, along her spine, then back up, whispering against her ear as her breath hitched. She turned to face me, and our eyes locked - then our mouths crashed together, tongues dancing in a hungry, desperate tangle. The kiss deepened, all heat and need, as I slid a finger between her lips. She sucked it slowly, her gaze never wavering, and I moved to her chest, kissing one breast, then the other, teasing her nipples with gentle flicks of my tongue. I wet two fingers in my mouth, then trailed them down, slipping them inside her warmth. She gasped, her body arching as I moved slowly, exploring her depths with a steady rhythm, feeling her tighten around me. Our kisses grew frantic, and I slid lower, my lips brushing her stomach, pausing to swirl my tongue in her navel. When I reached her core, I inhaled her scent - musky, intoxicating - and let my tongue glide over her, tasting her sweetness. I teased her folds, then plunged deeper, my tongue stroking inside her as my fingers resumed their slow, deliberate dance. I found her clit, circling it with soft licks before sucking gently, increasing the pressure as her hips bucked. My fingers moved faster now, curling just right, and her moans grew louder, her hands gripping the sheets as she fought to stay quiet. Her body tensed, trembling, and with a stifled cry - "Oh, god" - she came, her release warm and abundant. I savored it, lapping gently, letting the taste linger on my tongue. Climbing back to her mouth, I kissed her deeply, sharing her essence as our tongues intertwined. "Taste how good you are, " I murmured, and she moaned into the kiss, pulling me closer. "Now, " she whispered, her voice raw with want. I positioned myself, my arousal throbbing, and entered her slowly, savoring the way she enveloped me, tight and warm. Each inch was deliberate, her breath hitching as I filled her. We found a rhythm - deep, unhurried thrusts, my hands gripping her hips as she met me move for move. "Harder, " she urged, her nails digging into my back. I obliged, driving deeper, the bed creaking beneath us as our pace quickened. Her moans became pleas - "Yes, like that, don't stop" - and after what felt like an eternity of building heat, we shattered together. Her walls pulsed around me as I spilled into her, wave after wave, our bodies trembling in unison. I stayed inside her, softening, until she shifted, her lips wrapping around me, drawing out every last shudder with slow, deliberate sucks. She lingered, teasing with her tongue until I was spent, then curled against me. I kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her hair, and we drifted into a hazy sleep, tangled in each other. I woke an hour later, her body still pressed to mine, her skin slick from our earlier passion. My hands roamed, tracing the curve of her hips, her thighs, finding the warmth between them still glistening. I teased her there, then slid lower, my fingers circling her tightest entrance, slick with our mingled fluids. She stirred, a soft moan escaping as I eased one finger inside, then two, moving slowly to relax her. I kissed her neck, her spine, murmuring, "I want this - I want all of you." She didn't pull away. I took my time, stretching her gently, my lips never leaving her skin - her ear, her shoulder, the small of her back. When she was ready, I positioned her on her knees, her body open to me. I pressed myself against her, easing forward with care, the tight resistance giving way as I entered her, inch by slow inch. She gasped, a mix of pain and pleasure, and I paused, whispering, "Breathe, let me in." I held still, letting her adjust, until she rocked back against me, urging me deeper. I moved then, slow at first, each thrust measured, feeling her stretch around me. "More, " she panted, and I gave it to her - harder, deeper, my hands gripping her hips as I set a relentless pace. The sensation was overwhelming, her tightness gripping me as I plunged in, pulling nearly out before driving back, the rhythm building to a fever pitch. She pushed back, meeting every thrust, her voice raw - "Yes, break me, give it all to me." I lost myself in her, spanking her lightly, tugging her hair to pull her into a messy, hungry kiss as our bodies slammed together. Her climax hit like a storm, her body convulsing, and I followed, releasing deep inside her with forceful pulses, filling her until we collapsed, breathless. She turned, taking me into her mouth again, cleaning me with languid strokes, her tongue swirling until I was hard again. We didn't stop - that day, I skipped my seminar, and we devoured each other, messy and unashamed. Her taste, her scent, the way she moved - it was raw, primal, unforgettable. It marked the beginning of a hidden affair, a tangle of stolen moments that stretched two years until I left my brother's house, carrying the memory of Lily's wildfire passion with me, a secret etched into every fiber of my being.

Everything shifted in our quiet suburban home. For years, I'd suppressed my desire to dress boldly, but now, with my husband Tom's encouragement, I embraced it fully. He'd come with me on shopping trips, his eyes lighting up as we picked out clothes that screamed sex - tight little dresses that hugged my curves, miniskirts so short they barely covered my ass, lacy lingerie that teased more than it hid, strappy heels that made my legs look endless, and perfumes that clung to the air like a promise. My closet became a playground of seduction, and Tom couldn't get enough of it. He'd run his hands over my toned thighs, smack my round backside, and cup my perky breasts, urging me to flaunt every inch of myself - my sultry hazel eyes, my pouty lips, all of it. It didn't stop at clothes. Three nights a week, I'd slip into the arms of my lovers, and Tom was all for it. He knew about Derek, the rugged mechanic I'd confessed to sleeping with, and he'd seen Nick take me in our own living room one night, hiding in the shadows as Nick pinned me to the couch. But he hadn't caught wind of the filthy afternoons I'd spent with Sean and Tyler - two guys who'd left me trembling and sore, and who I'd be seeing again soon. Tom started watching more often. One night, he pushed me to invite Derek over. "Tell him I'm out of town, " he said, smirking, though he had no intention of leaving. I called Derek, and when he arrived - tall, broad, smelling of motor oil - Tom slipped out the back, only to circle around and peer through the blinds. I led Derek to our bedroom, my heart pounding as I peeled off my dress. He didn't waste time - his rough hands yanked my thong aside, and he bent me over the bed, his thick cock stretching me open with one brutal thrust. I gasped, my fingers clawing the sheets as he fucked me hard, his hips slapping against my ass. Sweat beaded on my skin as he gripped my hair, pulling my head back while he pounded deeper, grunting like an animal. I came fast, my pussy clenching around him, and he followed, flooding me with heat. Tom saw it all - the way Derek owned me, the way I moaned like a slut - and it only made him hungrier. I wasn't working then. I'd married Tom at 18, dropping out of college, but he'd pushed me to go back and finish my nursing degree. At school, guys noticed me - my tight jeans and low-cut tops made sure of that - but none of them sparked that deep, primal shiver I craved. Until one day, leaving class, I heard a familiar voice call, "Lydia! " I turned, and there was Ben - my high school sweetheart, now 23, same as me. He'd filled out, his arms thick with muscle, his jaw sharp. I still looked young, my style a mix of sweet and slutty - ponytail high, skirt short, lips glossy. We hugged, and I felt his eyes roam my body, lingering on my ass and the swell of my chest. Men stared at me everywhere - catcalls on the street, whispers in the halls - and Ben was no exception. He invited me for coffee that day, and I said yes. We talked for hours, the tension building. Soon, he was at school all the time, waiting for me. One evening, he suggested beers in his dad's old pickup. I climbed in, and we drove to a wooded spot off the highway, the air thick with dusk and desire. Inside the cab, he leaned in, his lips crashing into mine. I pushed back at first, murmuring, "I'm married, " but his tongue silenced me, hot and insistent. My resistance melted as he unhooked my bra, freeing my tits. His mouth latched onto a nipple, sucking hard, teeth grazing the sensitive peak while his hand shoved up my skirt. His fingers found my soaked slit, plunging in, curling against my walls as I whimpered, my hips bucking against him. He begged to take me somewhere private, but I played coy, whispering, "Maybe next time, " though I knew I'd cave soon. Two weeks passed without Derek or Nick, and I was antsy. I told Tom about Ben, lying that he'd asked me out for Friday. Tom's cock twitched at the thought - he got off on me being fucked senseless. That night, I called Ben, purring that Tom would be gone all weekend. He got the hint. Friday, Tom teased me mercilessly - kissing my neck, grinding against me, slipping just the tip inside before pulling out, leaving me dripping and desperate. "You might get pregnant, running around like this, " I teased. His eyes darkened, his dick throbbing as he growled, "Plenty of room for more." He dressed me up - black garter belt, sheer stockings, a red bra and thong set, a crimson dress that barely reached my thighs, and stilettos. I was a walking wet dream. Tom dropped me at the bar, slipping inside first to watch from a corner booth. I strutted in, heads turning, but Ben's gaze burned hottest. He stood, aiming for a peck, but I grabbed his face and kissed him deep, my tongue dancing with his. We drank, his hand sliding up my thigh, fingers brushing the edge of my thong. After a few rounds, he was shameless - kissing me like he owned me, his tongue fucking my mouth while his fingers slipped under the lace, rubbing my clit in slow, maddening circles. I was drenched, my hand squeezing his bulge, feeling how big he'd gotten. "Ben, baby, come with me, " I breathed, leading him to the men's room. I stepped in first, but he followed, too horny to wait. He dragged me into a stall, yanked my thong down, and spun me around. His cock sprang free - long, thick, veins pulsing - and he hiked my leg up, slamming into me with a groan. My pussy stretched around him, slick and tight, as he fucked me against the wall, each thrust jolting my whole body. His hands dug into my ass, spreading me wider as he drilled deeper, my moans echoing off the tiles. I came hard, my walls spasming, milking him until he grunted and unloaded, his cum spilling out as he pulled back. I wiped myself with the thong, ditched it, and we stumbled out - me bare under the dress, him smug, both of us insatiable. I signaled Tom discreetly, then ducked back to the bathroom. He met me, eyes wild. "We fucked in there - it was insane, " I panted. "You're a filthy whore, Lydia, " he said, grinning. "Your filthy whore, " I shot back. "Take him home, " he ordered. I rejoined Ben, and though he worried about Tom, I stroked him through his jeans until he agreed. At home, I pushed him against the bedroom wall, grinding on him, my lips hungry. I sank to my knees, freeing his cock - still hard, glistening - and sucked him deep, my tongue swirling around the head, then sliding down the shaft. He groaned, hands in my hair as I gagged myself on him, spit dripping down my chin. "Other girls suck you this good? " I asked loud enough for Tom to hear from his hiding spot. "Or am I better? " "You're the best, babe, " he rasped. "Whenever you need a slut who'll do anything, I'm here, " I purred. "Tom doesn't fuck me - I need a stud like you." "Fuck, Lydia, I'm close - " "Cum in my mouth! " "No, I want all of you." I stood, stripped naked, and his eyes devoured me - my tits bouncing, my pussy glistening. I climbed onto the bed, spread wide, and begged, "Fuck me, Ben - fill me up! " I parted my lips with my fingers, showing him how wet I was, my clit swollen and aching. He shed his clothes, his cock bobbing as he mounted me, sliding in slow and deep. I felt every inch stretch me, my walls hugging him as he started thrusting, steady and relentless. Tom watched from the closet, silent, as Ben claimed me. I rolled us over, straddling him, sinking down until he hit my core. I rode him slow, savoring the heat, then fast, grinding my clit against his pelvis until I shattered, soaking him with my release. I kept going, lifting and dropping, my pussy sucking him in with every thrust. Then I turned, offering my ass. He grabbed my hips, lined up, and plunged in doggy-style, his cock slamming into me with wet, filthy slaps. My tits swayed, my moans filled the room, and he fucked me senseless, his fingers bruising my skin as I begged for more. He teased my asshole with a finger, and I nearly lost it - electric jolts shooting through me. I wanted him there, but not with Tom watching. "Bathroom, now, " I gasped, leading him there, my ass swaying. In the master bath, I bent over the sink, spreading my cheeks. "Take my ass, baby - Tom never has." He spat on his cock, slicked me up, and pressed in. The head popped past my ring, and I yelped, pain mixing with pleasure as he sank deeper, stretching me wide. He built a rhythm, slow then fast, his thick shaft splitting me open. I clawed the counter, panting, "Harder! " He obliged, ramming me until my ass burned, his balls slapping my pussy. He came with a roar, flooding my guts with cum, the heat seeping through me as I trembled, wrecked. Still hard, he pulled out, flipped me onto the counter, and shoved back into my pussy, his hands mauling my tits, teeth on my nipples. I clawed his back, another orgasm ripping through me as he pounded away, our bodies slick with sweat. He came again, painting my insides, and I locked my legs around him, milking every drop until we collapsed, breathless. I sent him off quick, and Tom emerged, throwing me onto the bed. He buried his face in my wrecked pussy, lapping up Ben's cum, his tongue probing deep. "Fuck me, you bastard! " I screamed, and he did - hard, fast, his cock churning the mess inside me until we both came, a final, shattering release. We lay there, spent, his arms around me as he whispered how much he loved his slut wife. I'd keep giving him what he craved - more men, more filth, more of me.

From a young age, I noticed I wasn't like my friends. At least twice a day, an overwhelming itch between my legs would hit me so hard I'd have to sneak off - sometimes even locking myself in a gas station bathroom during a road trip to take care of it. I never dared tell anyone. My dreams were wild, filled with images of hooking up with my stepmom's coworkers or getting taken rough by a group of strangers in the back of a pickup truck. The idea of being used like a toy by at least three guys at once drove me absolutely crazy. The only person I could confide in was my cousin, Tara, and when I finally spilled it all, I caught her shifting in her tight tank top, her breath quickening as she listened. She smirked and told me it ran in the family - this insatiable, almost primal need. Tara said the healthiest thing for my body and mind was to stop fighting it and let those fantasies run wild. She even shared how her stepdad had "broken her in" when she turned 19. She'd confessed her dirtiest thoughts to him, and for her birthday, he took her to a cabin in the mountains where a group of bikers spent a weekend showing her just how filthy things could get - every second of it caught on camera, which only made her hotter. Tara offered to guide me into living out my own twisted desires. She started emailing me little challenges - like letting my best friend's older brother catch me touching myself in their hot tub or "accidentally" getting seen rubbing one out on a crowded subway. One night during a holiday break at home, I woke up soaked, thinking it was another wet dream. Then I heard it: deep groans echoing down the hall. The only room in that direction was my stepdad's man cave - a decked-out spot with a bar, dartboard, and massive TV he'd claimed as his private hangout. Women weren't allowed in there unless it was for some cheesy family movie night. Too turned on to care, I crept down the hall in my thin sleepshirt. The door was cracked open, and the sounds got louder - raw and desperate. Peeking inside, I nearly gasped. On the big screen, a rough group scene was playing, while my stepdad and a couple of his buddies from the neighborhood sprawled on the leather sectional, getting worked over by the 20-year-old girl from down the street. It escalated fast - one guy barked at her to climb onto his friend's lap, and she did it with a grin. My stepdad, not missing a beat, slid in behind her, taking her hard. She rode them both like she was born for it, moaning - "God, yes, wreck me! " - as a third guy egged her on, asking if she loved being their little plaything. She screamed through a climax, begging for more. I couldn't tear myself away. For an hour, I stood there, hand between my legs, imagining it was me they were passing around. I'd just turned 18 a month ago, and the need to dive into my nastiest fantasies was eating me alive. Tara, who was a year older, and I hatched a plan. We'd head to Chicago for a long weekend. She'd already lined up some sketchy meetups online with guys over 35 who were down to "teach me the ropes." She kept the details vague, just promised it'd be raw and relentless. A bit about us: Tara's a blonde firecracker, short and curvy with a chest that turns heads - family trait. My own figure filled out early too; by 16, I could twist just right and tease my own nipples without even trying. Since Tara lived in another state for college, we met up in Chicago. She greeted me at the train station with - "We're already late for the first hookup. Here, put this on! " - tossing me a black lace garter set and some killer heels. - "It'll make you look sweet but slutty, " - she said with a wink. Before I could ask questions, she shoved me into a cab and gave the driver an address. We pulled up to a sleek townhouse and rang the bell. A guy in a crisp suit answered, smirking like he knew exactly why we were there, and led us to a den where five men lounged around a pool table. A screen in the corner played something steamy - two women tangled up and moaning. The guy who owned the place waved us in, told us to ditch our jackets, and said to hang tight. The vibe - the porn, the hungry stares - had me dripping already. Then the host sauntered over, unzipped, and pulled out something massive. - "Ever handled one this big, Callie? " - he asked, not waiting for an answer before guiding it past my lips. I heard one of the others chuckle - "She's still shy, huh? " - as I glanced over to see Tara already on her knees, working two guys like it was nothing. Emboldened, I slid a hand down to tease myself, and that was all the invite they needed. One guy jammed his fingers into me, rough and fast, while another yanked me onto his lap, stretching me open with zero warning. A third stepped up, spreading me wider, and forced his way in alongside the first - grunting - "This tight little thing's gonna make me lose it." They were feral, swapping me and Tara between them, pounding away while shouting at each other to go harder. I lost track of how many times I shattered that night. Back at our motel, I thanked Tara by burying my face between her thighs, tasting the mess we'd made. She laughed into my sweaty hair - "Surprise good enough? Hope you're not tapped out, 'cause tomorrow's round two." - She had a truck stop lined up - me, two rough-looking drivers, and her filming every second. I barely slept, waking up soaked and aching for it all over again.

I'd slept like crap that night and decided to grab a glass of water from the kitchen. With it in hand, I wandered into the living room, cracked the window open, and flicked on the TV. Nothing but garbage was on, so I peered out at the street, hoping for something interesting. Just as I was about to call it quits and head back to bed, a light snapped on in the house across the way. A couple was going at it, full throttle. I killed the TV and nudged the blinds apart for a better view. The woman was perched on the windowsill, facing away from me, getting pounded hard by her guy. My shorts tightened as I sprang to life. I ditched them quick and started stroking myself, lost in the fantasy that I was the one railing her. Sure, my fiancée was just a room away, but she was out cold, and here I was, working my shaft. I could faintly hear the woman's moans, her blonde hair bouncing wild. Then they switched it up. Now she was kneeling on the sill, pressing her full chest against the glass. They weren't as big as my fiancée's, but a solid B-cup, easy. I jerked harder, feeling the pressure build, ready to blow - when a hand grabbed my balls and squeezed. I whipped around, startled, and there was my fiancée, standing behind me. She had on this sheer little nightgown, no underwear, the works. She glanced at what I was up to, cleared her throat, and said, "You think it's cool to spy on random couples screwing? " I froze, looked down at my throbbing self, then up at her. "I was just so turned on, and you were asleep..." I didn't get further - she yanked me close and shoved her tongue in my mouth. The tip of me brushed her flimsy nightgown, and I was pulsing again. She slid the straps off her shoulders, letting it drop, standing there naked. Her hands wrapped around me, pumping me back to full size. She tugged the skin back 'til it stung a little and flicked her tongue over the head. I sank onto the couch, and she followed, taking me in her mouth. We stretched out along the cushions, her ass hiked up high. I was close again, but this time I pulled back. I flipped her over so she faced the window, bent her over the armrest, and eased my rock-hard length into her tight heat from behind. She let out a soft moan and pushed the blinds wider to watch the show across the street. I thrust harder, deeper, and soon her body clenched around me. I slid out of her dripping core, spit on my fingers, and rubbed it around her backdoor along with her own wetness. Then I pressed in, gripping her hips as I sank into her ass. She gasped, loud and wild, as I moved inside her. My fingers found her clit, teasing, and she came again, squeezing me even tighter. She lurched forward, flipped onto her back, and told me to slide between her heavy breasts. She mashed them together, and I started thrusting, her tongue darting out to catch me now and then. Through a gap in the blinds, I could see the neighbors still going strong, and it fueled me. "Come on, drench me, you horny bastard! " she growled. I felt it surging, and seconds later, I unloaded - all over her chest, her face, some in her hair. She smeared it across her skin, eyes hazy, and stared at me. "Next time you're worked up, come to me - don't jerk off to strangers, got it? " I nodded, crystal clear, and watched her saunter back to bed.

The day I proposed to my brother Alex that we try anal sex, I claimed to be a virgin, and he confessed that he had never tried it before. We followed a gradual plan to minimize the pain for me. I told him that a friend of mine, Mariloli, had recommended it, claiming to be an experienced anal sex addict. My brother eventually found out that I wasn't as addicted as my friend, but I had been receiving it from behind for a year. This plan was just a way for me to mess with him, to make him suffer as payback for something he had done to me days earlier. We ended up even, and we smoked a peace pipe together. Since then, anal sex has become another way for my brother and me to enjoy each other. A couple of days later, I confessed to my brother that Mariloli was real, but her name was actually Sonia. He didn't know her because she wasn't part of my usual group of friends. I told him that she was a classmate at the university, 22 years old and from Tarragona like us, and I invited her to come swimming at our house that same afternoon, along with the other girls. I introduced her to everyone when we were all in our tops, and poor Alex was mesmerized. At one point, Alex pulled me aside and confessed that he had a crush on Sonia, and he loved her small tits and her slightly curvy but proportional ass. He even said that he was having a hard time hiding his desire to fuck her right there and then. Apart from her sexual aspects, he thought she was cute, and he loved the light blue highlights in her long, brown hair. Later that night, I told my brother something that left him speechless. "As it turns out, Sonia is a rich girl from a good family. In her first year at the university, she looked down on me because she knew that my mom is Mexican and my dad is Spanish. But then she changed in her second year, and now she goes around acting like a goth, I think it's a way of rebelling, and we became good friends." "Damn, with her looks and her aesthetic preferences, added to the fact that she's a total slut, my desire to fuck her is even stronger, " he said, admiring and nervous. I laughed because his response was appropriate for what was to come. I told him that she was also interested in him, and that she had just as many desires. Poor Alex was shocked, amazed when I added that I wanted him to fuck her, and even more amazed when I said that I wanted to watch him fuck her in the ass. Alex burst out laughing, and there was no way to shut him up. For a moment, I thought I would have to take him to the emergency room. When he finally calmed down, he called me a matchmaker, a pimp, and worst of all, a liar and a manipulator. He couldn't believe that I would throw him between my friend's legs and behind her. His final conclusion was that I was just messing with him. However, to see what would happen, he put me in charge of the planning, but he had one condition: "You have to tell Sonia that I'm a particular kind of guy, one of those who likes to be in charge and have the girl at his disposal." I was intrigued by the fact that he denied it and then accepted it with that strange condition. Something was on his mind, and I couldn't figure it out. The next night, I told him what I had planned. Sonia would come to our house for lunch on Saturday, taking advantage of the fact that our parents would be out of town for the weekend. Lunch would be a way to break the ice and create a comfortable atmosphere for her. Then, I would leave with the excuse of going to the beach with my friends, and I would sneak up to Alex's room through the back stairs and hide in the closet, where I could see everything through the slatted door. Sonia arrived at 1: 00 PM, dressed in all black with a tight top, mini skirt, and sandals. I also got dressed up, but Alex was as casual as ever, in his swim trunks and flip-flops. I didn't think his outfit was appropriate. Sure, he didn't need to seduce her because she knew what she was there for, but still, he could have made a better impression. I realized that this hadn't crossed his mind when he made his move. "Sonia, tell me something, " Alex said, and we both listened. "Are you as much of a slut as Laura? " he asked as he stuck his bare foot between her legs under the table. Sonia jumped in her seat and noticed it. "I don't understand what you mean, " she replied, trying to hold her ground. Alex pushed his big toe into her pussy, and Sonia jumped again. "I mean, do you like sex as much as Laura does? " "I wouldn't know because I don't have that information, " Sonia murmured, holding her breath as she felt Alex's finger between her pussy lips. "Do you get wet if a guy does stuff to you? " Alex asked again. "If I like what he does, like any other girl, " she murmured. Her vague response and the blush on her cheeks indicated that she had indeed gotten wet. Alex confirmed that his finger had also felt it. Seeing my friend in a tight spot, I asked Alex to help me clear the table and come to the kitchen with me. "If you keep teasing her like this, she's likely to get embarrassed and leave, " I said, questioning him. "Why would she do that? " he asked, indifferent. "She knows what she's here for, and I want to find out how into it she is." We agreed that he would stop teasing her for the rest of the meal, and I would leave them alone afterwards. After lunch, with coffee on the table, Alex said he wanted to have it in the garden. Shocked, we watched as he took off his swim trunks and left them on the back of the chair, picked up his mug, and walked away like it was no big deal. I looked at him with eyes that said "What the fuck are you doing? " but he didn't care and kept walking. Then I suspected that he was up to something. Sonia went out to the garden with Alex ten minutes later, and she sat on a lounge chair next to the one he was using. I watched them from the window of Alex's room. "Let's get one thing straight, " Alex said. "You know why you're here, right? " "Of course, " Sonia replied, looking him in the eyes and then looking at his crotch. "Laura said you were, too." "And she told you that I'm a little peculiar, right? " Sonia nodded, and Alex continued. "I don't want you to think I'm a macho, it's just that I like to know how motivated the girls I have sex with are." Sonia kept looking at his cock and licked her lips when she heard the word "sex." Alex got up from the lounge chair and sat on the edge of hers, facing her. He put his hand between her legs and rubbed several fingers over her panties. "I like girls whose pussies are very tight, " he whispered in her ear. "It's a pleasurable challenge to open them and find out what they're hiding, " he added, putting his index and middle fingers inside her vagina. Sonia moaned a couple of times and bit her lip as Alex fingered her. "Help me take off my top, " she begged, trying to catch her breath. "It has a zipper, and it's hard for me to do it myself." Alex only agreed to lower the zipper, and then he watched as Sonia took off her top like a professional stripper, making Alex even more excited. Then he saw her small, perky breasts, and her hard, pointed nipples looked even more appetizing than before. "Now take off your panties, " he ordered, "and walk very slowly to the corner where the grill is, and stop there without turning around. I want to see you shake your ass while you do it." Alex wanted to make me suffer with uncertainty about what was happening, since I couldn't see that part of the garden from where I was. Alex went to Sonia when she stopped, pressed his hard cock against her ass, and put his hands on her breasts. "I bet many guys have told you that you have a spectacular ass, " he whispered in her ear as he pinched her nipples. "I don't remember how many times they've said it, " she replied between moans. "But now, the only thing that matters is that you think so." Alex had to flex his knees a little to put his cock between her thighs. She moaned when she felt it rubbing against her pussy. "My sister says you like anal sex, " he whispered in her ear. "She didn't tell you a secret, I hope." "I like it a lot, and it's common knowledge among the people who interest me, " she replied between moans. "It would be a secret if we weren't in this situation." Alex was surprised by Sonia's boldness and willingness, but he still needed proof. "Come with me, " he said, taking her hand, and together they went inside the house. I waited by the door of Alex's room, but they took too long to come up. I walked down the hall on tiptoes and reached the balcony at the end of the stairs. The two of them were standing next to the dining table, hugging and making out with each other. They stopped kissing, and Alex forced her to bend over the table with her back and stomach on it, her legs on the floor, and her ass in the air. I was surprised that Alex asked if she had any objections to doing it without a condom. She shook her head and said that she only had unprotected sex with a few guys in her crew that she trusted completely. Alex was so into it that he was already fucking her pussy before she finished explaining. But then he suddenly stopped and watched her as she moved back and forth, more and more insistently, moaning like a bitch in heat. Alex knew then that she was serious and would do whatever he wanted. He got up, opened the drawer with the napkins, took one, rolled it diagonally, and said: "I'm dying to try your spectacular ass, and I'm going to blindfold you. I want to deprive you of your sight so you can focus on what's important. Is that okay with you? " Sonia took a few deep breaths and agreed, whispering repeated "yeses" in a tone that was so exciting that it was hard to believe it was real. Alex put the tip of his cock in her ass and slowly started fucking her. She didn't complain or make a sound of protest, even when he started fucking her harder. "I see that your ass has been opened up quite a bit, " he said as he fucked her. "It seems that Laura was right." "About what? " Sonia asked between moans. "She said that not only do you like anal sex, but you're also a total slut." Sonia giggled and responded openly and without shame. "Since they opened it up for me, about three years ago, I have to admit that I like it more than regular sex." "That's good and good for both of us, " Alex said, smiling from ear to ear. "I'm in the mood today, we have plenty of time, and I plan to fuck your ass until one of us says enough. But first, I want to watch you like this from the armchair." Alex surprised me by not sitting in the armchair, but by taking off his shoes and sneaking up the stairs. He must have suspected that I was spying on them, because he never looked towards my position. He found me behind the corner of the hallway, turned me around, and bent me over with my ass in the air. He lifted my skirt, pulled my panties down a few inches, and ordered me not to make a sound as he fucked my asshole. I didn't say a word, I was surprised and fascinated, sighing softly as he fucked me. "Sonia's ass is a miracle, but I wouldn't trade yours for anything, not even hers, " he whispered, covering my mouth so I couldn't answer him. "I plan to take turns fucking both of you until I'm tired." Now I understood why he had blindfolded the other one. It was a surprise for me, and I enjoyed it for a few minutes. Then he went back to Sonia and started fucking her ass again. She screamed when she felt him inside her unexpectedly. Then she moaned with pleasure as he fucked her. The scene was brutal, and I couldn't help but touch myself. I took off my panties, opened my legs, and started rubbing my clit with my fingers. I didn't take long to have an orgasm, and I felt my pussy juices running down the inside of my thighs. I looked at the others, and Alex was fucking Sonia's pussy. She didn't take long to cum either, moaning like a crazy person as she shook her hair. Both of them were sweating like pigs, and Alex suggested that they take a break to cool off. He told Sonia where the bathroom on the first floor was, and he went to the one on the second floor, saying that he had a special towel for his delicate skin. I had to cover my mouth to stifle my laughter, amazed by such an excuse. Anyway, Alex asked Alexa to play a music playlist, went back upstairs, took my hand, and dragged me to his room. He pushed me onto the bed on my stomach and stretched me out completely. "I don't know where you get all this energy, " I said as he sat on my thighs and started fucking my ass again. "I jerked off around 11: 00 AM, " he confessed as he fucked me. "It's an experiment to last longer, and it seems to be working." And work it did. He kept fucking me and going at it, but just when I was about to cum, that bitch of my friend had to interrupt us. "Be right back, " he said, hearing Sonia call him, and he rushed out. I rolled over on the bed, opened my legs, and had to console myself with my hand again. When I went back to the balcony, I heard Sonia moaning, but I couldn't see either of them. I listened more carefully and found them right below me. Alex had put the armchair there, and Sonia was kneeling on the seat, leaning on the backrest. As for Alex, he was behind her, fucking her hard. I had a clear view of his cock going in and out of her ass. I thought Alex had set it up this way on purpose so I could see it all. Sonia's face was out of my view, but I could only imagine the expression on it based on the little cries she was making. "I only need a double penetration to make this afternoon perfect, " she said, panting with pleasure. "Don't tell me you're into that, too, " Alex said, looking up at me, locking his eyes with mine. For some reason, I got jealous, suspecting where this conversation would lead. Sonia answered like it was nothing. "Every now and then. My friends don't last as long as you, so I turn to two of them when I'm really into it, like I am now." Alex slowed down his thrusts, seemingly very interested in the topic, just as I had feared. "Maybe we can set up a threesome with one of those friends sometime, " he said, not taking his eyes off me. Sonia laughed and said in a slutty tone: "Too bad we can't go back in time, because now there's no way. But hey, if it's you two and him, I'd be all for it." At this point in the story, I couldn't decide if Alex was the biggest asshole in the world or if Sonia was the biggest slut. She had kept this perversion well-hidden. But it got me thinking. I've never done a threesome before, and maybe it's time to give it a try. Sonia's screams announcing that she was cumming brought me back to reality. Alex filled her ass with cum not long after. I knew I had started this whole thing, but I had seen and heard enough. I ran to my room, took my phone, and called my brother. He took a while to answer because he had left his phone on the dining table. "Tell that bitch to fuck off, " I said, pissed off. "Tell her that I'm stuck with my car and you have to pick me up." Alex reluctantly followed my orders, got dressed, and saw Sonia off at the door. He said he would be a while because he had to get the car out of the garage. "What the fuck was that about, saying you want to fuck Sonia with two or three guys? " I asked when he came back. "It was just something I said, " he replied, shrug "Well, I hope it's true, " I said, calming down a bit. "Because I have a feeling that before you fuck her with someone else, or with others, I'd rather you think of someone who might like me, but who doesn't know we're siblings. You know what, Alex? I've got this crazy urge to try a threesome." Alex laughed in my face, but he agreed to give me what I wanted.

Conny and I only discovered the fun of sex, of practicing sex, at the beginning of our marriage. We tried out a lot of things together. But Conny has retained her curiosity about other men she finds attractive. So she soon had sex with a single young man, with men in partner exchanges, but also with one of her work colleagues and also with my colleague friend. Then she suddenly wondered what it would be like to spontaneously fuck a man she had never met before and would never have contact with again afterwards. An opportunity to try it out was quickly found. As a tester, I got to know a business hotel in Frankfurt that is used by a wide range of men, especially during trade fairs. Let's now come to the evening on which the experiment was to take place in this very hotel: I informed the waiter at the bar and encouraged his goodwill with a 50. The restaurant is now closed and life now takes place at this bar. Conny is wearing the outfit she bought yesterday on an extensive shopping trip through the Main-Taunus-Zentrum: black patent overknees, a super short red skirt and a white, fairly transparent blouse with a plunging neckline and patch pockets that just cover her nipples. We are both sitting on bar stools at the bar, but have left a space between us and each have a glass of mineral water in front of us. It doesn't take long before an older gentleman (probably well over 60) in a dark suit politely asks Conny if he can sit next to her (on the side facing away from me). He has apparently come straight from work/the trade fair and has only taken off his tie to make things easier. Conny doesn't mind, of course, and smiles at him. As soon as he has taken a seat next to her, he begins to tell her about his day: He works in sales for a large company and had already done some good business at the trade fair today. "Would you like to celebrate your success with me here? Can I order you a glass of sparkling wine? " While Conny is still embarrassed, the waiter arrives and asks the gentleman for his order. As my wife gives him a mischievous nod, a bottle of champagne and two glasses are placed in front of them. Now the two clink glasses and the gentleman pays Conny some nice compliments. First of all, they refer to her nice smile, her very pleasant manner, but then also to her pretty blouse, which so cleverly stimulates his imagination. Then he soon gets to the point: "May I invite you to continue partying with me in the room? We'll take the bottle upstairs too. I hope I'm not offending them too much with this suggestion. "Conny naturally accepts this delightful and extremely charming invitation. As they both dismount from their bar stools, Conny gives me a quick wink. As inconspicuously as possible, I follow them to the elevator and up to the 5th floor. Once there, I turn into another wing of the building so as not to attract attention. We've agreed that I'll stay close to Conny just in case. The next day, my wife told me what happened behind the door of the upscale business room: "Why don't you take a seat in the armchair? I finally want to take my jacket off; it's been a real nuisance all day in this heat. " He calmly takes off the jacket, hangs it on a hanger and stows it away in the built-in wardrobe. "You're wearing nice but somewhat unusual clothes, " he says, turning back to Conny. At the bar, I only saw her beautiful blouse, but the skirt you're wearing is at least as attractive. But somehow the high boots don't really suit the summer temperatures. " Conny looks at him a little sheepishly at his words, as this outfit is not her usual attire, but thoroughly enjoys the gentleman's very well-groomed and charming manner. "I'd like you to take some of it off now, too. I'll put a little pocket money on the table here. " With these words, he takes a 100 from his wallet and calmly places it on the round table next to the armchair where Conny is currently sitting. She stands up, takes a few steps towards the door and the gentleman takes her box seat. Her face now clearly flushed, she says sheepishly: "But I'm not wearing any more than you've already seen. " "That's wonderful. Take your time, I'm going to enjoy discovering your body so slowly. " But how do you take off just four items of clothing slowly and charmingly in a striptease? Conny turns her back to the voyeur, bends forward with her knees stretched out and unzips the two boots. What a wonderful view of my wife's round ass cheeks, which of course are no longer covered by the short skirt at that moment. This view develops as the zippers are opened from top to bottom and the skirt slides upwards in the opposite direction. "Wonderful! You have such a nice bottom! " is the gentleman's comment. Now my wife sits down on the edge of the bed to pull the boots off her feet. To do this, she puts one leg over the other knee. This allows the man to take a furtive look at Conny's lap and confirms that she is only wearing these four items of clothing. She places the boots neatly next to the bed. Now what? Conny hesitates for a moment and thinks about which item of clothing would be next. Then she stands frontally in front of her admirer with her legs slightly apart. Slowly, she begins to undo the buttons of her blouse. The neckline gets lower and lower, revealing the beginnings of her delicate globes. She pulls the blouse out of the hem of her skirt and opens it very slowly as she looks into the man's face. He beams with delight as her nipples are revealed piece by piece. They are already stiff and quite red from excitement and the friction against the blouse fabric. Conny slowly lets the blouse slide down her arms and drop to the floor. "Come on, have another drink! " the man asks my wife, as if he already knows that Conny can't hold much alcohol. As he clinks glasses, he clearly enjoys the proximity of her shapely tits. After the two of them have put their glasses back on the table, the gentleman politely asks "May I take the rest now? " and places his hands on her hips without waiting for Conny's answer. He correctly interprets no resistance as consent and slides his hands down her skirt until they rest on the bare skin of her thighs. He openly stares at the stiff nipples right in front of his eyes. Coming from below, his hands now slide under Conny's short skirt to her plump ass cheeks. He devotedly caresses and lightly kneads them. Meanwhile, he presses his face between Conny's tender mounds. He savors this first physical contact for a few minutes before sitting back a little and taking out his hands. His gaze is now focused on my wife's tummy and his fingers carefully slide under the hem of her skirt, which is only formed by an elastic band. He enjoys pushing the skirt down centimeter by centimeter and watching as Conny's shorn tummy and finally her bulging labia are revealed. As the skirt now hangs between her knees, he grabs her ass cheeks again and presses his mouth onto Conny's tummy, kissing her. So now my wife is standing stark naked in front of a completely strange but charming gentleman. "Shall I help you out of your clothes now? " she asks to end the stifling silence. Without answering, he stands up and undoes his belt. Conny steps towards him and reaches for his waistband. In her excitement, she not only pulls his suit trousers down to his knees, but also his white briefs. A semi-rigid cock, surprisingly large for the owner's age, jumps out at her in wild bushes. With one grip and a few up and down movements, it grows in size. Now what? My wife doesn't actually like taking the cock in her mouth, but what alternative does she have here? She gently pushes her cavalier back onto the armchair and kneels between his legs. A brief, tentative lick of the frenulum and she puts her lips over the exposed dark purple glans. She licks and sucks on the now handsome cock until the man places both his hands on the back of her head and pushes his manhood deep into my wife's throat. After a few deep thrusts, Conny gasps for air and frees herself. "You're doing really well, " he says appreciatively as he massages his own cock. She excuses herself for a moment to recharge her batteries in the bathroom. Quite aroused but already sweaty, she thinks about what to do next. Is she ready for another blowjob, where she finally gets his cum load in her mouth? What does her patron expect and how far does she want to go? Undecided, she enters the room, where the man is now sitting on the edge of the bed without his pants. His hard-on sticks up threateningly. "Would you sit with me now? " he asks my wife questioningly. In her momentary confusion, however, she understands the words differently: she climbs onto the edge of the bed with her knees and sits down on the inviting pole with her legs apart. That suits the man just fine. He grabs Conny's hips with both hands and gently guides her down. Slowly, the foreign cock disappears into her hot hole until it stops. Her lover drops back onto the bed and Conny takes over the direction. While she drives him forward at a wild gallop, he skillfully and intensively works the beautiful bells dangling right in front of his nose. After a very short time, they both reach their destination together. My wife retreats back to the bathroom to rinse the copious amounts of cum out of her pussy and get dressed "correctly" again. Back in the room, the stranger is already waiting for her with outstretched arms. "Come here, my girl, you're fantastic. It was wonderful with you. But I need some time to myself now. I'm sure you'll find your way back down on your own. " With a kiss on his cheek, my wife says goodbye and pockets the "pocket money", which has now grown to €200. Taking a deep breath, she meets me in the corridor. "And how was it? " I ask her. "Well, he was very charming and it was very different, but very cool! And it was worth it too: it paid for the clothes, " she says, grinning broadly. We take the elevator down together. There we go our separate ways: I head for a free seat at one of the tables while Conny heads for the bar. There she is greeted by two younger guys who free up a bar stool between them and invite her to join them. The two of them have obviously already had a drink. In her lovely outfit and still aroused state, Conny can't say "no". One of them helps her onto the free stool with a cheeky grab of her bottom. "Two whiskeys and a champagne for the ladies! " the other orders immediately. My wife barely has time to organize herself. "You're a very pleasant sight here in this dreary trade fair hotel, " says one of the two. The drinks are served and almost poured down in one go. "Will you accompany us to the room? " asks one of them while the other has his arm around Conny's shoulder and is looking deep into her cleavage. "I'm sure we'll come to an agreement. " Phew, that was pretty quick and very direct. But my wife wanted to come here for this experiment. So the three of them, my wife in the middle, are wobbling towards the elevator, one with his hand on her ass, the other with his arm around her shoulder. She seems a little unsure now. As agreed, I follow inconspicuously. According to Conny's later account, the following happened in the room of the two daredevils: as soon as the door behind them slams shut, the men push against her from the front and the back. The one behind her grabs her tits through her armpits and tries to undo the buttons of her blouse rather impetuously. The one in front of her grabs her ass and immediately pushes her skirt up. The strange men quickly uncover the objects of their desire. They greedily seize my wife and her clothes are soon scattered around the room on the floor. Conny doesn't even know where her head is: Hands on her breasts, pointed fingers twirling a nipple, a hand grabbing her ass cheek, a finger running between her cleft. As the alcohol is now clearly having an effect on her too, she no longer notices everything that the two stallions are doing to her. She has the impression that the two men's bodies are constantly in contact with her, first in clothes, then suddenly naked. She is undeniably turned on by being stimulated in all her erogenous zones. It hardly matters whether she consents or whether the access is quite direct and hard. She staggers in excitement and finally finds herself impaled by both prickers. A rather powerful cock drills into her already irritated pussy, an apparently somewhat more modest one into her butt hole. The two guys are significantly bigger than my wife, so that she hangs alone on these cocks without having any contact with the ground. The thrusts are very violent both in front and behind, while her boobs and ass cheeks continue to be worked intensively. Finally she finds herself on the wide double bed. Below her lies the boy with the small penis, who pushes himself into her mouth, above her the other one, whose pole works in her asshole, while from below her pussy is spoiled with his tongue. The whole thing ends in a big mess. In her mouth, on her tits, in her pussy and in her ass - lots of cum everywhere. Conny goes back into the bathroom to clean herself thoroughly. All the buttons are missing from her blouse. When she returns to the two lads in the room, one of them hands her a €50 bill. "This is for you! I think it was fun. " I greet her in the corridor, somewhat taken aback. As we walk past the bar downstairs together towards the exit, many men look around for her, as her blouse covers almost nothing. A few whistles can be heard. We happily reach our car and then our home. Happy to have escaped the embarrassing situation at the end and to have had such a varied and horny experience. After Conny tells me about her experiences for our shared diary, I get so aroused that she can also enjoy my manhood to the full that evening. After a break, my wife has come to terms with this adventure and thinks of another way of being fucked by strange men. Perhaps more along these lines soon.

My wife Tina had come up with something completely different for our vacation this year. She had booked a room for the two of us on a farm near Martendorf so that we wouldn't have to stay in a hotel for 14 days and be served from top to bottom. When we arrived, we were greeted by an elderly gentleman who looked my wife up and down, his gaze fixed on Tina's bust and he was probably imagining the most fantastic things, only when I cleared my throat did he take his eyes off Tina and lead us through a few corridors to our room. My wife asked me "Did you see how the old man looked at me? That was more than intrusive, the only thing missing was him feeling me up to see if everything was real." I laughed and said, "I bet he's never seen such a pretty woman with such huge breasts." We put our things in the wardrobe and went to check in again, but it wasn't as easy as we thought. The corridor that led to our rooms split several times and neither I nor Tina knew exactly how to get out, we decided to start on the right and soon came to the end of the corridor that was still under construction, the next corridor was much brighter and had already been partially renovated, but we hadn't been able to get through here either. Just as we were about to turn around and go back to the main corridor we heard this strange noise, it sounded like a rattling or gurgling, we kept very still and listened, yes there it was again this time more of a moaning, somewhere at the end of the corridor in one of the rooms someone seemed to have hurt themselves or was in pain, we walked on slowly to give the person any help we could. We could hear the moaning and panting more and more clearly and we were sure it was coming from the room at the end of the corridor, the door was ajar and Tina was there first and looked in cautiously, I saw her eyes get big and she held me back with her hand when I tried to push the door open, she pushed me back and held her finger in front of her lips to quiet me. She whispered as she told me that the old man from the registration desk was having fun with a cute young girl. I looked carefully around the corner and couldn't believe my eyes, the old man was leaning half standing, half sitting on a beam and a girl of about 18 was standing with her backside to his robe and fucking herself with his cock with relish, it was she who was panting and moaning so loudly, She must be on the verge of climax, her eyes are closed and her pelvis flies wildly back and forth, the old man hardly moves, he leans on the beam and only slaps her ass cheeks, which are already bright red, with the flat of his hand every now and then. The girl must be having a constant orgasm because she squeals and gasps and then falls back into a voluptuous moan. The old man lets her dance on his cock for quite a while until he suddenly takes the initiative himself and stands up, he pulls his cock out of the girl and I see the monster he is working her pussy with for the first time. Tina moans at the sight, she had never seen such a huge cock before. The old man turns the girl and helps her to sit on the bar, he lifts her legs up and aims his hammer at her cunt, the girl grabs the cock, guides it to her hole and the old man sears it to the limit with one thrust. As he thrusts, his sack slaps against her ass and Tina can hardly believe that the giant disappears completely into her cunt. After just a few thrusts the girl is already gone again, she has her arms around the man's neck and is fucking against this monster. I am amazed at the stamina and endurance of the man, who I estimate to be at least sixty-five, as he rams his rock-hard cock relentlessly into her cunt. He didn't seem to be interested in the little girl's tits at all, she had only undressed underneath. It was quite a while before the two of them changed positions again, the girl now stretched her ass towards him and pulled her buttocks apart, as the old man was so tall and the girl was bent over in front of him, he fucked her from above and we saw how the thick cock moved in and out of her shaved cunt. The swollen labia stretched around the mighty trunk and shone dark red. The old man was a horny stallion and Tina moaned as if she was being pushed by the cock herself, she was really carried away by the fuck and when the old man then stuck his thumb in the little girl's asshole and she moaned loudly "yes, go deeper, fuck my asshole", Tina was over the moon. She grabbed her crotch and pressed her hand against her cunt, the old man widened the girl's asshole with his fingers, he spit on it and made her sphincter submissive, the thick cock in her cunt and meanwhile two fingers in her rosette, the girl only babbled incomprehensible words and when the old man then put his stallion cock on her asshole and slowly pushed it in, I also stopped spitting. I was so tied up that I didn't even notice Tina's hand disappearing under her skirt and wanking her pussy, only when I heard her moaning and saw her body twitching did I realize that she had just had an orgasm. I had heard from colleagues that some women want to be fucked in the ass, but I had never spoken to Tina about it or even tried it and she had never complained. My cock pressed painfully against my pants, the sight of the young girl and how the mighty bolt stretched her tender hole left no healthy man cold, the old man accelerated his thrusts again, then pulled his cock out of the little girl and squirted with a loud grunt over her back. He spread his sperm with the glans over her back and ass cheeks as we carefully and quietly withdrew from the hallway. We went back to the room and when the door closed behind us Tina stripped the skirt off her hips, followed by the soaking wet panties and when I didn't undress quickly enough she said "Go on, I'm horny and want you right now." I stood in front of her, somewhat taken aback, and when I didn't move immediately she came towards me and started to open my pants. My cock was hard and stiff and a drop of anticipation had formed on the tip of my glans. When Tina threw herself onto our bed and spread her legs, I could see her cunt so clearly for the first time in a long time. The thick pubic hair was glistening with her juices and you could see the labia shimmering through it. My wife gave me the creeps, she had never shown herself so freely and without shame in my presence. I climbed onto the bed with her and scorched my cock in her hole, while I fucked Tina I thought of the little girl and how she was rammed by the old man, the whole thing had excited me so much that I coughed after a short time. Tina said it was nice, but she hadn't had an orgasm this time. While I wanted to get some sleep after the act, Tina put on her bathrobe and left the room for the showers. I didn't know how long I had dozed off but when I woke up again I was still alone, I didn't think about it for long but decided to go to the showers too. When the old man showed us the way to the showers on arrival, he didn't mention that they were communal, because when I stood in front of the door and looked for a men's and women's door, there was only a sign saying washroom. I pushed open the thick solid oak door and stepped inside, a swirl of fumes met me and I looked around first, everything was done here whether you wanted to do laundry or take a shower it happened here. The shower cubicles were at the back of the room and there were four of them, I walked past the washing machines and was just about to start shouting when I heard voices, I literally froze in my tracks and listened to the sounds coming from one of the cubicles, "no, not that's not - oh my God - yes, yes, go deeper give me more of that lovely cock" I clearly recognized the voice of a woman and crept closer to the cubicle. The voice sounded very excited and I suspected Tina was in there and was about to storm the cubicle. But first I wanted to see what they were doing there, I knelt on the floor and peered under the edge of the cubicle, I saw three legs in a puddle of water, two of which didn't belong to Tina, I carefully crept further into the next cubicle and climbed onto the shelf. As I carefully lifted my head over the cabin wall and peered in, my blood shot into my cock. The old man from the registration desk was standing between the thighs of a busty brunette I didn't know yet and was fucking her with long, deep thrusts into her hot hole. I was glad that it wasn't my wife he was fucking, but I watched curiously as they did it. He had lifted one of her legs and watched as his wet, shiny cock moved in and out between her labia, I was lucky that I remained undetected because the woman had her eyes closed and was fucking as best she could against the mighty trunk.Damn, the guy had stamina, first the young thing and now another hot woman in her forties.He stepped on the gas and his thrusts became faster and faster, the woman had a violent orgasm when he suddenly pulled his cock out of her cunt, pushed her down by the shoulders and said "suck my cock and suck out the juice you horny piece" she fell to her knees a little dazed in front of him and swallowed his cock as far as she could with her sucking mouth. The old man literally fucked her down her throat, her juices and her spit mixed together and formed a creamy ring on her lips. The woman could hardly catch her breath with the thick cock in her mouth and her cheeks puffed out with every thrust of the man as if they were about to burst, her eyes were wide open and I was afraid of being discovered, but either she didn't see me or she didn't care at the moment, because suddenly the old man took his cock in his hand and began to jerk it violently. She sat in front of him with her mouth open, expecting his juice, his ass cheeks clenched and his pelvis jerked forward as the cream squirted across her face, his cum ran down her cheeks to her neck, his juice stuck in her hair and his cock kept spurting until she put her mouth over the glans and swallowed the rest. I thought it was disgusting how the guy squirts his sperm over the woman and then she takes the slimy cock in her mouth, swallows the juice and licks it clean, I had never made such a perverse mess with my Tina. However, when I wanted to get off the rack to leave, I only noticed that my little friend was sticking out hard from the bathrobe, the spectacle of the two of them had made me hornier than I wanted to admit. When I opened the door to our room, Tina was waiting for me, she was lying under the comforter and asked me where I had been, I told her what I had seen and what a sex fiend the old man was. I acted very indignant and also told her about the woman and how she had milked his cock. She shook her head in incomprehension, mumbled something I didn't understand and then turned away from me and fell asleep. I wanted to let her sleep in peace, so I went off on my own to get to know our vacation spot a little better. The farm was very large and as the various renovations were still in full swing, some areas of the former stables could not be entered. In the near future, rooms for around 500 beds were to be built here. I was curious about the construction site and entered the cordoned-off area despite the prohibition. I had been walking for quite a while and was heading back towards my room when I saw Tina crossing the yard, she was walking towards the containers where the construction workers were staying. I called her name but she didn't hear me, I just saw her stop in front of a container, knock, the door was opened and a tall man pulled her inside, two men who came from the building site also entered the container. When I arrived and wanted to open the door, it was locked, I wanted to wait until Tina came out again and didn't think anything of it at first that the door was locked. The container was in the middle of a small pine grove and when I looked around a bit I noticed the pipe that led from the container wall into a hole in the ground, it also smelled very strong here and on closer inspection I realized that this was a toilet container. I walked slowly around the box and suddenly heard voices coming from one of the vents. "Come on you horny bitch suck me and take it deep! " another voice said, "That's a horny pig, she's shaved and her cunt is swollen and soaking wet, you couldn't wait and rubbed yourself horny, or did your old man just get it for you? " I was frightened, only Tina and the men were in the container, I stormed back to the door, tugged and tore at it but nothing happened, I ran to the back again and listened, this time I heard moaning and whining from the opening and then a voice again, so you horny piece now I'll stick my cock in your ass, bend over and stick your ass up, then a loud, voluptuous moan and Tina's voice, yes, finally fuck deep ouuhhhh yes, you come too, I froze and couldn't move anymore, I listened intently at the ventilation slits and tried in vain to look through the thin cracks into the room. I ran to the other side of the container and discovered a narrow window at the top, I took one of the empty beer crates and placed it against the container wall, now I could see into the room through the open gap. I was left spitting when I saw Tina kneeling on the floor surrounded by men taking turns shoving their cocks in her mouth while a man serviced her from behind, I screamed like a spit and the men stopped for a moment, I screamed again for them to stop immediately and open the door, one of the men said OK and gestured for me to come to the door. I heard the latch click and before I knew it, the guy had grabbed me and pulled me into the container, he locked it behind us and held me tight, the container had three toilets and three pee bowls and it smelled strongly of urine. There were three others here with the guy holding me, who continued to stick their cocks into my wife, unimpressed by my presence. I wanted to protest and scream but when I saw the lust on Tina's face and she smiled at me as her cock was up to the hilt in her ass, I slowly realized that she wasn't being raped but had arranged this meeting. I indicated to the man behind me that he could let go of me. A little hesitantly he let my arms out of his iron-hard grip, the guys all had a physique like strength athletes and I would have expected such cocks on ponies. For me it was all like a dream, I just stood there and watched my wife give herself to these men. The guy who had held me stood at a piss basin and emptied his bladder, he didn't even shake off his cock when he went to Tina and pushed his half-stiff dick into her mouth, then he said "come and join in, your wife is a horny woman and she can take a lot, I couldn't move and just stood there, the man fucking her asshole was thrusting faster and harder and then he pulled his dick out and stood in front of her face, he moaned and shouted "go suck it you pig and swallow my juice! While Tina took the man's cock in her mouth and sucked on the glans with lust, the next one had stepped behind her and stuck his cock in her already fucked hole, the guy in front of her had the nipples between his fingers and pulled the heavy tits upwards, his hips swung back and forth and Tina gasped and blew as the cock almost completely disappeared in her mouth, his balls slapped against her chin and when he came, he grinned at me and pumped the juice down her throat. I stare stunned at my wife who, after the guy has withdrawn, looks at me and smiles as the sperm drips from her mouth. The next guy is there immediately and holds out his cock for her to suck, which Tina devours with relish. The guy who had shot his juice comes to me and says "Tina is a super horny woman, I wish I had such a dirty piece at home, but my old lady only fucks in the dark and then only every 2 months, you're really lucky with that woman! I knew what he meant but should I now be proud that my wife here in the toilet container let herself be fucked like a bitch in heat by construction workers? The woman I'd always thought of as staid and decent and with whom, as I said, I only had sex in the dark once every three months. I couldn't quite share his enthusiasm, although my cock was making itself painfully felt in my tight pants. How could it be that I got horny at the sight of this, was I a pervert or was I just telling myself all these moral concepts so as not to offend or conform to the norm? That was over now. The three guys changed positions, one lay down on the floor and Tina had to stick his cock up her ass with her back to him, her shaved cunt glistening with the juice of her lust and I felt a sting in my balls as the next guy stood between her wide-spread legs and penetrated her cunt from the front. The two of them fucked her with fast, deep thrusts and the man under her squeezed and kneaded her tits while the other twirled her stiff nipples between his fingers. The third grabbed her head and pressed his cock between her lips, so she was now fucked in all holes and moaned with lust, she obviously enjoyed being taken by the three of them and I wondered why I hadn't noticed anything of her fantasies and needs for so long. The fuckers changed positions a few more times before cumming one after the other all over Tina's face and tits. When the last one had finished his juice and joined the others to rest, my horny wife came up to me and said "nah my darling, now you know what a woman wants! She opened my pants and pulled out my stiff cock, I didn't care that we had an audience and I just let her do it, Tina knelt in front of me and sucked my cock deep into her mouth, her splattered face and the cum running down her body only made me hornier. I felt no disgust, just pure lust. I had just been piqued by the woman in the shower, but now the sight of Tina made me horny as hell. The four men were watching us and two of them were jerking themselves stiff again, I let them suck me for a while and then turned them around, I also wanted to fuck them from behind and put my cock in their asshole, the two men lined up in front of Tina and took turns pushing their smeared cocks into her mouth, these perverted guys stroked their glans through the cum on her body and then sucked the pistons clean again, my sweetheart devoured the greasy and smelly cocks as if they were candy canes, I couldn't hold on any longer at this sight and squirted deep in her asshole. My sweetie turned around and almost swallowed my cock and balls, she sucked and licked until the last bit was in her sucking mouth. Tina was insatiable and made our cocks stop again and again. She was only satisfied after everyone had shot their juice at least three times. So filled up we went back to our room completely satisfied, where she then told me how the gangbang with the construction workers had come about.

My neighbors, most of them at least, have always been beautiful women. From girls my age with whom I would undoubtedly have a relationship with to mature MILF's with whom I would have more than one affair. Next door to my house lived a woman in her forties to fifties, she was beautiful, her face angelic, but of a mature woman, her tight ass in good shape although already well worn, long legs and tits that although they seemed to be operated on did not lose that unique glow of nice tits. At the time what I am going to tell you here happened when I was 20 years old, it was a long time before I realized that from my rooftop I could see into the backyard of my neighbor's house, right where her laundry room was located and where almost always at the same time she washed the dishes or the clothes in her washing machine. There were glorious afternoons when I could go upstairs and see her in her tight jeans down to her ankles. As I watched her she always seemed to make strange movements with her legs or bend over for no reason raising her beautiful perfect ass just for me, just as if she knew I was watching her, which is why my fantasies increased and became even better for still being a virgin at that age and believing that an experienced woman like her could take her away from me. Unfortunately or fortunately, it was not because of me that she was making those movements, it took me a little work to confirm that she was doing them because she was wearing an app vibrator in her vagina. I realized this because one day when it was very quiet, the buzzing of the vibrator could be heard just a little bit, even more because it coincidentally increased when she moved something on her cell phone. I managed to find the name of the application, it took me a long time to find out what it was after downloading several, I did this because I read on the internet that these devices were not so safe because anyone with the application could link with the vibrator device and thus control it. I found the right one and yes, the only device that was close enough to link to it was hers, so I waited until the next day to link quickly before she did and start my game and amazingly I succeeded effortlessly. She didn't seem to notice and continued doing what she always did, that day she was wearing grey yoga pants, tight enough to show off the natural shape of her round ass, but not too tight. She started with the usual movements, I continued to increase little by little to find out how far she would go and when I realized, it was not even a quarter of the speed of the vibrator. I didn't care and continued to increase and increase, it seemed that she had already passed her limit because I noticed that several times she looked at her phone and tried to move something as if she wanted to slow down, but obviously it was useless. I could see from afar that she turned off her phone completely, there she would realize that it was not her, but someone else. I could also see that in her vagina a small wet patch was beginning to show. Decided and without thinking I increased the speed to the maximum, she leaned over too much and let out a very loud scream of pleasure, her vagina began to squirt and squirt of her glorious liquid, so much that it took no time at all to turn her yoga pants from light gray to dark gray and make a puddle on the floor. She continued to moan and scream in pleasure as she pulled down her pants and tried to pull off some rich pink panties also already soaked through and through. She took them off and I could see the vibrator as she pulled it out of her still dripping vagina, I think her tingling was so much that she continued to masturbate after throwing the vibrator aside, she masturbates for a while still moaning loudly on the floor. The spectacle was such that I forgot to masturbate to ejaculate watching her, her vagina was beautiful although I did not get to see it very well, it looked waxed. She got up and put on her soaked yoga pants, went into her house to change and that was all I could see. The next day, she did her same routine but now without the vibrator, the only movement she made with her ass was when she carved the dishes hard, meanwhile I continued masturbating while watching her, with different jeans, shorts or even some sexy pajamas, all that until I found another opportunity to get at least my semen to touch her body but this time it would be risky, but that was my only goal for now, to get at least my semen to touch her body.

This is my first story and I will begin by telling you a little about us. My name is Javier, I am 38 years old, tall and with a good physique, I take good care of myself, my wife's name is Daniela, she is 36 years old, she has a very good body, big breasts where what stands out the most are her nipples that are bigger than usual, a very good waist and a big and perky ass, all this very well cared for despite already having 4 children. I have always been attracted to sex and enjoy it without limits, however my wife has always been more shy, demure, due to her family upbringing. I have always been an assiduous reader of the stories on this site which were adding ideas to gradually make my wife was going out of the usual and began to enjoy sex without inhibitions. I began to encourage her to read erotic literature, different books which were opening her mind, she began to be more sexually active. I tell you that she had never masturbated, the typical negative view that some women have of self-pleasure, I was very excited that she began to enjoy her body, to know it, she always dreamed of seeing how she masturbated which excited me a lot. One day I decided to change alarms in my house, which is very big, so I thought this was the opportunity to give free rein to my desire to observe how she acted while enjoying her readings, so I requested the installation of security cameras in various sectors, including my bedroom. So the days went by, the children went to school early and she was left alone at home some days, until the day came. I remember it as if it were yesterday, the children left early, she came back to our room, turned on the heating and went to bed to enjoy reading. I in my office was beginning to enjoy my investment in cameras. She rested her iPad on a cushion to free her hands and give free rein to the fantasies running through her head, unaware that at the same time I was also giving free rein to my own fantasies. Her hands began to slowly climb inside her pajamas, I could see how she was caressing her breasts by the movement of her clothes, however apparently it was not enough and the temperature was rising, so she got rid of her top. I was very excited watching her caressing her breasts while she enjoyed her reading, she was massaging them softly, no doubt she was discovering her pleasure, her body, little by little she began to increase her movements, her excitement was increasing, she not only wanted to touch her breasts that I could already feel how her nipples were hard but also her sex was thirsty to receive her caresses, so she got rid of her pajama bottoms, what a delight it was for me to see this show in the first row. I was very excited watching how she was enjoying her body, she was touching her breasts not softly but squeezing them squeezing her nipples with her fingertips, she was passing them through her mouth to moisten it and massage them more intensely, while with the other hand she was gently massaging her clitoris, she was enjoying her reading while I opened my pants taking advantage of the solitude of my office, I asked not to receive any calls and I started to caress myself while I saw her doing the same. What a pleasure to see how she was gradually getting more and more excited, I heard her moans of pleasure and how she increased the intensity of her caresses, which I was also doing as I felt how hard this show was making me. She ran her hands through her sex and then took them to her mouth to feel the taste of her excitement, faster and faster, I felt that she was about to reach her climax because of the speed of her caresses and the intensity of her breathing, faster and faster until her body writhed with pleasure a great moan left her body at the same time that I released all my pleasure also with the satisfaction of the first fantasy fulfilled.