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Wives Who Fuck Other Men

Cindy and I were swingers, so it's obvious that she was a wife who fucked other men. But that's not what this is aboutI had fucked their wives too. I know, that makes no sense. And if they didn't have wives or girlfriends, she had fucked those other men in a party atmosphere that was impersonal. Names might not even be exchanged. Often her first contact with the guy was when his cock started entering her mouth, her pussy or even her ass. If words were exchanged, it might only be after cum had spewed into or onto her and usually both. Each might say: "Thanks" at best. She did tell me it wasn't necessary to thank the guy if you had a mouthful of his cum. Makes sense.

My Fiance's Friend

Cassie was blow-drying her hair, getting ready to go to a birthday party with her fiancé, Pete. Her long blonde hair was tossed by the action of the blow dryer. She stared into the mirror at her body wrapped in a towel. At twenty-five she was quite a hottie. Her blonde hair hung down to her mid-back, her eyes were a sparkling green, her tits were a perky b cup with pink nipples that were notorious for getting hard and wickedly long. She knew even if she wore a padded bra that if she got excited her nipples would still poke out and be noticeable. Since her teen years she had known that was a sure way to get male attention. And she loved male attention.

Halloween Treat

Allie, Kate and Daniel were getting ready for the Halloween party. Kate and Daniel were dressing as Hansel and Gretel. Allie put on her plaid skirt, white button up blouse, and pulled on her long white knee socks. As they walked out Allie slipped on some penny loafers she had picked up from Goodwill. While driving to the party, Allie sat in the back seat. She felt like the spare tire of the group. Although her and Kate secretly had a thing going, Kate had made it clear that she was in love with Daniel and didn't want him to know. So as they kissed and giggled with each other in the front seat Allie just stared off into space. Since coming to college she had opened up sexually.

Failed but fun threesome

Every year my wife and I organise a night out with friends to a random town or city. This year it was to be Manchester. The usual group is made up of twelve to fifteen people, on this occasion it was to be twelve due to other commitments. This group was made up of four couples and four singles two female two male. We all travelled their in our cars and met in the hotel bar after sorting our rooms and baggage. We discussed our food and transportation plans to get into the city centre, then went up to our rooms. My heart started to race as we approached our hotel room as we always have wild sex in every new place we stay.

Cindy goes hunting for single men

Most male halves of couples try to keep single guys away from parties and clubs where they try to get their cocks into as many women as possible. However keeping a bunch of guys away from a romper room full of wet, naked, horny cunts and lips willing to wrap themselves around a nice long cock is a losing challenge once they get in the door. Women publicly agree with their men about keeping them out, but more for show. To a single guy, swingers are the greatest, a guaranteed fuck and blow job, often as many as you can handle in one night. No dinners or gifts to buy, no drama, complications, nor committments.

Cindy learns to like a cock in her Ass

I have blogged and storied at length about Cindy, her love of cock, sucking cock, fucking cock, (cocks actually, plural, lots of cocks), her pussy, her love of cum and her love of taking on many guys and the lifestyle we created which allowed her to do that and got me a wholesome share of pussy too. But anal has at best been a little rarely mentioned side dish. For me, not at all, never done anal, not even with Cindy. Just not my thing, I love pussy, a vagina, a cunt, a set of lips wrapped around my cock.

Down by the river

Me and my wife, well girlfriend at the time went out for one of our random walks. We used to do this all the time as we didn't have any other mode of transport and both lived at our parents houses. It was a very bright and warm day so we set off into town via the alottements. It was still quite early so it was very quiet. We kissed and cuddled and I played with her tits up her top from behind rubbing my hardening cock on her arse as we made our way through the shanty like shacks down to the river. Every now and then she would lift her top and flash her firm pale tits at me making me instantly hard.

Fun at Ron and Kat's house

Cindy and I had just moved to a new house. At a neighborhood meet and greet, we met Ron and Kat. We quickly established that the four of us were swingers and they had invited us over that evening with a few of their other "friends". Around nine, we walked over to their house.Cindy had already fucked one of the neighbors earlier that day, his cock having been recommended by Kat, our hostess. Just like asking a neighbor for a recommendation on a good plumber or electrician, He was, per Kat, nice,, clean, discrete, no drama, and had a large cock. The owner of that large cock had repeatedly teased a flimsily covered nipple (or two) of Cindy's during an afternoon party and the nipple(s) had sent ...

my train ride

Class had finally ended and I was on my way home. I always took the train back and fourth from home to school three times a week. I always had my ipod and a good book to read when I rode the train. It takes an hr and half to go back and fourth. I always kept to myself and didn't talk to anyone who sat next to me. I checked my watch to see if it was almost time for the train to pull off. I was hoping no one would sit next tome. But he did, he was tall, bald, wore glasses and dressed nicely. He caught my attention and i turned to face him. Hello is anyone sitting here? I looked at him and said no. Usually people didn't ask to sit next to me they just do. But he did which surprised me.

Leanne (Chapter three)

Barry was indeed, able to cobble together a group of his friends who jumped at the chance of fucking Leanne. After all, the girl was a legend in the pub and was the subject of conversation and conjecture almost nightly, usually with a good amount of embroidery to the story. Her fame had not diminished in the slightest. And, like fishermen's exaggeration of dimensions, Leanne was capable of swallowing twelve inches of throbbing gristle. Reality says that she managed, perhaps, six inches at best. What wasn't embellished at all, was her willingness to accept cum, in copious amounts. The problem proved to be a location suitable for the occasion.