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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

For a while now I had been thinking about trying new sexy things to do, primarily with my wife but I had also started to fantasise about involving others in our sex-life. I had been daydreaming my way through lots and lots of scenarios, such as what steps to take in order to seduce the student next door (who is sex on legs by the way) and invite her over to come fuck my wife with me. Or inviting my wife's newly divorced best friend, (who has a pair of the most magnificent tits I've ever seen), over for dinner, wine, lots of filthy, dirty sex and more wine. But first things first, I needed to remind my self that I was still alive sexually, and in the process, remind my wife how truly sexy and sensual she is. I wanted to rekindle in her that bright flame of lust which attracted me to her in the first place, so I decided to take the matter into my own hands. The time had come to "train" the love of my life.

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By *igonepetexxxMan
over a year ago

swansea

Start sending her sexy text messages

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

My wife has been mine since she was eighteen, and I was 27 when we met. We survived her college years and a long distance relationship via a stream of sexy and loving letters, sneaky phone sex and when we finally got together at last on a few weekends spread throughout the academic year, we'd camp out in her room making love for most of the day, emerging for a few drinks and a meal at our favorite Chinese restaurant in the evening, before returning back to her hall of residence and her room for further shagging.

She has always been a very enthusiastic lover, energetic and adventurous, an absolute demoness in bed. She does not shy away from sucking my cock straight from her pussy while grinding her self against my face, before jumping back on my cock bringing us to a tremendous climax as we taste each other, kissing passionately as we come.

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

She's what I'd call a classy, sexy milf, with dark hair cut in an angular bob, featuring an under cut. She has the most beautiful pair of sexy brown "come to bed eyes" and a mouth with lips made for sucking cock. She's a petite woman, fun-sized as I call her, with small B-cup breasts, blessed, in my humble opinion, with a perfect sexy arse and toned legs as she keeps herself in shape by running, supplemented with regular gym going. She makes me drool, her trimmed pussy still tastes so good after 16 years of marriage. I still can't get enough of her. I'm a very lucky man. But in all this happiness a difficult situation had developed which was acting like a wedge between us, and that wouldn't do at all.

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

I went online, consulted a few websites, made a few purchases and bided my time. One by one over the next couple of days, the parcels filled with erotic goodies began to arrive at my workplace. Andrea, our lovely receptionist, handed over each parcel with a knowing look, which I noted with interest. I wonder if she recognised the discreet packaging? Would the lovely Andrea make a good candidate as a future playmate? I made a mental note to my self to make further enquiries at the next Xmas office party. Andrea has a dirty sexy laugh, and looks so good in her work clothes, she is tall with a sexy lithe body, she favours shortish skirts, coupled with her long sexy legs in clad in sheer black tights, I've often enjoyed a lunchtime wank fantasizing about fucking Andrea between her thighs, resulting in me ejaculating all over her thighs, and enjoying the sight of my cum dripping down her hosed legs. I decided that Andrea WOULD make a brilliant playmate.

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By *ornyboy46Man
over a year ago

heatons

Sounds good carry on

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Please continue!

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

The parcels were taken home, their contents opened, verified and housed in a smart leather holdall I had also purchased, which would serve as my bag of tools.

The following weekend I had arranged a sleepover for our children on the Friday night with their aunt, who lives in the nearest town to our village some 7 miles distant. I had bought some lovely posh fizz for my wife and myself to enjoy during our child free weekend and I also made a promise to return with a meal for us both from our favorite local noodle bar after dropping the kids off. Before leaving I whispered into my wife's ear that it would be a good idea if she got started on the wine, saying jokingly, "you might just get tipsy enough for me to take advantage of you". She responded with a sly passionate kiss, a squeeze of my bum as she purred "I might just do that..."

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

The trip to town and back was a torture in itself. I did not dare to raise my expectations, having been disappointed and denied for so long and so often.

So three quarters of an hour later I pulled up outside our home, the children safely delivered, the takeaway meal collected and housed in a thermal bag to keep warm. As walked slowly to the front door, the thought remained with me that I would find my dear wife glued to her work emails on the laptop because she had "so much to do". I opened the door to a silent house, and as I crossed the threshold I stumbled across some thing on the floor by the door. It was my wife's running shoes, left there carelessly. "Bloody kids must have left them on the floor when they were searching for their own shoes earlier." I thought to myself, "Somebody could get hurt tripping over those."

Then I noticed another few items on the floor further along the hallway. Folded in a neat pile were my wife's jogging bottoms and running vest, and nearby her sports bra and her tatty running nickers also lay discarded. "Darling? Where are you?" I called. "In here" she answered from the kitchen. I felt the familiar sinking feeling as I entered the room, placing the takeaway on the counter top. My thoughts were now running along the lines that my dear wife had been for a quick run and so would be too tired for any frivolity. But my spirits soared as my wife came in from the utility room, my cock stiffened in reaction to the sight of my Mrs in a sexy set of matching black bra and panties. She explained that she had been for a quick shower after a short run whilst I was out delivering the kids and picking up the takeaway. "Shower fresh?" I thought happily. "Excellent." It was time to take the initiative.

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

Fighting the desire just to grab her and run my hands all over her sexy body and explore between her legs with my tounge, instead I gave her a chaste kiss on the cheek as I retrieved a bottle of bubbly from the fridge and some Ice from the freezer for the ice bucket. I popped the bottle of prosecco, placed the bottle in the ice bucket, and handed the bucket over to my wife. She looked slightly perplexed as I said "Wait two minutes and then follow me with the drink, to the lounge. Do not come in until I say so. Do you understand?" She nodded her head yes in mute confusion. I turned away with out a backwards glance and headed down the hallway to our largish living room, where I retrieved the black leather holdall I had secreted behind the main sofa.

I reached into it and found the first few items I required for use in this evenings work. Quickly I cleared the central part of the room, moving a small coffee table to the side and placing my black bag on it.

I fetched from the bag a dark leather riding crop, a black silk blindfold, a larger black silk scarf, a pair of black leather driving gloves and a pair of silver handcuffs. I arranged them on the table near the bag. Even if I didn't use them on this occasion, the thought of their use would be implanted and introduced into my wife's mind.

I gave the crop an experimental swoosh through the air. Attached at it's tip was a piece of soft black leather, which if one flicked in a certain way on a certain part of the body, could inflict a momentary flash of sweet pain which could be savoured and enjoyed. The crop felt right in my hand and the wooshing sound it made as it moved through the air was very pleasing to the ear. It's handle had sleek feel to it and an idle thought crossed my mind. I wonder if the handle would serve as a dildo I could use to tease my wife as she sucked my cock later on. I was taken from that happy thought by a small knock at the door. "Can I come in now?" she asked plaintively. "Wait!" I replied sharply. I went to pour myself a glass of whisky to settle my nerves. My inner tiger began to purr.

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

I sat down in the armchair which faces the main sofa, took a large gulp of the whisky, and let it's fire move in my body. "Come in" I commanded. My wife entered the room, carrying the bubbly safely in the ice bucket, along with two glasses. By now she was wearing her dressing gown. "You won't be needing that gown my dear" I said as she placed the ice bucket down on the floor by the sofa. "I know", she replied with a cheeky smile, and as she stood up she let the gown fall to the floor, she bent over, teasing me with her sexy behind, picked up her glass of prosseco and sat down gracefully opposite me on the sofa.

We looked at each other, her eyes meeting mine with a slight defiance noticing me adjusting my self as I sat, my cock rock hard by now and very aroused by my sexy wife.

She sat, her legs crossed, showing off her sexy toned thighs, arms open, resting on top of the sofa, exposing her lovely breasts, she looked like a goddess enthroned, on our lounger, semi-naked in her simple but sexy black underwear, she also wore a pair of black patent leather high heels, sheer black holdups, and a small black band if material around her neck. I love the way her skin looks through the sheer black stockings. I wanted to feel her legs wrapped around my waist as I fuck her harder and harder. Wow! I had to take charge right then before I lost my resolve and submit to the pressing urge to simply rip my wife's nickers off with my teeth and pound her sexy wet pussy with my hard cock until we cum together. I could feel the pre-cum on the tip if my cock already, and I wondered if her sexy vagina was getting suitably wet too. There was only one way to find out.

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

She drained her glass slowly, lifting it up to me languidly as if ordering me to refill it for her. I stood up and retrieved the bottle from the ice bucket and filled her glass to the brim. I let the wine overflow down her arm and onto the floor, "What are you doing?" she asked as she jumped up in shock. "Taking cotrol", I replied as I took the overflowing glass from her hand, placed it on the coffee table, placed the bottle back into the ice bucket and picked up the riding crop in my right hand. "Stand here", I gestured to the middle of the floor with the riding crop. She eyed me nervously, "what do you think YOUR doing?" I smirked as she placed an emphasis on the YOUR in the sentence in an attempt to regain her composure. "Be silent", I commanded, "Look straight ahead. Do not look at me, unless I give you my permission". She stood to some kind of attention, but not taking my assertiveness seriously. I modulated my voice to a lower register and said "Straighten up!" She stood straight, with a haughty look on her face. "Stand respectfully, feet apart. Clasp your fingers together, and raise your arms above your head." She gave me a defiant look, so I smacked her with the crop, on the side of her left thigh, not a hard smack, but not gentle, with just enough force to make her yelp with shock. I ran the tip of the crop from the nape of her neck down her back, and rested the tip on her left buttock. "Your sexy arse pleases me" I told her. Keeping the tip of the crop connected to her skin, I moved around her, tracing a line from her left buttock, along her torso and rested the tip of the crop against her left nipple. I toyed awhile, idley flicking the leather against her nipple. I watched her face fascinated by her inner struggle not to react. I moved the tip down past her belly and began stroking her inner thighs. I wondered if she was wet yet? I moved the tip towards her vagina, seeking out her wetness, moving on to stimulate her clit through the material of her underwear. As I teased and teased between her legs, moving the crop in a slow, small, circular motion, she let out a low moan and her right leg began trembling. Good. This is what I wanted. My wife aroused, lost in the moment. This felt like the good old days, of our first exploration of each other sexually.

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

I returned to the bag and took out a pair of leather driving gloves, and made a small show of putting them on. I moved behind her and with my left hand cupped her left breast while groping my way down her belly with my right hand, towards her juicy pussy. All the time I was gently kissing the eroginous zone that my wife has around the back of her neck. I pinched her left nipple between my fingers as I placed my right hand into her nickers, my middle finger between her legs, and I began to explore her pussy with my gloved hand. Her moaning grew stronger. The gloves seemed so impersonal yet exciting, all part of the fun. I ached to be inside her, the urge to be thrusting was all consuming. But not yet. I had further plans.

I turned her around, pulled her right leg up roughly, and placed her right foot on a footstool which was near by. I stood back to admire her sexy body, and turned to the bag and retrived a pair of scissors. Once again, without a word, I moved behind her, and with two quick snips, I cut through the seams of her knickers at both hips and they fell to the floor. I threw the scissors back from into the bag as I circled back to stand in front of her. The look on her face was priceless. I kissed her gently on her mouth, then continued kissing her body as I made my way down towards her pussy. I stopped to kiss and flick my tongue over each nipple, whilst fingering her pussy with my gloved right hand. Squatting down, I licked and kissed my way past her belly button before burying my face between her legs, savouring her aroma. She smelt so good, her juices tasted amazing. I licked and kissed around her pussy and clit while also teasing my tongue along her inner thighs. She was moaning appreciatly, and my cock was so hard by now I thought I was on the verge of exploding. I reluctantly tore my self from between her legs and stood up, placing both hands on her shoulders and pushing her down. She took the hint. "Take my cock out and suck it" I said, with my voice practically growling with passion. She fumbled at the zip of my trousers and was surprised at my hard cock springing out to her lips. I had taken the liberty of going commando in the hopes of achieving this scenario. She took my throbbing cock in her mouth and began to give me a sexy sexy blow job. I'm not that big, Mr average truth be told, but I felt like Ron Jeramy that evening as my wife used her tounge around the glands of my cock, as she kissed and licked the length and began to fuck my cock with her mouth, with increasing aggressiveness. The feeling was amazing and I fought with my self not to come so deep in her throat. I pulled my self away and told her to lie on the sofa and pull her legs up, her knees by her ears. I knew that when I fuck my wife in that posiston I achieve a deep penetration which we both enjoy. I knelt down between her legs and teased her pussy with the tip of my hard cock. She began to moan again, and the moaning increased as I continued to rub my cock with my precum all over her vaginal lips. She gasped as I thrusted my cock deep inside her, slowly at first, savouring each push, then as I increased my rhythm, her hands dug into my bottom as I began to fuck her harder and harder. With her legs wrapped around me I was in ecstasy, but I did not want come until she had or we achieved a simultaneous climax together. Oh man! The familiar tightening in my loins grew ever deeper. I must not cum! I must not cum! I repeated to my self. She arched her back and a surge if wetness enveloped us down below. Great! She had come to a climax already, now it was my turn.

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By *INGLEBBWWoman
over a year ago

ocala

More! Please

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

I flipped her over and manovered her on to her belly,she ended up bent over the footstool, too overcome to protest. I reached for the black silk scarff and tied it around her waist. I stood and pulled her up on all fours by using the tied scarf as leverage. I reached down to her pussy and began to finger her, using my gloved hand again. Her arsehole looked so inviting, I cursed my self silently for forgetting to order some anal lube for my bag of tricks, but that was for another time, as now I wanted to concentrate on pounding the arse off my sexy wife.

I took her from behind, slightly roughly, but she seemed to enjoy the rhythmic thrusting I provided, and as I began to grunt with each push of my hips, she joined in too and that sent me over the edge. My inner tiger roared. I came inside her, enjoying each spasm as my dick jerked out my spermy load. I had planned to cum all over her back, but I thought I'd keep that until we had a mutual girlfriend who would lick that all up for us. I withdrew my cock from her body, and some cum oozed out of her cunt. I scooped some up on the tip of my fingers and reached around and smeared my come all over her mouth. She began to lick and suck at my fingers greedily. What an awesome response. I walked around and presented my softening cock for her to clean up with her mouth. She took me again in her mouth, licking and sucking the traces of my leftover sperm, breathing new life into my tired cock. It was an amazing feeling. I felt 27 again, and the filthy memories flooded back. My cock was hard enough to fuck again.

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

I layed back on the sofa and my wife eagerly jumped back onto my cock and began to ride me vigorously. The thought crossed my mind that I was enjoying my own sloppy seconds and that made me even harder. She looked amazing riding me, her sexy hips in motion, her breasts bouncing away, her moans getting louder and louder as I pinched her nipples in turn. She was lost in her own world, her eyes rolked back in her head, her mouth half open, moaning gently now, nearing another climax. I was lost in the thought of how I'd love to see another man's cock cum in my wife's mouth right now, with his load dripping down her chin and onto her tits as I fuck her over and over. I noticed the familiar blush around her neckline and I knew she was about to cum again. My inner tiger roared once more. I managed to time my own climax to coincide with hers and we both came noisily together. She collapsed on top of me, kissing me passionately, we shared salty kisses as we tasted each other's cum on our lips.

We dosed for a few minutes regaining our strength and the will to move on up to the bathroom upstairs for us to soap each other down and enjoy a hot shower together. After tending lovingly to the crop marks on her thighs with some aloe vera lotion (and kissing them better of course), we returned to the kitchen to warm up our forgotten takeaway as we were ravenous, and to open another bottle of fizz to celebrate a successful sexy evening. We drank a toast to each other. "To you my sexy darling wife" I said as I raised my glass to her, "thank you for fulfilling a fantasy I've had for a long time. You are amazing." She raised her glass in return, "to you Darling husband" she said theatrically, "I've really enjoyed tonight. We've blown some of our cobwebs away at last. It felt really sexy to submit to you earlier. I'd like to see more of that side to you in the future." I nodded in agreement. "But you better make sure you eat properly now and to get a good night's sleep to regain your strength...", she added with a glint in her eye, "...because it's MY turn in charge tomorrow, and we've all day to play". I grinned happily as we clinked our glasses together to seal the toast. Oh yes, all was right with our world again. My inner tiger purred with anticipation of what tomorrow would bring.

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

Many thanks for reading my story, would really love to hear from you with your thoughts about it. I've plenty more that I will share with you xx

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Fantastic keep going

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Looking forward to seeing where it goes with your work colleague

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By *INGLEBBWWoman
over a year ago

ocala

Really anazing story! Got me so hott! Lucky wife!

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

That I will...

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

"Start sending her sexy text messages"

Your right! Here's a peice that should have been in the story...

"My wife had recently received a promotion at work, her new responsibilities became terribly distracting for her

and I found myself busy at work too, distracting my self by working long hours. One day, in a particularly depressing lunch hour, once again spent at my desk, I realised we had fallen into a rut that many married couples fall into, letting our work life dominate our home life. We were in the cusp of being ships who pass in the night. I wasn't happy, I love this sexy woman, and I realised that in order to get us back on track I had to go a few extra miles to catch and keep her attention, and to reclaim myself from life's doldrums.

So I began the new training regime by texting her out of the blue one afternoon, describing a fantasy of mine that I wanted to make real. I told her that in my fantasy, I would arrive home from a long day at work to find her lounging naked on the bed, wearing nothing except for some expensive perfume and a pair of sexy high heels. I told her that I would then spend some quality time, kissing and licking her sexy body, biting her pink nipples whilst pulling her hair roughly as she likes me to, before we fuck each other to a noisy climax. Her response was polite but loving "Oh that's sounds lovely dear, I love you, kiss, kiss, kiss". "How sweet", I thought, but that's not the response I was looking for. That wouldn't do at all."

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