The following is not real. Some of you know have known me will recognize some of the people, but this is not how this actually happened. People suggested I try writing something else so here you go.

So, Im going to be straight up for a second. I think about fucking everyone I meet. I think about how they would feel under my hands. Or how I could make them cum. I think about what kinky stuff they might be into. Is the fat old charge nurse into anal? What would that paramedic do if I asked him to piss on me? Would the clerk that checked me out at the store rim me if I went down on him?
All of these and more race through my mind. Normally I push them out of the way. Sometimes I dwell on them, and try to find out. And that’s how it was with my father in law.
From the moment I saw him, I wanted to fuck him. Joe and I had just started dating and we had gone to his parents house. My future father in law (lets call him Frank) was a runner. Not just recreationally. He liked to do marathons and shit like that. As such, he was in amazing shape. Athletic and slim. His muscles were well defined under his skin, and he had the sharp facial figures like a sculpture. His hair was still black, aside from the gray that had begun to appear at his temples.
To be fair, I was in shape then too. More than one, actually. They were just circles of various sizes.
From that day forward, I wanted to fuck him. I wouldn’t say I was obsessed, but I did think about it often. I was still occasionally fucking Joe’s brother, so I would find myself comparing their cocks. Joe’s wasn’t small, necessarily, but it lacked his brother’s girth. I began to wonder what it would take to get Frank to fuck around on his wife. He had raised one son to have an intense moral direction. Joe doesn’t like anything I like in the bedroom, mostly because he finds it degrading to me.
On the other hand, his other son was a complete dirtbag. He was the one that came on to me first. To be fair, I kept it going after the wedding, but he could have said no. What kind of a guy fucks his brothers wife the day they leave for their honeymoon?
So what kind of guy was Frank? One of his sons was an outlier, but which one? And then what kind of woman would not only entice him to cheat, but to fuck his sons wife as well. It was the kind of challenge I rose to. I had to find out. It would be quite the accomplishment, fucking all the men in a family. Well, aside from mine, I guess.
It would be a process. A long one. Find out if he would cheat. Find out if he would cheat with a fat girl. Find out if he would cheat with a fat daughter in law. Finally find out if he wanted a whore or an angel. I could do either, but angel was temporary. I would see him pretty regularly, once week or so, more often during the summer. He had a pool, you see, and Joe loved to swim.
So I got to work. First step was to see if he was even interested. I waited until the next time we went swimming. That would be a few weeks away, so I contented myself through masturbation that mostly involved him and my dad tag teaming me. By the time we were actually going, not even these clit sessions could tide me over.
I had thought about doing a two piece, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. So I settled on my one piece. It would be sufficient for this. The changing room was their bedroom, and it had a sliding glass door that led to the pool. There was a curtain to pull to cover it. I thought about leaving the curtain open, but there was never a time when he was the only one in line of sight. Disappointed, I headed to the pool to join the others.
It was while swimming that I saw my first opportunity. The pool itself was a saltwater pool, and at one end was a hot tub fixture that overflowed in a waterfall into the pool itself. Frank was standing by the waterfall, talking to Joe, who was in the tub. I dove under the water, and while I swam to the waterfall, I adjusted by suit so that I had a nipple peaking out. I wasn’t able to be sure, and I didn’t want too much to show, but it was a gamble.
I rose out of the water next to Frank, my left nipple exposed. I slid up next to him and asked what they were up to. Joe couldn’t see my tits from his position, No one else would be in line of sight if I turned towards Frank. Slowly, with the waterfall falling on me, I turned towards him and asked him what he was drinking.
He looked to me and opened his mouth to answer, but his eyes went right to my tit. I held my breath. Would he say something? Would he freak out? Would he just stare?
The latter. As he responded to me, I slowly exhaled the breath I had been holding. His eyes were flicking between Joe, me, and my nipple. I was looking him over too. His chest had a small v shaped patch of graying hair, his nipples sat flush against his body. His neck was ridged by firm tendons and muscles. Fucking hell he was sooo hot. Joe began moving toward the stairs so I dipped down and fixed my suit.
I swam away eagerly awaiting my next chance. I was optimistic about this thing for the first time. Pushing the envelope and taking chances were such a turn on for me that I was spent the rest of the swim time rubbing my clit hidden by the water.
We caught eyes a few times after that, but he didn’t really betray anything else. A plan took form. I would be the last to get out. I would go into the room to change, and somehow entice him in there once I had stripped out of my suit and covered myself. Then, a quick flash, or something. I wasn’t sure yet.
As luck would have it, Frank and I were the last two. Improvising, I got out and piddled around outside until Joe had finished changing. I went in, and began to look around the room for something to give me an excuse to get him in here. I had to hurry, and act while he was alone in the pool area. If anyone else was there, they might come instead.
It didn’t take long. There was a hamper in the bathroom for towels, but Joe had been Joe and just piled them on top of it. Under the pile of wet towels, it might be missed. I stripped out of my suit, and wrapped myself in a dry towel. I rushed to the door and looked out. He was still alone, but he was out of the pool.
I slid the door open. “Hey Frank. Where do I put my towels?”
He looked at me in the towel, and flipped his head to the main doors into the house, possibly to see were everyone was, then back to me. “I-In the bathroom, Claire.” He said.
“I looked I don’t see it. Can you show me?” I asked. Deliberately I looked down. His wet trunks clung to his body. It wasn’t hard to see the outline of his cock, hanging flaccid, along his body. It was hard to gage, but he looked bigger than either of his sons. I let my eyes linger, then went back to his face. I bit my lower lip.
Wordlessly he started towards me. “Thanks, Frank.” I said, retreating back into the room before he got there. Now what? I thought to myself. Just dropping the towel would be a high risk high reward situation. If he reacts poorly, it might be impossible to say it was just an accident. Instead, I sat on his bed, facing the bathroom. I spread my legs, leaving the towel on, but parted just enough.
He came in and stopped. My breath caught again. For what seemed like an eternity he stared at me. He smiled slightly, but it was gone as quick as it came. He moved to the bathroom.
“Oh.” He said as he rounded the corner. “Fuckin’ Joe.” He said. He leaned down to begin picking the towels up. He turned his head to me. His eyes right between my legs. I know he could see my pussy. “Does he at least put thigs away at home?”
I just shook my head, looking at him. He looked away and stood. “Well, there’s the hamper. You can put the towel in there.”
I stood, bent over to grab the wet one I had used, and walked into the bathroom, passing him in the door way. I turned sideways, ass to him, as I slipped through. I stuck my ass out, and brushed it across his groin, feeling his bulge as I did so. I dropped the towel in the hamper.
I turned to Frank. He was staring at me. “Can you hand me my clothes? They are on the bed.” His face was red as he turned and proceeded into the room. As soon as his back was turned, I went for it. I dropped the towel. He returned and stopped as soon as he saw me. “Thanks.” I said. And I took the clothes. He stared at me. At my tits. My pussy.
“Claire, I-“ he began. I closed the door.
Fuck. I needed to cum. I heard the door slide open and then close. I thought about his cock, I thought about him pinning me in the doorway and forcing it into me. I wondered if he would try to fuck my ass. My fingers went to my clit. It didn’t take long before I was cumming.
After, I took stock of where I was. I had gone for broke. It hadn’t blown up in my face. And I felt like I knew he would cheat. I felt like he liked big tits, and I felt that he wanted me to be slutty. Maybe this would be easy.
I was wrong. The next few swim days he was noticeably absent. His wife had said that he was running errands or something like that. She never seemed bothered. I fucked myself after one day imaging he had told her and we were going to have a threesome.
The next chance would be an unexpected one.
It was Labor Day. I remember because I was off and Joe worked, taking the double time that he would get. Joe was already gone when I woke, and knowing that I would have 7 hours in the house alone had me wet thinking about who I was going to have over to fuck. I had begun to flip through my contacts when the phone rang, the caller ID showing it was Joes cell. My heart sank. He had to be telling me that he was coming home early.
“Hey, babe.” I answered, forcing a yawn.
“You just getting up?”
“Yeah. Whats up?”
“I need you to do me a favor. I need you to go into the garage and grab a tool and bring it to my dad.” He said.
I sat straight up. “Yeah I can do that.”
“Mom has the car and she’s out at my aunts. He told me not to worry about it, but hes been looking forward to this project for a while.”
“Sure!” I jumped out of bed as he talked me through the garage and the location of the tool. Once identified, I let him go, and began to plot my course of action.
He was clearly hesitant. But he couldn’t trust himself around me. He knew what the game was, he knew he would lose, and he was just trying not to play. I needed to be able to get him to the table.
Clothes would be key. It was a little cooler, too cool for shorts, but leggings would work. No panties. The top would be a little trickier. My tits are huge, H Cups. Braless wasn’t an option, but I had an ill fitting balconette that let the tops of my areolas pop out if I positioned it right. A white camisole and light black sweater completed the outfit. I checked myself out in the mirror. A quick tug on the camisole brought a hint of areola into view. Perfect.
I went out to the truck, threw the tool in the back and headed off to my in laws house. The whole ride over there I had the butterflies in my stomach that were my vice. That anticipation of something new and different. The pushing of boundaries, the taboo of the act, the risk of getting caught. All were combining to give me a high that nothing else could touch.
By the time I pulled into the gravel driveway, my pussy was aching. As I rolled to a stop, I realized I hadn’t even thought about what I was going to do. I had been so preoccupied thinking about fucking him, that I hadn’t even bothered to think about how I was going to do it.
As I got out of the truck, Frank came out from the side of the house. He was in jeans and a long-sleeved red shirt. Sawdust clung to it. He stopped when he say me, but then continued on.
“What are you doing here, Claire?” There was a tinge of anger. Good.
“Joe told me you needed this.” I went to the back and pulled out the saw.
“Yeah I told him not to worry about it.”
“Well he worried.” I passed the saw to him.
He looked me up and down. “Tell him thanks.” He said and then turned with the saw and headed back to the house.
Fuck. This wasn’t working. I watched as he turned around back. He was resisting, but I saw it in his eyes. I know that look. Seen it in plenty of men’s eyes. I pulled the black sweater off, threw it in the truck, and headed off in his footsteps.
I rounded the corner and saw him in his workshop. Formerly a detached garage, he had turned it into his hobby room a few years ago. There was a piece of wood on two stands that he was measuring. A few stools and chairs littered the perimeter of the shop. When he saw me, he stopped and sighed.
“What are you working on?” I asked.
“Claire, why are you here?”
“Im bored.” I said, biting my lip. “Joe is at work, and hes not as entertaining as he could be even when he is home.
“W-well I got a lot of stuff to do here, and I’m not going to be entertaining anyway.” He returned to measuring.
“Well, anything is better than being alone at the house.” I found one of the rocking chairs and sat in it. So far, so good, but I was running out of moves. The silences persisted for a few minutes while he measured and marked different pieces of wood. Then it hit me. I had a plan. All I had to do was wat for my opening.
It didn’t take long. After about 5 more minutes of silence, he left to go inside to get something. I took my shot. As soon as he was gone, I jumped up and headed for the pool. Flipping the cover on the control panel, I flipped the tub to on. I raced back to the shop, and I stripped off all my clothes, placing them in the chair I was sitting in. I then raced through the brisk air to the tub, where I slid in.
The water was ice cold. My nipples immediately hardened. The water coming from the jets was warm, but still, my teeth began to chatter. I prayed the water would heat up quickly.
I heard the side door open. He was heading back into the shop. It didn’t take long before he rounded the corner. I waved at him. He slowly walked over.
“Claire. What the hell are you doing?”
“Entertaining myself.” I said. I made a show of pushing my hands down to my pussy. “Since you wont, I have to find something to do.”
“This ain’t right, Claire. Theres something wrong with you.”
I smiled and closed my eyes as my fingers slipped inside me. “Mmmhm.” I moaned in agreement. “Very wrong.” I said.
He watched me finger myself. He didn’t leave. I went all in. I stood and began to walk out of the tub. The chill in the air brought my chattering teeth back. “I’m going to go into the house and Im going to be entertaining myself. If you are bored, you should follow me.” And I headed for the sliding door.
I entered, thought about the couch, but decided against getting it all wet, and went to the floor instead. I got down on all fours, ass in the air, and began to play with my pussy. I rubbed my asshole too.
I heard the door open and smiled. I had won.
I rolled over and lay on my back. He stood over me. He began to undo his jeans and I moved to my knees. “You are going to love this, Frank.” I told him.
I was eager to finally see this cock. As his jeans fell I reached up and took his boxers in my hands, I pulled them down.
It was wonderful. Bigger than either of his sons. A good 6 or 7 inches, if I have to guess, but thick. His balls hung in a sack covered in gray pubic hairs. I opened my mouth, and licked the length of his shaft, my eyes locked with his. From the tip to the base, and then back again. He began to grow. I took him into my mouth and began to suck. Using my mouth, suction, tongue, suction, tongue. He grew to an impressive level of fullness in my mouth. I pulled it out.
“Gag me, daddy.” I said before plunging down on it again. This time I felt him hit the back of my throat and the first gag began. I felt his hand on the back of my head as he held me there. Oh yes. He wanted a whore. I’d give him that.
He let me up and I pulled back, rubbing the slime covered cock on my face. “You are so much bigger than Joe.” I said.
“Shut the fuck up.” He said and he forced it back in my mouth. Another round of gaging began. When he let me up from it, I went back to his balls, letting the cock lay across my face. I licked and gently sucked each ball, and then I moved lower. He moved back. He looked at me confused. “What are you doing?”
Poor bastard. He’d never been rimmed. I smiled. I stood and undid his shirt. Once off I sucked and nibbled at his nipples as I walked him back to his chair. He fell down into it. I returned to my knees and the blow job. Building up a good supply of saliva, I worked down to his balls again, and then to under them.
It was clear he had been working, but it turned me on even more. Lower and further I pushed, my tongue searching for his ass. I could hear him moaning. I reached up and grabbed his cock. Mainly to keep him from jerking it and cumming too quick. I finally found it. I thought about how wanton and whoreish I was being. On my knees, with my tongue on my husbands fathers ass.
“Fucking hell, Claire.” He moaned. I pulled out.
“Betty doesn’t to that, does she?” I smiled.
He shook his head and stood up. It was his turn to take control. He turned me around and began kissing my neck and rubbing my tits. I felt his cock pressing into my back. He reached down and inserted a finger into my pussy. I felt him pushing me down and over. I resumed my position on my knees, my shoulders and head on the carpet.
“Fuck me daddy.” I said.
“Where?” he asked
“Anywhere you want.”
“Does he do anal?” I shook my head no, preparing for the possibility that I was about to take a pretty big cock in my ass. “Just my pussy.”
I felt the head at my ass. I reached back and spread for him. “Yessss, daddy.” He began to push in. I gasped when he first popped in. We had no lube, aside from my spit, and he was bigger than any I had been buttfucked with in a while. I let my cheeks go. The pain was reaching my threshold. I took my other hand and went to my clit, hoping to off set it.
That seemed to work. The searing pain became more bearable. “Im a whore. Im a whore. Im a whore.” I began to repeat to myself reminding myself that I wanted this. He began to slid in and out.
“Do you fuck Bettys ass, Frank?”
“Call me daddy.”
“Do you fuck Bettys ass, Daddy?”
“Not in a while.” It turned me on even more that Betty used to take dicks in her ass.
“Pull my hair daddy.” He obliged as he began to pick up speed. He had the stamina I expected from a runner, as well as the endurance.
He was pounding my ass now. My own fingers had brought me to the point of climax. I screamed as the cum took me, clinching my ass around his thick invading cock. I fully expected him to cum. But he slowed down. Not wanting to hurt me as my ass was clenching, he slowed, delaying his own satisfaction.
As soon as I subsided, we resumed the fucking. His relentless assault on my body. I couldn’t wait to have him fucking my pussy like this. “Im gonna cum, Claire.” He exclaimed.
“Do it daddy. Cum inside me.”
With a shudder he did. With each pump he moaned and shook. I couldn’t feel him cumming, but I knew it was a lot. I only felt it as he fell out of my ass. He fell next to me, catching his breath. I moved to my side and snuggled up next to him. “Good?” he asked me.
“Better than both your sons.” I smiled.
He looked at me shocked for a moment. Before he began to smile, letting his head fall back to the floor. “Wow. You are a whore. But you are an amazing fuck.”
I smiled and looked down at his cock. The cum coated it, but it didnt look bad. I leaned over and took it into my mouth. He looked at me with a mixture of lust and confusion. I felt his cock twitch a little in my mouth.
I pulled off it. “I want you to fuck my pussy next.”

Since we have been together my girlfriend has turned into a bit of an exhibitionist. She has flashed her beautiful tits dozens of times. Quite often it was me exposing them but she always let me. She enjoyed it. Usually it was spontaneous but sometimes it was planned out. Similar to some videos clips from Frivolous dress order.
She also enjoyed sex in public. She especially loves sucking cock in public. Sometimes we would just go for a drive so she could give me a blowjob while I was driving. We got caught doing this several times and on more than one occasion a passer by would stop to watch. It seemed to turn her on.
But she was always hesitant about flashing her ass or pussy. It was rare. The odd time when we were out for drinks she would position herself so that a guy could see under her skirt and get a quick view of her panties. But never actually flashing her pussy. I tried convincing her a couple times, She would think about it and then blush but would say no. And then finally she decided to do it.
It was a Saturday afternoon. We were meeting some people at a pub to watch our local football team play. Some were friends, other were aquaintances or you could call them friends of friends.
Of course we were wearing clothing that supported our team. My girlfriend was wearing a low cut black shirt that had our team logo and a black skirt.
We met everyone at the pub. There was 4 couples and 2 guys that were single. We couldn't all sit at on table so we grabbed 2 tables that were beside each other. One table was a short table that had regular chairs. The other table was a higher table so bar stools were required for that table.
The women decided that they would all sit at one table since they really weren't that interested in the game and the guys could sit at the other table and enjoy the game together. The women chose the higher table.
The girls sat with 2 on each side of the table. The guys sat with 2 on each side and 1 on each end. The pub had tvs everywhere so everyone had a good view of the game. I was sitting beside one of the single guys. We were positioned so that the tv we were watching was right above my girlfriends table.
As the game went on I noticed that the guy beside me kept on leaning towards me. It was getting annoying. I even asked him what the hell he was doing. He just gave me a startled look and said he wasn't doing anything. He kept doing it. Then I noticed that he was trying to look up the skirts of 2 women at the table. One was my girlfriend. The other was a very cute blonde girl. We were the only 2 guys at the table that had that view.
My girlfriend had her legs in a position so that we couldn't see up her skirt. But you could see up the other girls skirt a bit. She was wearing some sexy turquoise panties. My girlfriend didn't notice the guy trying to look up their skirts but Im pretty sure the blonde girl noticed him staring. She looked at him and changed her position so he could no longer see. But he continued trying to look up their skirts.
A few minutes pass and I decide to get up and go to the bar to get another drink. I ask my girlfriend to join me. While we are waiting for our drinks I tell that the guy beside me is trying to look up her skirt. She just laughed. I told her that she should let him have a little peek. She said maybe.
We went back to our respective tables and watched the game. A short time later my girlfriend positioned her legs so that the I and the guy next to me could see under her skirt. At first she had her legs fairly close together so you couldn't see anything, just a shadow. But she slowly opened legs and her white panties became visible. He just kept staring at her crotch. I was trying not to stare but it was fucking hot.
Half time came and it was time for a bathroom break. I got up to go to the bathroom, my girlfriend did too. We talked while we were on our way to the bathroom. I told her that the guy sitting next to me liked the view of her panties. I told her I liked it too and thought it was hot. She didn't say anything. Just smiled. We then went to our respective bathrooms.
We went back to our separate tables as the 2nd half begun. All I was thinking about was my girlfriend showing her panties in public. I was wondering if she would continue the show in the 2nd half. We didn't discuss it when we talked at halftime. I was hoping the show would continue but I assumed she was done showing off.
As we watched the 2nd half the guy sitting next to me was again trying to look up my girlfriends skirt. I was trying to look myself but nothing. She had her legs completely closed and positioned so that we couldn't see anything. Quite a bit of time passed. The 3rd quarter was over in the game and it was heading to the final quarter. Nothing. I guess the show is over. It was fun while it lasted.
A couple minutes into the final quarter of the game my girlfriend re positions herself so that she is facing directly towards us. I was asking myself, are we going to get another show. But she had her legs closed tight together. We kept watching though and very slowly she started to open her legs. Still can only she a shadow though. She keeps slowly spreading her legs. But I don't see her white panties. I'm seeing her bare pussy. Not a full view, but you could see that she wasn't wearing panties. Im in total shock. She had removed her panties when she went to the bathroom. I had no idea she was going to do that. I got to admit, I liked it.
She kept spreading her legs a bit more until we got a full view of her soaking wet pussy. Omg this was so fucking hot. She sat there at the table watching the game with the other women with her left hand holding a drink and her right hand in her lap under the table. She lowered her right hand to her pussy. I thought to cover up. But then she started rubbing her pussy for us to watch. She would lift her glass with her left hand and take a sip of her drink while she was rubbing her pussy with her right hand.
The guy next to me couldn't stop staring. He was completely red faced. He was at a loss for words. This was too hot to handle. Thought I would explode in my pants.
The guy at the one end of the table to the left of me noticed he was red faced and said something. I didn't want the show to be ruined so I leaned over and whispered in his ear what was going on and told him not to say anything. He ended up sliding his chair over to our side of the table so he could see. His excuse for moving was that there was a glare on the tv so he had to change position.
Now 3 of us are watching her. The 3rd guy can't see her pussy though because her hand is over it. She just keeps watching the game and talking to the other women not even acknowledging that we are watching her. Occasionally rubbing her pussy for.
Then she does something very hot and unexpected. She moves her hand so that her pussy is visible again. She the holds her pussy lips wide open with her right thumb and index finger and holds that position for what seemed like an eternity. You could literally see her pussy dripping and throbbing.
Holy fuck I couldn't believe she did that for these guys. I've never been so horny in my life. Neither has she. As the game ends my girlfriend gets up and goes to the bathroom to clean her pussy soaked hand.
The 2 guys that watched both made comments. The one guy just said wow. The other guy looked at me with a smile and said great game.
We left the pub shortly after. Went out to her Suv. I told her that I couldn't wait until we got home. I wanted that pussy so badly. We got in the back seat and I licked and chewed on her pussy until she had an orgasm then I did it again and again. I loved the way she squirmed when I would continue to eat her pussy after she had an orgasm.
This was the first time she ever flashed her pussy and the hottes

I want through a community College course for massage therapy last year. My wife loved the idea for the free massages. She started telling people and in no time I had others wanting massages. Since I'm not licensed I can't charge but people end up tipping me.

Last fall I gave a friend of a fried a massage. He loves it and regularly gets a massage and tips great. Better yet he is the coach of thr local arena football team here in the Midwest 

He started telling his players about me and now about 6 of his players are regulars. It's been a big change in my life as all the guys are muscular black guys. 

They aren't the least bit bashful about parading  around nude in front of me. I always get hard as my white hands caress their black skin. But even my 7" looks small compared to each of them. I never let them leave with any cum in their balls.

This was after my first time with Marq. He basically forced my mouth down around his fat cock and head it there until he came I'm the back of my throat.

Since then I've happily stroked and sucked each of them yo completion. I found my purpose for these men and love being submissive to them. In fact I've been able to take  Omar into my tight little ass pussy. Hes the the less endowed of them but still is thicker and longer than I am.

ROUND THREE / UNEXPECTED DAY THREE

Continuation of my Minnesota adventure: May 2024 [another very long post]

To recap:
I was visiting T, my 52-year-old long-time red-haired FWB, for the first time since October 2021. In the interim, she’d had major female surgery, put on some unwanted weight due to the anti-depressant meds she’d been taking (although she still looked amazing to me), and dumped a 20-y/o lover because “he came too fast, didn’t have a decent job, and couldn’t eat pussy to save his life.” I’d made the drive from Denver to her small town, located a couple of hours southwest of the Twin Cities, with the intent of doing what we always did. That involved catching up on news since the last time we were together, taking in concerts, museums and other attractions while spending the weekend in the Twin Cities, and having sex – lots and lots of sex.

I woke up around 7:30 Tuesday morning, following another three-hour fuck session that had wrapped up around two a.m. Because T babysits her two-year-old grandson every weekday afternoon, I had only planned to sleep over for two nights and then come back for her on Friday. She was dead asleep alongside me, with the covers pulled up over her head, so I left her alone and got dressed in the living room. Her car, a Ford Focus, had been running on fumes the previous evening, so I filled it up at the nearest gas station and then stopped off at a drive-thru for a bagel. Culinary note: I asked for the bagel to be toasted, with cream cheese on the side. Who the fuck toasts a bagel without slicing it first??? Sheesh.

Anyway, I returned to her place and was having my breakfast when T came out of the bedroom and plopped down beside me. I noticed she’d put on yoga pants and a loose-fitting sweatshirt, which clearly indicated she was officially "not in the mood." She is NOT a morning person, and that includes morning sex. I offered her half my bagel, which she declined. She’s also not a breakfast person. “Are you sure you want to leave today?” T asked. “I thought we settled that on Sunday,” I replied. “I’ll be back Friday afternoon and we’ll spend the weekend in St. Paul.” She gave me one of those inscrutable looks that leave guys like me clueless. “Well, Donna is coming over for dinner. We do this every few weeks and, besides, she wants to meet you.”

Donna was one of T’s former coworkers, a tall Nordic blonde who’d succumbed to T’s bisexual charms during a blizzard in February and was apparently still infatuated with my red-haired Viking princess. “You can leave if you want,” T teased, “but you’ll miss out on a fun dinner.” Something told me that dinner wasn’t the only thing I’d miss by heading north, so I agreed to delay my drive by a day. Hey – I may be clueless when it comes to women, but I like to think I’m not an idiot!

We spent most of the day pretty much the same as on Monday, watching TV, reading, and having light-hearted conversation. After homemade bean burritos for lunch, I agreed to help her sort through her massive clothes collection that took up most of a second bedroom. It was a claustrophobic environment dominated by two huge dressers her grandparents had left to her. Piles of clothes occupied every flat surface, but the drawers were nearly empty. Our task was to divide the wardrobe up into Donate and Keep. I suggested the latter category was likely to include “fits me now” and “I hope it’ll fit again someday.” That remark earned me a not-so-playful punch on my arm, followed immediately by an offer to “kiss and make it better.”

For about two hours, I pulled out articles of clothing as T passed judgment on each item’s future. It was really humid, even with the a/c running, so she'd changed into a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants that had been cut down into shorts. Occasionally she felt compelled to try things on to see if they fit – some did, but many did not – which meant she was regularly showing me her tits while putting on blouses, and turning around to show off her lovely ass with each skirt or pair of pants we came across. There was hardly any floor space, so we were constantly bumping into each other. T was also being very tactile – stroking my arm, smacking me on the ass when I didn’t move out of her way fast enough, and delivering a series of random kisses. Finally, I got up the courage to ask about her behavior.

“You know,” I began apprehensively, “I can’t help but notice how affectionate you are. It’s like the old T has returned.” During past visits, she’d regularly initiated public displays of affection, but I never felt comfortable asking about this behavior – mostly because I didn’t want it to stop. “Why now; why me?” She froze with her hand halfway reaching for a hanger and turned to face me. “You really want to know?” she asked quietly. “Always,” I said. “I used to behave like this a lot, because I’m an affectionate person, but my actions kept getting taken the wrong way. Nearly every guy I’ve been with assumed I was coming on to them sexually, as in, I wanted to fuck them right then and there. You, on the other hand, never give me that vibe, because I know you truly care about me as a person, not just some sex object.”

I must have had a weird look on my face while trying to process what she’d said, because she stepped over the huge pile of clothes still on the floor and bumped up against me, wrapping her arms around my neck and planting a seriously hard kiss on my mouth. The phrase, “You know I adore you,” escaped my lips before I could even think about what I was saying. In return, T took half a step back and countered with, “Well, if you must know, I really DO want to fuck you, but that’ll have to wait because it’s almost time for me to go be with my grandson.” With that she giggled, pushed past me to climb out of the room, and called back in my direction as she was putting on her sneakers, “I’m watching him over at their place, because I don’t want to inflict him on you two days in a row. I’ll be back around 4:30.” And with that, she departed.

At 5:00 there was a knock on the door, so I hopped off the couch and went to answer it. T had previously texted me to say she wouldn’t be home until six o’clock but offered no further details. I opened up to greet a tall, slender woman with close-cropped blonde hair and a narrow face, carrying a grocery bag in each hand. I said, “You must be Donna,” at the same moment she said, “You must be Zac,” and we both laughed. I grabbed the bags out of her hands and took them straight to the kitchen. Since T lives in a double-wide trailer (err, “manufactured”) home, the counter was a mere three steps away. I explained that T was running late, and Donna countered with, “Yeah, she called to tell me that while I was at the Hy-Vee (the local supermarket), so I should just get dinner ready without her.” I offered to act as a backup chef, so we both did food prep. The menu included cucumber salad with onion, sliced tomatoes drizzled with olive oil, beer cheese soup, a baguette of French bread, and strawberry ice cream for dessert.

As we worked, we chatted amiably. I was curious about T’s experiences while working alongside Donna, and she confirmed that the stories I’d heard about harassment were true. “She just seems to attract asshole guys,” Donna said with conviction. Then, as she realized what she’d said, added, “Well, not you, obviously.” I laughed and countered with, “The jury might still be out on that one,” but she was quick to disagree. “Oh, no. T says you’re the sweetest guy. She told me you filled up her tank yesterday.” I couldn’t resist the double entendre. “You mean her car’s gas tank, right?” Donna burst out laughing. “Yeah – that, too.”

But before we could delve into additional semi-smutty talk, T returned and gave Donna a big hug and kiss. “Did you rope Zac into helping you with dinner?” she asked. “He volunteered and did a great job cutting up the vegetables,” she replied. I’d suggested we do the salad Hungarian style, dressed with sour cream, vinegar, and a dash of paprika. Lacking a dining table, we took our plates and bowls to the living room – five steps from the kitchen (!!) – and ate at the coffee table. I parked myself on T’s leather recliner, while the ladies sat on the couch.

After dessert, I gathered up the dishes and offered to do clean-up, to which there were no objections! While I was washing, drying and putting things away, T dragged out her cannabis paraphernalia and the two of them were soon “dabbing away.” Donna asked if they should save some for me, but T put the kibosh on that. “He’s got too much of a tolerance for pot,” T explained. “We split a tube Sunday night, and he didn’t even get high. I don’t think it affected him at all.” I chimed in with, “Well, it made me horny.” T responded with a laugh. “Geez, Zac, you’re hornier than any guy I know, so it clearly wasn’t the pot talking.” Naturally, Donna had to come back with, “So, how horny was he?” There was some whispering that followed between the two of them, and I was too far away to hear the conversation, except for the part where Donna said out loud, “How many times?” and then followed with “Oh, my god.”

I wrapped up my KP duties and started back toward my seat when T piped up with a request. “Zac, honey – can you go pick up something for us to drink? We’re too wasted to drive.” I reminded her we still had that Smirnoff swill from the night before, but T said, “Oh, I poured that out. It wasn’t very good.” That was the understatement of the week! Donna suggested a bottle of wine so, after a brief discussion of white versus red, they agreed “red” was the best choice. I grabbed my car keys and left the two of them puffing away on the couch.

The same woman who’d helped us the previous evening was back behind the counter. “How was that Smirnoff?” she asked. “Looking for another bottle?” [That's the issue with small towns; everyone knows your business!] I told her it was the worst stuff I’d tasted since that shot of vodka I’d sampled in a Bratislava grocery store decades earlier. That got a laugh out of her, and we chatted for about ten minutes about our respective overseas adventures, until I suddenly remembered why I was there. Two minutes and $15 later, I was on my way back to T’s place with what was reportedly a halfway decent bottle of California Cabernet.

As I walked into her place, the lights were off and no one was up front. I set the bottle down and slowly felt my way forward. The bedroom door was closed, and the rest of the place was nearly pitch-black. Because of the harsh Minnesota winters and the lack of decent insulation in her place, T keeps all the windows blocked year-round, because “it’s too much trouble to always be redoing them.” It’s like a goddamned cave in there; you can’t tell whether it’s day or night without opening the door and looking outside. I had my hands outstretched to aid in moving ahead, but thankfully it’s a very narrow hallway with no obstacles. I put my ear to the bedroom door but couldn’t make out any sounds. I thought about calling out, but instead I retraced my steps to the living room, stripped down to just my boxer briefs, and returned to where I’d just been standing.

As quietly as I could, I twisted the door handle and pulled the bedroom door open. The first thing I noticed was a pile of women’s clothes lying on the floor. Peeking around the corner, I saw two naked women erotically positioned and illuminated by the dim bedside lamp at the far side of the room. T was lying on her back, her thighs spread wide and the fingers of her left hand making slow circles around her clit. Donna was sitting on T’s face, grinding away, while the palms of her hands were pressed flat against the bedroom wall, since T’s double bed has no headboard. Neither woman was being particularly vocal – Donna was breathing hard, but quietly, whereas whatever sounds T was making were being directed straight into Donna’s vagina. I took off my boxers and began to stroke my cock, which was quickly at attention.

I was being quiet, but Donna turned her head and caught me out of the corner of her eye as I was standing at the side of the bed with my cock in my hand. “Guess—who’s—back?” Donna managed to announce, in between gasps for air. T mumbled something that I couldn’t understand, but Donna was apparently skilled at interpreting mouth-to-pussy speech. “She wants you to go down on her,” Donna translated, so I wasted no time climbing onto the bed and hopping to it. I pushed T’s hand aside and wrapped my lips around her little button-clit. I sucked on it hard, which really sets her off, and then I shoved two fingers deep into her pussy.

Eighteen months earlier, when T had the first of two back-to-back vaginal surgeries, she was worried they would affect her “pleasure parts,” as she called them. But for the past two nights, I was a witness that she was as orgasmic as she’d ever been. Meanwhile, Donna was raking her crotch up and down T’s mouth, and I looked up just as T took the hand she’d been using on her clit and stuck her middle finger deep into Donna’s ass. “Well, that’s an interesting turn of events,” I thought to myself. T was not a fan of anal play on herself, although she occasionally enjoyed it when I moistened my index finger and rimmed her butthole while simultaneously circling her clit with my tongue. She calls it “the double roundabout.” This was the first time I’d seen her finger-fuck another woman in the ass, although she’s never been shy about pounding a girlfriend’s other hole with her fingers. It didn’t take long for me to get T bucking and moaning, and I stayed with it until she exploded into a thigh-quivering orgasm.

After lifting myself up to catch a breath, I decided not to continue with more cunnilingus but instead mounted T, shoving my cock into her ultra-moist pussy. She made a half-hearted effort to push me away, but my 225 pounds was no match for her 140, so I stayed put. With Donna’s firm ass staring me in the face – she hadn’t dismounted from T’s face, despite already having had at least one orgasm – I balanced precariously on top of T and used my hands to grip Donna’s buttocks and spread them apart. Seconds later, she had the experience of two tongues on her, with one at each hole.

T mumbled something, with Donna apparently understanding her query, because she replied, “He’s got his tongue in my ass.” I sure did! But while focusing my attention on the shapely tush in front of me, I’d stopped fucking T and simply left my cock motionless, albeit balls-deep in her pussy. She seemed miffed by this lack of attention, because she responded by wrapping her legs around my thighs and humping up against me, fighting to attain yet another orgasm. Donna came with a grunt and a shudder, moaned, “Ohhhh, gawd!” and rolled off T’s face to collapse on the far side of the bed. Unfortunately, her unexpected dismount caused her knee to smack against the side of my head, and I think I might have lost consciousness for a few seconds. When I regained my senses, I’d rolled off T, having ended up on the same side of the bed where Donna had landed.

“Are you OK?” Donna asked, with concern in her voice. “Did I hurt you?” I pressed my hand to the spot where her knee had made contact with my skull. “No blood, no foul, I guess,” was my flippant reply, which was enough to elicit a hearty laugh from both women. It seemed like a good time to take a break, so I slid down to lie across the bottom edge of the mattress and laid my head on my outstretched arm. T said, “I think we could all use a drink,” and for once, I agreed that was a good idea. She climbed off the bed and slipped quickly into the kitchen, where we could hear her cursing because she couldn’t immediately find a corkscrew. I was torn between remaining in the bedroom and watching Donna play with her clit, which she was doing absent-mindedly, and following T into the kitchen to lend a hand with the wine. With the cry, “Zac – come here. I need you,” the decision was made for me.

I found T leaning back against the sink, the wine bottle in one hand and a fairly elaborate corkscrew device in the other. “I think I’m too high to figure this out,” she admitted, so I relieved her of both items and managed to extract the cork without damaging my hand, or my male ego. T looked absolutely delicious, nude with her pale pink nipples at full attention, her flushed skin accentuating the freckles on her chest, her red triangle down below curly and enticing, and the tang of pussy juice in the air. We stood there, wordlessly, for a few seconds – each checking out the other person’s body – until she reached out and wrapped her hand around my semi-tumescent cock. Then, she uttered a sentence any red-blooded male would love to hear in that situation: “I want to watch you fuck Donna, and then I’ll clean you both up.”

She and I have performed this act before, but the last time was pre-COVID. Back in 2019, while spending a fuck-filled four-day weekend in a St. Paul Airbnb, she’d picked up a waitress at the neighborhood pastry shop. We’d gone there for breakfast two days in a row, where during each visit T got more and more flirty with the young woman behind the counter. On Day Three, after telling me to pay the bill and then scram, she somehow talked Simone into coming over to our place once her shift ended at noon. Awaiting her arrival, T told me Simone was only interested in girl-on-girl sex, which was OK with me. And true to her word, Simone showed up on time, stripped off her clothes, and dove into T’s pussy as if she hadn’t had sex in months – which turned out to be the case. I sat on the sidelines, stroking and watching, as they both worked each other into multiple orgasmic frenzies. Taking a break, T said to Simone, “I’m thinking about sucking Zac’s cock, because I love the taste of his cum, but I’d like it even better if it came dripping out of your pussy.” Simone seemed more than a bit skeptical, until T told her that I’d do her doggy-style so she didn’t have to see me fucking her, and that I’d do my best to ejaculate quickly. Given the stroke job I’d been doing on myself the previous 30 minutes, that last part wasn’t going to be a problem. Simone agreed, somewhat reluctantly, and I took her from behind – a deliciously tight 22-year-old pussy that needed only half a dozen pumps to get blasted. T fulfilled her part of the bargain and even managed to make Simone orgasm one last time as my man-jizz ended up all over T’s face and then down her throat.

On this evening, however, there was no reluctant acceptance on Donna’s part. I carried three full wine glasses into the bedroom, distributed them accordingly, and then T announced the next stage in our hours-long fuck-fest. As soon as T explained what she wanted us to do, Donna and I looked at each other and asked, nearly simultaneously, “How do you want me?” That got all three of us laughing, but T had her own idea. “Do her missionary, Zac, so the cum won’t leak out before I gobble it up.” Thankfully I wasn’t drinking from my wineglass at that moment, because I would have probably done a spit-take onto her lovely striped cotton sheets. Instead, I drained the last of the liquid and handed my glass to T, who set it down on the nightstand closest to the bedroom door. Then I dove forward to shove my face into Donna’s crotch.

I’d caught her by surprise, but she didn’t voice a single objection, instead sliding her butt forward so she could lie flat on the bed. I tongued her slit for a minute or two – she tasted really good – and then hopped up onto my knees and guided my dick into her pussy hole. Donna reached up and pushed against my shoulders. I thought she was doing that to get me off her, but she only wanted to create enough room to pull her knees up and press them against my chest. This was actually a very effective fucking position for me, because her legs acted as a sort of spring against which I could thrust and retract. She supplied at least half of the motion, and I was able to hang onto her knees for leverage instead of having to use my arms to bear the weight of my body.

We built up a good rhythm, with lots of heavy breathing on both our parts. Meanwhile, T was sitting cross-legged on her side of the bed, finger-fucking herself with an in-and-out motion that matched my own pussy pounding. Just as T said to Donna, “Don’t be surprised, but he sometimes takes a while to come,” I froze on the downstroke as my cock pumped three or four streams of cum deep into Donna’s pussy. All she said was, “Done?” and when I could only nod my head, she used her legs to push me off her while holding her ass up off the bed. T swooped in and dove for the gusto, first licking up the drops of cum that had dripped off my cock as I withdrew, and then using her fingers to dig deep for the rest of the load.

I managed to stand up at the foot of the bed, knees sagging a bit against the edge of the mattress to maintain my balance. T was really slurping up what I’d left for her, and I jacked my dick a bit as I watched. Having completed her task on Donna, T spun around and licked me clean. “Fuck, that was fun!” she exclaimed, and then guzzled down the rest of the wine in her glass.

We’d easily passed the three-hour mark, and I was exhausted. The ladies climbed off the bed and headed to the bathroom, while I flopped down onto the mattress with the aim of slipping off to dreamland. T had other ideas, however. “Hey,” she called out, which awakened me from my near-slumber. “Donna’s staying over, so you’ll have to camp out on the couch.” I began to object, but my argument fell on deaf ears. “There’s just no room, Zac. Sorry. You’ll find an extra pillow and a blanket in the room where my clothes are.” I passed Donna on my way down the hall, pillow and blanket in hand. She’d stopped off in the kitchen for a glass of water and patted me on the ass while I was setting things up on the couch. I straightened up and gave her a kiss on the cheek, but she put her hand gently on the side of my face – coincidentally, the same side where she’d kneed me earlier – and gave me a deep kiss on the lips. “I’ll see you in the morning, OK?” she whispered. I thanked her for an amazingly fun time, which got a shy smile from her before she returned to the bedroom and closed the door.

I’m sure I fell asleep within minutes of stretching out on the couch. At six-foot-zero, I had just enough room to lie on my side (my preferred sleeping position) with my knees slightly bent. Even so, my head was pressed against one arm of the couch, and my feet rested up against the other one. Many hours later – I had no idea of the time, since the windows were blocked and my iPhone was in the other room – I was awakened by something stroking my lower leg. Forgetting where I was for a moment, I imagined it was my cat, Jemima, since she rubs up against me every morning as if to say, “Hey, human. It’s time for my breakfast.” So, when I opened my eyes to see Donna perched on the edge of the couch, as naked as she’d been the night before, I regained full consciousness damned quickly.
She put her finger to her lips and motioned for me to slide over. As skinny as she was, there was still hardly any room to accommodate her lying next to me, so she ended up mostly on top, one knee between my legs, her well-trimmed crotch pressed against my hip, her breasts against my chest, and her mouth a mere inch from mine. “I know T isn’t into morning sex,” Donna said in a very low voice, “but I hear you’re quite the fan, right?” I agreed and lifted my head up so I could give her a good-morning kiss. She slipped her tongue into my mouth while reaching down and wrapping her fingers around my rapidly rising cock. “Mmm, morning wood is the best wood, don’t you agree?” she teased. She squeezed me gently, and we continued to make out as she ground her pussy against my hip bone. Once she determined I was sufficiently erect, Donna threw her leg across my body and straddled me effortlessly. “You were on top last night, so now it’s my turn,” she said. Before I could object – not that it even occurred to me to do so – she had my cock all the way inside her pussy and was rocking back and forth on it with gusto. I reached up and tugged on her small nipples, which were like rock-hard cherries, and she worked her way into two very quick and enthusiastic orgasms.
Donna climbed off after her second orgasm but recognized I hadn’t had one. She teased me a bit with her tongue on the very tip of my cock, pushing my hands away as I tried (unsuccessfully) to engage her mouth more fully. “Be a good boy and put your hands behind your head,” she instructed, “or else I’ll leave you to take matters into your own hands.” At my age, I wasn’t sure how much cum I could muster, given the prodigious amount I’d pumped into her pussy just six or seven hours earlier, but any blow job was better than no blow job. [I think I read that saying needlepointed on a pillow, once.] Donna continued to tease my twitching cock, using only her tongue and resting her hands on either side of my body for balance. She must have toyed with me like this for 10 or 15 minutes before finally relenting and taking my dick all the way into her mouth. Her tongue action continued to be amazing as she bobbed her head up and down only slightly. Still, it was enough of a turn-on for me that I managed to ooze out a bit of cum as I orgasmed. Donna gave me a pretty smile, climbed off the couch, and said she was heading to the shower. “You could probably use one, too,” she insisted, so I joined her under a thin stream of warm water and soaped up her body as she returned the favor. We didn’t get into anything more sexual, but I truly enjoyed the mutual contact.

T climbed out of her bedroom about an hour later, already dressed for the day in a t-shirt and yoga pants. Donna and I were sitting on the couch, a respectable distance away from each other, as we watched a local TV news show. T greeted each of us with a kiss and then went into the kitchen to brew herself a cup of tea. Upon her return, she squeezed in between us and stretched out her legs so her feet rested on the coffee table. Looking at each of us in turn, she asked, “So, did you two have a nice morning fuck?” Before either of us could answer, though, she leaned over and kissed Donna on the mouth. “Thanks for taking one for the team,” she giggled. “You know I’m not into pre-noon dick.” I shot back, “I guess I'll set my alarm for 12:05 then.” T stuck out her tongue at me and said, “You’re leaving for St. Paul as soon as you get packed, and Donna will help me with my clothing once you leave.”

After that comeback, I had nothing more to say, so I placed my pjs and my shaving kit into my suitcase and headed for the door. T forestalled me as I passed through the kitchen and wrapped her arms around me in a sensuous hug. “I’ll see you on Friday, lover,” she breathed into my ear, and moments later I was in my car. My final, fleeting thought as I drove down Broadway toward the highway was, “Well, I think my tongue AND my cock can use the three-day break.”

Went out Saturday night to the local bar, that plays pretty good club music, to have a few drinks with the wife. She wore a new dress and heels, she looked amazing, no bra. We were sitting there talking and checking out the other people. After about 3 drinks she started getting a good buzz. She went to the bathroom, came back and handed me her panties. I looked at her and said "You must be feeling pretty good", she just looked back and smiled. She was standing facing me, ordered another drink, and placed her leg over mine. I slid my hand up her skirt, and started rubbing her pussy right at the bar. She moving like she's dancing to the music, but actually sliding up and down on my fingers. She eventually sat down, and ordered another drink. We continued to talking til she finished and left.

Now she is all horned up and ready for fun. I call my buddy, our go to FWB, to see if he's up for some "Company". He was not in the area, so that was out, so I asked what she wants to do. She replied with my favorite answer, "whatever you want to do". I decided nows my chance, I go to the store, get some condoms, and tell her we're going to the ABS down the road. She said ok, and away we went.

We get to the ABS, walk in, and head right for the booth with the gloryhole. As we walk back, I can see a line of guys forming for a chance at my wife. We get in the booth, and not 5 seconds later, here comes her first cock through the hole. She strokes the guy, to get him hard, and puts on the condom. For her first time, she only jerked the guy off, til he came in the condom. I could see the guy fill the condom with cum. My dick was hard as a rock by now, so I had her blow me while we waited for her next cock to come. I didn't take long before a black guy stuck his dick in the hole. She tried getting him hard, but he just couldn't get it going, and he backed out. I continued fucking her standing there, with her leg up on the bench, inside the booth. As we were banging we noticed a woman looking thru the hole, trying to direct us on what to to. I tried spreading my wife's legs and ass, so she could see my dick thrusting in and out of her pussy. This went on until another guy put his cock thru. When he did, my wife repeated the process and stroked him til he was hard. He got hard pretty fast, pulled back, and reentered wearing a condom. She was already wet from me fucking her. So I asked her if she wanted to fuck this one, she said yes and turned around. She backed up and slid his cock right in, letting him fuck her while she sucked my cock. I couldn't believe I was double teaming my wife with a stranger,. I was one of the hottest things I've done with her ever. She fucked and sucked us for about ten minutes before he came and pulled out. We decided that that was enough fun for her first time there and left.

I have to bitch about fat chicks! I thought fat people were supposed to be jolly? One would imagine that a hefty individual might make an attempt to overcome their physical shortcomings by exercising a more cheerful personality. Not these trifling hoes....

Out at a local club last night with a couple of dudes, watchin' the Ravens lose. Not lookin' for anything but an Orange Crush and a jerked -chicken quesadilla. As the night rolls on, the DJ, in typical fashion, begins to ramp up the energy in the room. The ladies start dancing, the fellas start watching. My buddies and I are enjoying our pub grub. Things are good.

A herd of linebackers migrates to the dance floor, not far from where my crew was stationed at the bar. They're drunk, and they are ready to grind. There's the cute (but fat) one, the tall one, the thick one (looked like she preferred the vag), the shy (but fat) one and the one we nicknamed "Goliath". Goliath looks like she ran security for the rest of them... bout 6'5", 300+ lbs.

The Ravens lose and the next game comes on. No one in my group cares for either of the teams now playing, so we turn our attention to the dance floor to scope out the talent. Being the nice guy that I am, I strike up a friendly chat with the "shy" one. She's cool, easy enough to talk to. She wants to be a cop, and I can relate to that. We talk for a good ten minutes or so before I notice the "cute" one has maneuvered herself into a tactical grinding position against my left leg.

Now, I'm not much of a dancer, but I don't have the heart to say no to a women who has concluded that, after scanning the room (I picture the Terminator scanning his surroundings, data popping up on the screen and whatnot), my sweet ass is the one for her. So I go with it. Fuck it.

It's quickly apparent that this bitch is the drunkest of her posse. Her dance moves tease of the possibility of a rouge titty popping out, but it never happens, which is ok, because remember, she's fat. She's stumbling and mumbling and it looks like she's not making it out of the club with her dinner still inside of her belly. My buddies see what's going on and I can hear the fat jokes in their heads as they laugh and point.

My buddy walks up and hands me a cranberry and vodka. "Thanks brotha!" I take one sip before the sloppy drunk pile snatches it out of my hand (spilling a good portion of it) and within seconds the whole thing is gone. Oh well, at least I didn't pay for that drink, but this trifling hoe is getting to be obnoxious. I'm thinking that it's getting late, so the lights should be coming on any moment now.

WHAM! Drunky takes a mid-dance nap and hits the ground hard. I try to catch her arm before she makes contact, but the cellulite makes for a terrible handgrip, not that I could support her mass anyway, so she's down and dirty and the nasty bar floor. Her friend, the thick one, moves in to run a recovery mission, but she's not man enough to move her fat ass, so she calls for reinforcements.

Enter Goliath. Easily strong enough to pick all of her friends in one arm and a plate of cheesy fries in the other, Goliath scoops up her fallen comrade and turns her attention to me.

"What the fuck did you put in her drink?" Keep in mind, chubs stole MY drink.

Last call. Lights on. The thick one and the tall one help stabilize the cute one as they all make their way to the front door. I can see them starring me down, as if to accuse me of a wrong doing. The shy one has disappeared, probably pulling up the car (20 bux says all 1200 pounds of these bitches pile into a single 2-door Honda Civic.) Goliath is yelling something at me, but I'm not listening, I'm trying to remember if the bar has my card or not. They do. Better settle up. Fuck this huge bitch.

My crew and I pay our tabs and make our way out the door into the parking lot. WIN! There before us was a shiny black Honda Civic with 4 pissed off whales and one drunk manatee on the ground outside the passenger door. The front passenger seat, the center console and part of the dash was covered in cranberry colored vomit. Ha! I knew it!

The bison see us exit the building and the cussing begins. They really thought that I drugged this bitch. I mean, think about it, if was gonna spend my hard earned money on some sweet roofies, wouldn't I pick a victim that I could get into bed without the aid of a forklift? I don't even own a forklift. Fuck. I'ma punch these hoes in their Adam's Apples.

Goliath runs to grab a nearby security man. I hear her screaming to call the cops while she points her sausage man-fingers at me, and I see the security guy grab his radio. Time to get the fuck out of Dodge!

We jump into my buddy's Camry and squeal wheels out of there. As we drive off I look back to see a collective single-finger salute, to which I return fire, all the while maintaining a big smile on my face. Bye bye fatties.

i found out from multiple people that my ex before i met her was at a party when she was 18 and got walked home by a white kid and a black kid. on their way to her house they took this trail that runs behind this gas station and both kids tagged teamed her in the woods and when they were done with her took her close so she had to go the rest of the way home naked. Even the guy that works at the gas station said she was screaming, crying and running threw the woods naked. she was a freak

i confess i will never fuck a white guy ever again...friday night at a party i hooked up my first black guy. he's a senior and plays on the football team, he's so gorgeous. it was so fuckin good i came within seconds of his big dick pushing inside of me...i have only fucked like 5 other times all were white kids 3 were sophomores like me and 2 freshman last summer. he came over my house today while my parents were out and we fucked all afternoon i came so hard. i never knew i could orgasm like this. i tried to give him a BJ but i could barely fit his dick in my mouth it's so wide my jaw hurt after a few seconds...but he was so nice about it and said it was cool if we just fuck...any advice on how i can stretch my mouth so i can be a good GF and suck him off

One time I lived in this apartment building that backed up to some woods. At night I would walk along the ground floor apartments at the back of the building and peek through the bedroom windows. I saw a lot of nudity and some great sex. Mostly couples in their 20's and 30's.

But there was one apartment that had a couple and their OLD daughter who was sexy as hell. I looked through her window for weeks on end but never saw her naked. She always went to the bathroom to change and it was frustrating the hell out of me. The parents would go out on Friday and Saturday nights quite often and leave her home alone.

One Saturday I was behind their apartment around 10pm looking for her and it turned out no one was home. So I got an idea. I had a bunch of porn dvd's so I picked one out that had some great fuck scenes of big dicked black guys triple teaming some slut. I left the dvd on the sidewalk close to their door but just far enough away that it wasn't too obvious. Then I watched from my apartment and around 11pm she got dropped off by some friends. As she was walking to her door she saw the dvd and picked it up. She stood there looking at it for a few minutes, looked around, then took it inside with her.

I quickly left my apartment and made my way down behind her place. She was sitting on the floor right in front of the tv and already had the dvd playing. She fast forwarded through the beginning until the action started getting pretty intense. Then she watched it for a long time and I could see her hand moving between her legs. There was one scene where the girl was on her back taking turns sucking two big black cocks while the third guy was fucking her and then took his cock out and started rubbing it on the girls asshole. Just as he started pushing it into the sluts ass she paused the dvd and hit rewind for a few minutes. Then she got up and took her pants off and sat on the arm of a chair and hit play. As the scene progressed she was rubbing her pussy back and forth on the arm of the chair and reaching under her shirt to her tits. She watched the scene several times over and then got up and slipped her panties off. I finally got to see her bare pussy and it was beautiful!! Then she left the room and re-appeared a few minutes later with a towel that she put over the arm of the chair. She started the same scene over again (I guess she liked ass fucking! lol) and this time she had one hand in front fingering her pussy and the other hand in back fingering her ass. This went on for about 5 minutes until she had a huge orgasm that just about threw her off the chair.

Then she was back on the floor but this time laying on her stomach with her legs spread. I could see perfectly up her ass and pussy. She put a hand under her and i watched her finger herself to another orgasm. Then she turned it off and went to shower.

After that night I watched her probably a hundred times watching that dvd when her parents were out. Saw her fuck herself with a hairbrush and candles many times. it was a sad day when they moved away.

I've worked with a married woman for 5 years and we joke around that she's my work wife and I'm her work husband. She's Korean and her husband is caucasian. she's about 5'6 and he's maybe 5'7 and I'm 6'3. I can tell she runs the show at their house although he tries to make it look like he's the man when they're out. Whenever I'm around them in a social setting, he's always giving me the eye like he suspects something. More than once I've mentioned to her I don't want to be a problem and she constantly reminds me "he's just like that" or "he doesn't mean anything."

Last summer we were all playing in a charity golf event for our company and my 4th bailed last minute so she asked her husband to play. The guy is a hack, maybe a 20 handicap but I was counting on him to make a few putts and nothing more. They show up and she tells the kid to put her bag on my cart and her husband had this funny look on his face like wtf. She told him he could ride with the other guy because he enjoyed fishing and they would have lots to talk about. Btw, she wore a short black golf skirt and white top and was looking pretty good.

After a couple of holes her husband was getting frustrated trying to keep up with my buddy and I and my buddy told him just have fun and play golf and not try so hard. We golf a 2-3 times a week hence the low handicaps. After 5 holes we were 4 under and this guys wife made a couple clutch putts for us and was hugging us and doing fist bumps and having a great time. I could sense her husband was getting pissed and I asked her if he was good riding in the other cart and she told me, "fuck him, he always gets mad when I play better than him." I thought if I gave the guy a few tips it might help his game and make the round more enjoyable but I was way wrong. At the turn he started drinking and was hardly talking to anyone and his wife told him right in front of us, why dont you listen to these guys and take their advice? It got weird on #10 when it was his turn to tee off and he passed and said I'm not pros like you two.

I could tell she was not happy and I said, lets have fun and focus on winning. She gave my hand a squeeze and said thanks for understanding. She later confided he's intimidated by me. On the back 9 the three of us were having a great time, we started drinking to keep it light and she starts with the innuendos. On one of the holes I said I'm going with the big stick and she fired back, "you're going with your big dick? Everyone except her husband thought it was funny and she was giving it right back. She was tending the pin on a hole and as my buddy was ready to putt she said, look at the hole not my tits. Her husband was fuming and when we got in the cart she was like let him be an asshole Im here to win. She kept it up the rest of the round and was asking me if I needed my balls cleaned and then when they pulled up she asked my buddy if he needed his balls cleaned as well. Then she looked at her husband and said you can wash your own balls. I was really enjoying the way she was punishing him for being a dick in a team event She got more and more flirty and her husband just sat there and didnt say a word.

The last three holes we got held up and had to wait so while we were waiting she took her shoes off and said her feet hurt from the new shoes. She put her leg up on my lap and asked if I would rub her feet. I looked at her like are you sure this is ok and she said let him watch he won't do shit. I started rubbing her feet and she made sure he heard how good it felt. He started looking at his phone trying to ignore her but I knew it was burning him up inside. She took it a step further and asked if I would rub her calves as well. This was the first time I had touched her other than hugging and I was getting a little hard. I kept glancing over at the cart next to us and her husband would look and then stare straight ahead.My buddy sent me a text and said he couldn't believe this guy was just sitting there while you rubbed her legs. She leaned over to read the text and laughed and then I replied, I just took her panties off and she laughed out loud which made her husband look over.

We ended up going low and winning the tourney and after the dinner when we were saying goodbye she gave my buddy a long hug and a kiss on the cheek and said she had the best time and we would have to keep the same team for next year and then said well almost the same team. Her husband was sitting in they're car and was like lets go already. She gave me a quick kiss on the lips and said see you at work Monday. I'm sure they had a interesting conversation on the way home. My buddy said he was wondering how far you two would take it to piss her husband off and I told him as far as she wanted. On Monday I asked her how the ride home went and she said he briefly mentioned it and said next time he'd stay home. Since then we go out of our way to humiliate her husband whenever we get together. I have some great confessions from when I had a pool party and when we were out on my boat. Thanks for listening

Fantasy Alert: I am a male and i am working out at the gym. I have been there for about an hour or so. Today was my cardio day. After I was done i had sweat all over me . I was soaked. I am 6'2 about 180lbs. I go into the locker room and open my locker. I get undressed and wrap a towel around me. I walk over to the shower. I pull back the curtain and turn the water on. After about a minute of getting warmed up i get in. The shower curtain didnt shut all the way. I wasnt paying attention. I was washing my hair when i noticed a draft. A guy walks into my shower. He reaches around and grabs my cock. I feel his cock against my ass getting harder. I continue washing my hair not paying attention to the guy that is in my shower feeling me up. I feel his hand go to my ass. He starts to touch my asshole with his fingertip. He slowly pushes his finger in little by little. Pushing in and pulling out. He starts to finger fuck me. He spits on his finger and gets it lubed up. He adds another finger and then another. He has three fingers inside of my asshole fucking me. He pulls his fingers out and places his cock head to my asshole. He slides his cock inch by inch till he is balls deep.He cock is about 7 inches long I have my hand against the wall slightly bending over so he can have full access to my ass. He is fucking me hard not pounding away. He is about to cum. He pulls his cock out and and jacks his cock over my ass and cums all over my back. He gets out of the shower and closes the curtain. I heard a hard slap noise. I start to wash off my back getting rid of all the cum. THe curtain opens again. Another guy comes into the shower. I guess the loud slap was the guy high fiveing another guy like a tag team. He is in now...lol. He grabs my ass and pulls it to his cock. He sticks his cock in and start going to town. He fucks me harder then the first guy. His dick has got to be at least 9 inches. I think he is also black. He fucking faster and faster he grabs my hips and trust one good time and holds it. I think he is cumming inside me. He stays there for about a minutes. He pulls out and leaves. I reach behind to my asshole and it is leaking cum. I stick my finger inside and get all of it out washing my asshole.

THat was the best day ever. I have gone back to that gym everyday since and i have been fucked at least 3 times a week.