Exhibitionism has never really been something my wife and I have been interested in. Yes, we like to write about our sexual experiences, but to me that's something entirely different than setting up a webcam in your bedroom or fooling around in a public place. Not that there's anything wrong with those things I just mentioned, it's just not for us. nnThe same thing holds true for threesomes. We actually discussed our thoughts on bringing another person into the relationship fairly early on. We were both of the mind, and we still are, that introducing a new person into our marriage is not something we wanted to do. Again, it might work for some, and I'm certainly not criticizing, it's just not for us. nnWith all that in mind, about two months ago we had an experience that certainly crossed our threshold on the exhibitionism front and almost crossed it on the threesome front. In fact, some may say it did, but I'll let you be the judge. nnMy wife and I moved to our present location from the great state of Georgia, where we lived for right around eight years. We made some great friends there and were sad to have to move away two years ago. We, but especially my wife, has stayed in touch with most of them, especially her best friend Tina. Back in July, my wife and Tina set up a time for Tina to come up to our home to spend a week with us. They're both schoolteachers, so they have the summers off. nnTina arrived on Thursday night and she and my wife spent all day Friday touring around our area seeing the sites. Saturday we decided to have a cookout and just hang out by the pool. The weather was perfect and late Saturday afternoon we fired up the grill and cooked up some hamburgers and hotdogs. After supper, we changed into our swimsuits and floated around in the delightfully warm water of the pool. My wife looked extremely hot in her new pink bikini and I began to get hard just looking at her sweet ass when she bent over to pick something up. All I could think about was sliding my cock between those delicious thighs later that night.
Nadine waited for her husband to clear the house before rising unable to face him or anyone else. Fortunately he slept in the spare room too cautious to wake her and slunk out early this morning for a round of golf. nnShe was lingering over a cup of coffee wondering if it would be wiser to give him a hard time over being left with the neighbours daughter or keep silent, as she would rather forget the whole sordid episode, but he would expect her to say something. Again she thought silence might just work or was it wishful thinking for she didn't trust herself to be able to carry on a convincing argument when she felt so guilty. nnThere was a knock at the back door. "Come in its open." She shouted. "Damn!" She thought he's forgotten something. She felt safer with her back to the door so he wouldn't see the guilty expression still writ large upon her face and she still needed more time alone to get her thoughts back together after last night's ordeal.nn"Hello Mrs Brandon. How are you this morning?" nn"Shit!" She thought. The coffee cup rattled the table as it almost fell from her grip. The unmistakable voice of the baby sitters boyfriend shook what little stability had been pulled together.nn"I'm not so good. Can you come back later?" She said, not daring to turn to face him, she just sat staring down into the black coffee. nn"I've got this for you.
The waves rippled in the sand on the other side of the wall from the bench. There is no motion as I stare out across the light reflecting across the bay. Except the light rippling noise, all appears still and quiet. There was nothing to the left or to the right of the bench. Sitting quietly on a Sunday evening and wishing that I could be your only dream.nnWeeks had passed since the last vivid dream of Anita. It felt so real and yet felt so distant. Here I sit on this bench again and relive the thoughts. It is a bit strange this feeling within, much like the feeling on one's tongue after licking a battery. I foolishly did that as a kid. If you haven't done that, don't bother it isn't all that good. nnMonths had gone by since the first meeting with Anita. There have been friendships and feelings, but none like that exchanged between us in that brief moment of time. Memories of licking Anita to floods of pleasure much like the shining ocean crashing before me now. nnThe weather had been very warm the past week and it was about to change quickly. A typical band of thunderstorms were forecasted for this evening that would change the temperature significantly in the next few hours. I lay down on the bench and looked up at the sky and saw the stars above. A few planes circled on the way to the airport further down the coast. I closed my eyes.nnI naturally drifted off to sleep.
Be sure to read Chapter 1 to pick up the flow.nn*nnWhen Heather reached her room, Gina was in the shower as well as Celeste in hers.nnJenna saw Heather and hollered, "Where have you been? We have searched the whole place. We are planning to walk up the street for a bite and then back here to dance and hangout. I am glad that you showed up."nn"Did you think of checking in the sauna or health club? They give awesome massages here."nn"No, did not know that they do that here Heather. Wow you are a ton of information."nn"Try it some time Jenna."nn"I will Heather can we share a room. I have never experienced a massage."nn"Sure Jenna any time."nnGina was out of the shower so Heather took her shower. They all went to dinner and talked about the day but Heather was not going to share anything of her new toy.nnThey walked back to the lounge and found a table large enough to hold eight people expecting the guys to show up eventually.nnGina and Heather ordered soft drink, Celeste ordered a frozen Margarita and Jenna ordering a strawberry Daiquiri. While they were waiting for the drinks, Celeste and Jenna headed to the ladies room. nnHeather was scanning the crowd and noticed a number of ladies and guys from the seminar.
Another true story. The prequel to Mac's Birthday. nnIt had been a few months since Darlene and I had gone out together. We always enjoyed shopping, or going to the beach, having lunch. You know, girl things. She left a message on my machine wondering what I was doing Friday and if I was in the mood to go shopping. Well, I quickly returned her call and set our plans for a day of paling around the mall. She wanted to get "something special, something sexy." How could I resist.nnDarlene is a year younger than me. She stands about five foot six inches tall, with shoulder length, wavy blonde hair. Her real 36C breasts are capped by pert nipples that almost always seem to be hard, there is not a single tan line on this woman and she's a natural blonde. She really keeps herself in shape.nnFriday arrived and I was rather excited. I hadn't seen Darlene in a while and she'd been a star in more than a few finger sessions of mine from time to time, though we'd never actually had sex. As with all of my friends, she knew very well of my sexual preferences. I'm very happily bisexual, leaning more to the lesbian side. nnDarlene showed up at my house just before 9:00. I wasn't quite ready when she arrived, I still hadn't figured out what to wear on this shopping spree. This is very important, you know.
The smell of coffee, fresh toast and music from the radio filled the air. It was morning and the bright rays of the sun shone onto the kitchen table. Just as the mist had lifted from the streets outside Katie slowly came to realise what had happened. The whole incident still felt unreal to her. She sat now at the table, a mug of steaming coffee in front of her and stared dead into its black content. Her husband was dressed in his usual suit he wore to his office and prepared some eggs on the stove. nnIt was a small kitchen in a small house. They didn't have had much money when they got married right after graduating from college. It was one nightmare for her. The baby, the house, the marriage and the life as a mother and housewife; it wasn't something she had planned for. nnHer now 4 year old daughter came screaming into the kitchen. The bacon and eggs sizzled, the music had given way to news, her husband was shouting and Katie just sat and continued to stare into her mug. nnThe white linoleum floor was covered with spots marking each one of her cooking experiments and the rampage her little kid caused from time to time. Crayon marks were all over the wall, bills and other paper work lay spread out on the small table that was set at the one end of the kitchen.nn"Katie?" her husband called her. But she didn't react. nnHer daughter pulled at her faded blue bathrobe.nn"Mommy! Pancooks??ŠPancooks.
Exhibitionism has never really been something my wife and I have been interested in. Yes, we like to write about our sexual experiences, but to me that's something entirely different than setting up a webcam in your bedroom or fooling around in a public place. Not that there's anything wrong with those things I just mentioned, it's just not for us. nnThe same thing holds true for threesomes. We actually discussed our thoughts on bringing another person into the relationship fairly early on. We were both of the mind, and we still are, that introducing a new person into our marriage is not something we wanted to do. Again, it might work for some, and I'm certainly not criticizing, it's just not for us. nnWith all that in mind, about two months ago we had an experience that certainly crossed our threshold on the exhibitionism front and almost crossed it on the threesome front. In fact, some may say it did, but I'll let you be the judge. nnMy wife and I moved to our present location from the great state of Georgia, where we lived for right around eight years. We made some great friends there and were sad to have to move away two years ago. We, but especially my wife, has stayed in touch with most of them, especially her best friend Tina. Back in July, my wife and Tina set up a time for Tina to come up to our home to spend a week with us. They're both schoolteachers, so they have the summers off. nnTina arrived on Thursday night and she and my wife spent all day Friday touring around our area seeing the sites. Saturday we decided to have a cookout and just hang out by the pool. The weather was perfect and late Saturday afternoon we fired up the grill and cooked up some hamburgers and hotdogs. After supper, we changed into our swimsuits and floated around in the delightfully warm water of the pool. My wife looked extremely hot in her new pink bikini and I began to get hard just looking at her sweet ass when she bent over to pick something up. All I could think about was sliding my cock between those delicious thighs later that night.
My continuing lust for older women began many years ago, when I was just 18.nnIn those days the sexual revolution as we now know it had not yet happened. My story begins with me having a Sunday morning job collecting weekly draw money from around a hundred houses, and to distribute any prizes won the previous week by my regulars.nnMy area was very large, so I always started at the furthest point and worked my way back towards home, so that I was always finished in time for any sport scheduled for the afternoon. nnThe last house on my round was owned by a married couple in their early forties - he was very strange: about 6' 4", very thin, never smiled and always wore black suits - I nicknamed him "The Undertaker". His wife, Shirley, on the other hand was around 5ft 8", with an enormously well-filled blouse, a slightly large rear and evidence of an expanding waist line. As she always dressed smartly, and always had a huge grin on her face, the overall effect was a definite turn on for any male, let alone a rampant but virginal teenager. nnDuring the first few months of calling at this house a routine evolved: if he answered the door he would simply hand me the correct money, take the weekly newsletter from me, then simply shut the door. If she answered, she would smile brightly, ask me how I was, conduct the transfer of money and newssheet, then say goodbye sweetly before closing the door.nnHowever, this all changed one Sunday when she asked me in for a cup of something. On entering she said that she knew her husband and I did not like each other (news to me - I just thought he was strange) but not to worry as he was out for the day with their children - a family commitment that looked like being repeated often in the future.nnAfter having a drink and answering a few questions about myself, where I lived, etc., I left.nnThis routine continued for a few weeks to the point where I began to look forward to her being on her own so we could spend some time chatting, and also allowing me the time to reinforce the fantasies I was developing about her.nnThen for about 4 weeks, to my intense disappointment, every time I knocked on her door "The Undertaker" answered. nnAfter what seemed an eternity I knocked on the door one Sunday, and there she was - bright, bouncy and looking every bit as lovely as my fantasies had conjured up. She invited me in for a drink, telling me that she had been in hospital for an operation.nnAfter sitting me down and getting us both a cold drink we chatted about nothing in particular for a while. She then asked me if I was in a hurry as she had something she wanted to show me. After saying that I had at least 90 minutes she said, "Wait there, I'll go and get it".
