It had been a long week. Work had been mentally draining and I was glad to be heading home. After a three-day jury trial, three depositions and four new cases to absorb, I was ready for a cold beer and sole possession of the remote control. But as I sped through the dark, rain-slicked streets, Mia was hatching other plans. Stepping onto the cool marble tile of the foyer, I found my wife waiting for me wearing a tiny black cocktail dress, black seamed stockings and high-heeled fuck-me pumps. In her right hand she held a glass of red wine, and in her left a studded leather dog collar dangled from a length of chain. I froze in my tracks when I saw her there, especially since I'd just noticed the glint in her eyes. "Welcome home, Patrick," she purred menacingly, swinging the collar on its leash. She sat her wineglass on the hunt board, stepped forward and buckled the collar around my neck. I didn't resist. Then she pulled my face to hers and kissed me. Mia led me into the library and perched her lovely ass on the edge of the desk, her legs slightly parted. The room glowed in the warm light of a dozen candles. Oh yes, she had other plans, all right. "Get down on your knees like a good little slave," she ordered, a stern look in her deep brown eyes. I did as she commanded, having been well trained. "I've been dominating you for a while now," Mia continued as she paced the length of the room, "and you've always been very obedient. Still, I feel like you've been neglecting some of my needs, so I've decided that it's time we take it up a notch. Do you agree?" - JOIN NOW FOR MORE STORIES LIKE THIS! -

WHEN OPPORTUNITY CAME KNOCKING, HE WAS WAITING AT HIS WIFE'S BACKDOOR -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sexy asses have always been a thing of mine, but my wife, Stacy, had been a little hesitant about anal sex when I first brought it up. Even still, something about it really appealed to her, so she told me she'd give it a try. Even though I was dying to jump right in I started things off slowly. I wanted her to get used to the feel of having something in her ass, something small, before introducing my relatively large cock to that virgin orifice. We began with some basic foreplay, softly kissing and caressing one another so that she'd be relaxed and also turned on. When I felt that it was time, I grabbed a bottle of Astroglide from the nightstand. Lubing her up, I carefully slipped first one finger and then two into Stacy's rear hole. Then I worked her slow and easy, pumping my fingers in and out until she couldn't stop herself from reaching down to her clitoris to stroke, rub and pinch it. Before long, she was begging me to also put something in her pussy since she was on the brink of orgasm, but not quite there. That wasn't a problem at all--I just grabbed one of our dildos and soon had it gleaming with lubricant and poised at the entrance of her hungry cunt. She moaned as I teased her with it, tickling her clit with the tip and rotating it around her hole to stimulate those nerve endings as well. Too excited to take things slowly, Stacy grabbed the toy and shoved it all the way into her pussy until the wide base was stretching her nether lips. I don't know if there is anything quite like watching the woman you love go through an intense orgasm like that. I could feel the latex cock against my pumping fingers through the thin flesh barrier that separated her pussy and her ass. Then her butt muscles clamped down around me, her eyes rolled back in her head and her body quivered as a deep red flush suffused her breasts. Finally, she pulled out the dildo and begged me to fuck her, which I promptly did, pounding my cock into her cunt as I thought about how nice it was going to feel when she finally surrendered her ass to me. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- - JOIN NOW FOR MORE LETTERS LIKE THIS! -

HOT LIPS -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The first thing I noticed about Erica was her mouth. I was at the bar by my office while spending an after-work happy hour with some colleagues, most of whom had just left to go home to their husbands and wives. However, being single, I was enjoying one last beer before I followed suit. That's when I looked over and saw this gorgeous blonde applying lipstick in the bar's darkened front window. The shade of her gloss can only be described as "fuck-me red," and as she coated her luscious lips with the stuff, we both admired her reflection. I don't think she noticed me watching because she applied the lipstick slowly and deliberately, and then she pursed her lips as though giving someone a kiss. But I wasn't thinking about kisses at that point; by then, I was imagining those luscious lips wrapped around my dick. My balls tightened as if her mouth really was moving over my length, my cockhead skimming along her tongue as she took me down her throat. Soon I was hard and throbbing, my shorts sticky with pre-come. I began to wonder what that woman tasted like, what sort of delicious treat was hiding beneath her skirt. There's nothing I like more than a sweet pussy that's dripping with arousal, and I immediately imagined going down on her and sampling her tangy juice. As I pictured myself spreading her labia with my fingers and then sliding my tongue along her slit before flicking at her hardened clit, my hard cock grew even stiffer and my sac tightened. I realized then that if I didn't get out of the bar soon, I could very well come right then and there. So I took one last swig of my drink and went to pay my tab. "I've got it," I heard a feminine voice say, and looked up to see the lipstick girl standing next to me at the bar. She was even hotter up close, and the expression on her face told me that she may have had some idea of the naughty images I'd been conjuring in my mind. Luckily, her expression was one of amusement, not annoyance, but even still, my face went hot as I cleared my throat, thanked her for the drink and offered to buy a round. She accepted. "I'm Erica," she said and shook my hand before ordering a glass of wine. As the bartender poured her a glass of pinot noir and another beer for me, I told her my name, and then we talked over our drinks. She'd seen my admiring stare reflected back at her in the front window, and felt that she had to meet a man who was so obviously enthralled. God, I love aggressive women, I thought to myself, now especially glad that my friends had cut out early that night. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- - JOIN NOW FOR MORE STORIES LIKE THIS! -

IN THE ARMS OF HER BEST FRIEND AND AN EXOTIC STRANGER -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It was summer and my best friend, Martha, and I had rented a cottage on a lake. It was our third evening there, and we spent the night drinking wine coolers. By 3 a.m., Martha was asleep on the double bed, but I'd just opened another bottle and wasn't tired yet. I went outside on the porch, where it was dark and quiet, and let my mind wander . . . I'm sitting on the beach when a man with long dark hair, held back in a ponytail, approaches me. Sitting down, he offers me an inviting smile. I've seen him around, mostly on his boat, shirtless, displaying a perfectly lean body. He's extremely attractive, with high cheekbones and dark eyes that look almost black. Suddenly, I feel a firm hand between my legs and, immediately, a jolt runs through my body. But instead of pulling away from the stranger's touch I stay put, waiting for his next move. I can smell the remnants of beer and cinnamon gum on his breath as he leans in and gently kisses my lips and then invades my mouth with his tongue. Breaking away, he stands and starts walking to a boathouse. Without a word I follow him. We enter the darkened shack and soon my eyes adjust to the darkness. I follow him to his boat as though I'm captured by a spell. He steps inside and extends his hand for me to join him. I take it without hesitation. We are now standing close; in fact, my tits are pressing against his chest. He brings his lips to mine and I feel my pussy moisten. He is awakening senses in me I have never felt before, and I have never wanted a man the way I want this stranger. The boat is rocking gently, making this all the more exciting. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- - JOIN NOW FOR MORE LETTERS LIKE THIS! -

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