A few seconds later Sheila’s entire body starting quivering, and she laid down on top of me, rubbing her clit hard. Her pumps were pointing straight off the bed as she came, and I slid out of her cunt.
She rolled over on her back. “Damn that was hot,” she said. “I love you.”
“I love you,” I said. “And yes, it was hot.”
She reached over to the laptop, and typed, “See ya next time!” and then closed the lid.
I found out that night that Sheila had quit her job, and wanted to show me that she could be as naughty as I wanted her to be. I wasn’t upset about the job in the least. We didn’t need the money, and what I got in return was priceless as they say!
- David
Aida emails that her first encounter with her husband came just a few hours after meeting him. It’s a spicy story that I hope turns you on as much as it did me.
Accidental Encounter
Dallas-
Thanks for the message. Today marks the 5th anniversary for my husband and I. So far, we’ve beaten the naysayers who said we were crazy for getting married in the first place, and believe me, we had a lot of them. I can’t say I blame our families, because Shawn and I got married after only knowing each other for two weeks!
The first time we met wasn’t romantic or exciting, either. But for some reason, we both just knew we were right for one another. I know it sounds crazy, but within hours of meeting, we had sex.
I was traveling out of town to San Diego, and had just gotten my rental car from the airport. I tossed my bag in the trunk, and headed out of the parking lot. It was hot, I was dressed in a business suit, and the day had dragged on longer than I wanted it too. The lot was fenced in, with a sliding gate for renters to drive through. I stopped at the gate, and as it opened, my car suddenly lurched forward. If I didn’t have my foot planted firmly on the brake, I would have hit the gate.
I realized I had just been rear ended.
I looked in my rear view mirror, and could see a man in the car behind me, waving his hands, and shouting to himself.
We both got out and approached opposite ends of our rental cars.
He shrugged, then kicked his front tire. “Sorry.”
“That’s okay,” I said. “Could have happened to anyone.”
I noticed his blue eyes right away. He looked tired and angry, but I liked something about him. I rubbed my neck, and he must have noticed.
“Are you hurt?” he asked. “Here I am thinking of my long day, and you might be injured.”
“I don’t think so,” I said. “Just a little shocked.”
He came closer, and gave me a business card. “I’m Shawn,” he said, then quickly added,” You’ve got beautiful hair.”
“Aida,” I said, and extended my hand. “Do you just like blondes or are you always so forward?”
We shook hands for several seconds, then he smiled, and rubbed his hand through his own dark hair. I noticed his skin, it was smooth, and tan.
“Sorry, I think that was my inner voice coming out,” he said.
“That’s ok, I like a compliment.”
Shawn looked at the car. “Well, what do we do?” he asked.
I looked at the bumper, and made a decision that my father would scream at me about if he were around.
“I don’t see any damage,” I said. “Do you?”
“Wow,” he said. “Are you sure about this?”
“I’m tired,” I said. “I would rather get to my hotel and rest.”
“Well, if you’re sure?”
I smiled. “Yes. No harm done. It was nice to meet you Shawn.”
I wanted to say something else to him, to find out more about him. But then I looked at his business card, and thought better of it. I was never a girl who would be so forward. I turned to get back in my car.
“Aida,” he said.
I stopped and looked back at him.
“At least let me buy you dinner.”
I was tired. But something told me to not let the invitation pass.
“Where are you staying?” I asked.
“Downtown Hilton,” he said.
I smiled. “That’s where I’m at!”
“How about we meet in the lobby in about an hour?” he asked.
“Make it two,” I said.
I have no idea what made me so forward, or what made him ask me to dinner. We would both find out later that neither of us were normally like that at all.
I got to the hotel, checked in, and then got to my room. I took a bath, and made the best out of my suitcase wrinkled clothes. As I got in the elevator, there were butterflies in my stomach.
What was I doing?
“It’s just dinner, Aida,” I said. “Chill.”
I looked for Shawn in the lobby, and didn’t see him right away.
No show? I thought.
Then I looked over at the bar.
“Shawn,” I said. He motioned me over, and smiled.
“I said the lobby, not the bar,” I said.
He laughed, and said, “Sorry, I was a little nervous.”
“Nervous? Why?”
“Ok, this is right up front,” he said. “But I really don’t ask women to dinner. Especially not ones I have just met.”
“I think I’m blushing,” I said.
The hotel bar had a dining area, so we decided to stay put and eat right there. We ate some, didn’t drink too much, and talked for three hours. I couldn’t stop staring at Shawn.
“I can’t stop staring at you,” he said. I laughed.
“Sorry,” he said.
“No, no,” I said. “I was kind of thinking the same thing. I mean, about you. I mean, well you know what I mean!”
“Well, I suppose I should get to bed,” he said.
“Me, too,” I said. “Early morning.”
He paid the bill, and we walked to the elevator. There was something about him- and I don’t mean to keep repeating myself- but I just wanted to kiss him. If I had any expectations, the evening with Shawn had already fulfilled them.
“I’m on five,” he said, and pushed the button.
“Me too!” I said.
Before the first floor had gone past, though, our lips were locked. Shawn was a great kisser. He pulled me in close, and my entire body got excited when I felt something else. His erection felt enormous against my waist.
The doors opened on the fifth floor, and we kept kissing. He reached his hand forward to stop the doors from closing, and we said goodnight in the hallway.
“I’m in 510,” I said. No, I wasn’t thinking anything when I said it!
“Talk tomorrow?” he asked.
“Sure,” I said.
I got in my room, and I was giddy. I know, I’m supposed to act mature and adult like, but it’s how I felt. I pulled off my heels and started to unzip my dress when there was a knock on my door.
“Who is it?” I asked.
“Uh, it’s Shawn.”
I had a decision to make. If I let him in, I knew exactly what was going to happen, but the truth is, I wanted it to happen. I opened the door, smiling.
“Lose your way?” I asked.
“Not really,” he said.
I grabbed his hand, and pulled him inside.
He took my head in his hands, and we started kissing again. I don’t want to sound to slutty, but I started to pull off my dress. I wanted him, and I wanted him to know it.
Shawn kissed my neck, then as my dress fell to the floor, started kissing my breasts. I was getting wet, and I wanted to feel him inside me. I unbuckled his pants, then unhooked my bra.
“I love when they hook in the front,” he said.
His tongue touched my nipple, and my hips almost surged forward on their own. We moved onto the bed, and he struggled for a second to get loose from his pants.
“You are beautiful,” he said. “I don’t want you to think the wrong thing, but I imagined what your breasts might look like from the first time I saw you.”
I
grinned. “You mean earlier today?” I asked.
“It doesn’t seem like it,” he said.
Shawn pulled off his boxers, and my judgment in the elevator wasn’t off at all. He was big, and hard as a rock.
“What am I going to do with that?” I asked.
He smiled, then climbed on top of me. Our hands were all over each other, his cock rubbing against my panties. I was so wet, I thought I might have an orgasm right there, but he stopped to pull off my panties, and then kissed my pussy. He must have felt how excited I was, because he didn’t wait to get back on top of me.
“I want you inside me,” I said.
I reached down, and felt his cock throbbing, pulsing in my hand. I spread my legs wide for him, and he pushed inside me slowly. As the head of his cock entered me, I moaned. My body shook again. He pushed his cock further, and the wetness of my pussy made the rest of the entry easy.
I grabbed his ass, and pushed him in all the way.
“It feels so good inside you,” he said.
“I want you to feel good,” I said. I kissed him, and he started slowly fucking me, pushing his big cock in and out of me. I moved my hips into him as he thrust, and his pace quickened.
“Harder,” I said, almost screaming. “Fuck me harder.”
Shawn moved even faster, thrusting his cock into me harder and harder. He leaned over to suck my nipples, and then pushed my wrists up above my head. He kept fucking me, never slowing down, for several minutes.
Until finally, he said, “I’m going to cum soon.”
“Come on my tits,” I said.
He looked at me just for a moment, then pulled out his hard cock, and started stroking it over my breasts. I reached down and felt my juices on his cock, and took over. I grasped his cock tight, and pulled back and forth on it fast.
He threw his back, and said “I’m cumming!”
I got my breasts close to his cock, and he exploded all over me. On my tits, my neck, and even my face.
When the last of his cum covered me, he fell onto the bed.
“I’ll get you a towel,” he said.
“Let’s get in the shower,” I said.
He turned on the water, and when it was hot enough, I stepped in. Shawn followed when I had washed all of him off of my body.
We slept together that night, and were practically inseparable in the days after. When it was time for us both to go home, he said he wanted to marry me. It wasn’t a question in my mind. There was no doubt, no second thought. I knew it was supposed to happen.
XOXOXO,
Aida
Liz wrote about the time she and her hubby placed an ad to spice up their sex life, and what a result they got. An extremely naughty story that will make you sweat.
Mario Brothers
Dallas-
The most taboo sexual encounter I ever had was with my husband. (Don’t stop reading, ha ha!)
My husband and I had been visiting the private forums for some time, and we had been fantasizing about involving other people in our sex life. The only thing was, it always remained a fantasy.
We would chat online, even use the webcam on occasion to spice things up, but we never managed to plan things to actually bring someone else into our sex life. We didn’t want to go to a swing club, there’s just too much stigma attached to it. We never judged anyone who likes them, of course, they just weren’t for us.
One night, after we had been on the forums, I made a suggestion.
“Let’s place an ad, Dan” I said.
“Liz, are you serious?” he asked. “You mean on craigslist? For what?”
I smiled. “So you can finally watch someone fuck me.”
“I thought we fantasized about another couple,” he said.
“I know my husband.”
We didn’t actually place the ad on craigslist, but on the classifieds section of the private forums. (We were adventurous, but not crazy).
If I remember right, this is what it said:
“Fun and sexy couple wants to invite a safe couple or single male to join us. Must be drug and disease free. He is straight, she might experiment with bi. Picture available upon request, will return for yours. Serious inquiries only, must be local.”
We got excited just placing the ad, fooled around, and then went to bed. The next night, Dan logged onto the forums.
“We’ve got some messages,” he said. “Looks like someone is interested.”
“How many?” I asked.
“Twenty five.”
“Twenty five?” I asked. “Are you serious?”
“I’m sure it’s a bunch of guys wanting pictures,” he said. “But let’s check them out.”
As he suspected, most of the messages were more interested in getting dirty pictures of me then they were in actually meeting. But we did narrow down three who might be serious.
We answered all of them, and when we got answers, it really only came down to one. The first answer was a couple who seemed very interested. They had seen us post pictures on the forums before, and wanted to meet us in person. Unfortunately, they were in Seattle, and we were in Florida. The second was a single male. He sent us a picture, and we sent him one in return. Things looked promising based on his messages, but then the trip he said he was taking to Florida got cancelled the very next day. The final message was from another single male from the forums.
USER: Mani477
SUBJECT: Your Ad
MESSAGE: I’ve seen you posting on the forums, and your wife is incredibly hot! I love brunettes, and she has an incredible body. I would love to join you two. I’ve attached a photo, but wanted to ask you a question. Would you be interested in more than one male? I have a friend, very good looking, who wants to join. No problem if you don’t like the idea, I will gladly come alone if need be. Oh, I have a location for the action that you might like. Very naughty yet private. You will like it. Attached is my picture. Hope you like.
We sent him a message back. Liz typed, while I looked over her shoulder.
USER: SXYFLACPL
SUBJECT: RE: Your ad
MESSAGE: Mani477, we are interested and want to hear more. Like your picture, we have attached one of her. We are also very curious about the location you speak of. If it’s safe for all of us, tell us about it!
Mani477’s name was Mario. (Yes, that’s his real name). He was 100% Italian, and moved to Ft. Lauderdale from New York.
“I thought we wanted someone local,” Dan said.
“I know, but I’m kind of turned on by this,” I said. “Mario’s proposal is really naughty, but we’ll still be anonymous.”
That was it. We set a weekend to meet him.
We got to Ft. Lauderdale on a Friday evening. About an hour before we were scheduled to meet, I laid out a couple outfits.
“What would you like me to wear?” I asked.
Dan chose a black top with a super low front. It pretty much required that I would have to go without a bra.
“My tits will barely be able to stay in this one you know,” I said.
He smiled, big. “I know.”
I wore a short skirt and long heels to go with it.
“How about if you ‘forget’ to wear panties?” he asked.
“Really?”
He nodded, and I said, “I’m glad I shaved.”
We headed downstairs, and jumped in a cab the valet had called for us.
“Take us to the Diamond Club,” Dan said.
We got to the club, and the neon sign was just what I expected. Two bright, pink and yellow women flashed on and off, moving as if they were losing their tops. Dan paid a cover charge for both of us at the door, where the bouncer assured us that “couples are welcome”.
Inside, it was a busy Friday night. Music blared and lights flashed on three separate stages, where strippers entertained men for dollar bills. We sat at a table with a booth near one of the walls. When a waitress came over, we ordered our drinks.
“Please tell Mario we would like to s
ee him,” Dan said.
“Is he expecting you?” she asked.
Dan handed her a twenty dollar bill. “Yes.”
She smiled, and went off into the crowd. While we waited, I adjusted my top so that my cleavage was as visible as possible. I noticed that there were more than a few drunk men whose eyes were looking me over.
“Couples might be welcome,” Dan said. “But I don’t see any other women here.”
I smiled, and rubbed Dan’s pants, feeling his already hard cock inside. “You don’t?” I asked.
“Well, no wives that is,” he said.
We watched the entertainment, then in a few minutes our waitress came back.
“These are on the house,” she said. Her breasts were huge, and her top barely kept them contained. She purposely leaned over and put them right in Dan’s face. “So is anything else you might want.”
I smiled at Dan. “We’ll take two shots of tequila,” I said. “With lemon on the side. But that’s all for now.”
“Oh,” she said. She seemed genuinely disappointed. “Whatever you need of course.”
We had our drinks, and then the shots. Then another round of drinks, and two more rounds of shots. The waitress sent over one of the strippers, who gave a nice, fully nude lap dance for Dan. We fooled around while she danced, and Dan kept opening my top to expose my breasts. We were about to order more drinks after she was done, but then the waitress came back with drinks before we could order them.
“If you’ll come with me, Mario is available now,” she said.
We followed her through a red curtain next to the stage, into a more private room where men were obviously allowed to bend the law a little with their dancers. No one was getting an outright blow job or anything, but fully nude dancers were crotch fucking their customers to get them to cum inside their pants. I could feel my pussy getting wet just watching them.
“Through here,” the waitress said.
We followed her through another curtain, and she led us through a door. Having seen my share of mafia movies, I expected us to enter some kind of back office, with piles of illegal cash and drugs on tables or something. I know, just because Mario was Italian didn’t mean he was connected with the mafia, but I was drunk and my imagination was going wild!
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