by Lexi Sinner
“I’m… I’m sorry. I can’t help it. You’re just so open with your….”
“No, it’s fine. We were talking and wondered if you would like to join us for some sexual play.”
He stared up at me and nodded.
“Come on up, then.”
He disappeared and I heard the back door open and close. He was in my house.
“I can’t believe he is coming up here,” I said, breathing hard.
Jonah sat on the chair and straddled me over his lap, his cock still deep inside me. He slowly fucked me while he sucked on my nipples until the neighbor appeared in the doorway of the balcony.
“Hello,” Jonah said, looking up at him.
“What’s your name?” I asked softly.
“Allen.” He stared at me not moving from the doorway.
“Hello Allen,” said Jonah. “We’ve noticed you in the window, watching over here.”
“I’ve been doing it for years. She has always been very open with her sexuality, until she left. Why did you leave, Ida Mae?”
“College. Life.”
“I’ve missed you. I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw you back again.”
“So it was you? The boy in the window when I was young?”
“Yes. I’ve always loved watching you explore your sexuality. It has been a fascination of mine for a long time.”
He sat down on the floor behind me and caressed my ass cheeks while Jonah continued to fuck me slowly. My adrenaline was surging through my veins and my heart beat was pounding on the inside of my chest.
He stood up and unbuckled his pants, discarding them to the side with his boxers before moving closer to me. Jonah stood up with me still wrapped around him and leaned against the wall. When I felt Allen’s body against me I flinched but tried relaxing. His hands were on my arms, caressing my skin as he kissed my shoulder. He pressed his cock into my ass and moved it up and down. I felt a sticky substance between my cheeks as he left kisses along my shoulder blade.
“This is a fantasy come true for me,” he said shakily.
His words eased me into it with the idea that Donovan helped my fantasies come true, so now it was my turn to do that for Allan, and maybe even Jonah.
I wrapped my arms around Jonah’s neck and took a breath when I felt Allen’s cock press against my hole. I couldn’t believe I was going to be fucking two different men in the same week. I felt dirty and I liked it.
Allen pushed until he had penetrated me and slowly jerked back and forth until he was fully inside me. Before I was able to breath, both men who had sandwiched me between them were moving back and forth, their cocks sliding in and out of each hole, causing me to question my sanity.
I forced a breath and felt my body climb to a climax. They fucked me harder, moving faster, my tits jumping up and down until Allen filled me with a load. He held himself inside as Jonah continued to push into me rapidly. When he slowly pulled out, Jonah picked me up and turned me around, putting my chest over the balcony wall. He entered my pussy from behind and grabbed my hair with his fist to hold my head back. When I came, I came hard. The feel of my orgasm stayed with me until he thrust into me, grunting a guttural groan from deep inside as he came inside me. He pulled out and they both put their arms around me, kissing my lips in turn. I felt like a different person. I loved being used and abused by more than one man and my only worry was how was I going to top this one?
Story 40
Some men like to hoard their wives away. They want to keep those tempting curves, round asses, and seductive breasts all to their own... but others, those enlightened few, they just happen to enjoy seeing their hotwife pleasured and fulfilled by a hard cock – one that doesn't belong to them...
“Your total today comes to seven hundred and fifty three dollars!” the cashier told me.
I slid my Visa from my designer purse and swiped it through the machine. 'Authorized' flashed up almost immediately. The bag containing my latest purchases was handed over and I left the store to a chirpy, “Have a great day!”
I didn't even think about spending money anymore. Back when I was in college and in my early twenties, I'd lived frugally. I had worked two jobs to try to pay the rent, the bills and to keep food on the table but nowadays I could buy whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted. To be honest, I wasn't even sure I particularly liked half of what I'd bought that day. Maybe I would return some, maybe I wouldn't. Shopping had become a mindless source of entertainment for me. I was unemployed. Regretfully so. My husband referred to me as his lady of leisure and told me that somebody as beautiful as I had no need for a job. In the beginning it was a dream come true – I had pretty things that before I had only swooned over in glossy magazines - but lately I was finding myself bored and our relationship wasn't what it used to be either.
I was twenty-seven years old and two years earlier I had married an older man. A lot older. My husband, Roger, was almost thirty years my senior and my girl friends constantly questioned what I saw in him.
“Margo seriously, you could have any man you wanted!” they'd chorus, “Why Roger!?”
We had met when I had worked briefly as an intern at the law firm he owned. I was eager to learn. Desperately wanting to be an attorney, I took every opportunity presented to me and Roger had often stayed back late in the office with me, poring over case files together. He was smart and hard-working. His motivation and drive was what attracted me to him initially and when he talked about building his business from scratch, I could see the fiery passion in his eyes. It was hot! I didn't just like the fact that Roger was successful, I adored that he was successful on his own merit. He was incredible at what he did.
In the past, though I had impressive schooling, I had been overlooked for various jobs and positions I'd applied for. Blonde with big boobs, people automatically assumed I'd fit the stereotype and be a ditzy airhead. Roger treated me as an equal, however. That was why I fell in love with him. He was the first man who saw me for me. He listened to me, he was interested and I felt like we could talk about anything. In the beginning, I remembered that we'd frequently lose track of time, so intense were our conversations, and find ourselves still nestled behind his desk at one in the morning. It was on one of those occasions that he kissed me for the first time.
That wasn't what I told my friends, of course. They didn't care about our deep emotional connection. I figured most of them wouldn't understand anyway. They were still lovers of going to the club every weekend and waking up with a different man next to them, having to ask his name.
“He has a really big dick and is amazing in bed!” I'd giggle and this would suffice their curiosity for the most part. For the first half of our relationship, that was true. Roger did have a big dick and being an older, more experienced man he satisfied me like no one ever had before. He took his time – teasing me, bringing me to the brink of orgasm over and over – it had been mind-blowing. I reflected back on him bending me over his desk after all of the other workers had left and sliding his cock inside of me. My skirt had still been on, he had just hiked it up around my hips, and my panties were pulled to the side. It had felt so naughty. I wondered where that man had gone.
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“Hi honey,” Roger beamed when I returned to our home that day, “Successful day shopping?”
He nodded to the various bags I was struggling to get through the door. I dropped them and stepped toward my husband to greet him. His strong arms wrapped around me.
“Yes, it was pretty good!” I told him, “But I missed you!”
I craved affection so badly. I craved sex. In that moment I wanted Roger to scoop me up, carry me to our bed and make love to me. I wanted our naked bodies pressed together, I wanted to feel him enter me, hear his pleasurable moans in my ear.
“You're such a sweet girl!” was his response.
I guessed I needed to do something a little more obvious to get what I wanted from my husband. That was okay. I had bought an array of s
exy underwear that I could dress up in later that night.
“I'm going to go take a bath!” I said, “Can you take those bags upstairs and leave them by the bed? They're too heavy for my weedy arms to lift!”
Roger laughed and set about gathering up my new treats.
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The tub was practically overflowing with luxurious bubbles as I sank down into the steaming hot water. I was going to take my time. I wanted to be looking like a million dollars when I left the bathroom. I soaped myself up, wanting this delicious scent to linger on my skin for as long as possible. When I had finally had enough soaking, I used the matching moisturizer all over, slathering it on. My skin felt so smooth and silky, how could Roger resist! Once he got his hands on me, he wouldn't want to take them off I thought. Carefully I chose my under garments, picking a black satin push-up bra with a lace trim and matching panties. They were low-cut and made my booty look so good. How could any man say no!? Spinning around in front of the mirror I felt confident in my appearance. Anticipation was beginning to build between my legs!
Venturing to the bedroom, it seemed some candles would really set the scene. Once lit, they flickered from their various positions – the night-stand, from on top of the chest of drawers, giving the room a soft, romantic glow. 'Perfect!' I thought. Laying on the bed, I re-positioned several times. I wanted my husband to walk in and see me looking my best. I wanted him to want me, to want to fuck me.
“Roger!” I called out, “Come here!”
Hearing his footsteps on the stairs, I began to play with my hair, seductively wrapping it around my index finger. It always looked good in movies when girls did it, right?
“Wow!” Roger breathed upon entering the room, “Darling, you look just divine!”
“Glad you like it, it's all for you!” I cooed.
My husband walked towards the bed and sat on the edge facing me. He reached out and stroked my bra. I knew this was the kind he'd appreciate.
“Mmm I really like this, your boobs look fantastic!” he complimented.
I sat up, pushing my arms together to make my ample cleMargoge look even more impressive. Roger was such a boob man! Right away he buried his face in them. He was like a wild animal, reaching around to open the bra and pull it off.
“These nipples!” he groaned.
My nipples were big and pink and stood out away from my breasts, almost always hard. Roger loved that! He sucked one into his mouth and bit down lightly with his teeth. I moaned softly. Reaching between his legs, I felt his boner.
“Oh baby, you're so hard!”
My older man stood from the bed and undressed. He did so very quickly, as if he was in a hurry. I wanted to show him how much I loved his cock but my plan was scuppered.
“Bend over for me!” he barked.
I missed the way Roger used to explore every inch of my body, tasting me and touching me. This was so abrupt. Where was my attentive lover? I bent over. He pulled my panties to the side and with one hard thrust, filled me with his dick. I winced.
“Ooh yeah, take my big cock!” I heard him say.
The sex lasted for probably less than a minute before my husband finished with a loud, satisfied sigh. I was left in our bedroom like a child's discarded toy, feeling unfulfilled. I both wanted and needed more. I felt a pang of jealousy as I thought of my friends picking up hot guys at the bar. Their stories left me feeling embarrassed about what was now the bedroom routine of my husband and I. This just wasn't good enough for a young twenty-seven year old, this was my supposed to be my sexual peak!
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The next day, after Roger had left for work, I called my best friend Mary.
“Mar, I need to do something fun tonight!” I told her, “How about we go to that new club downtown, Club X?”
She was never one to disappoint me. “Of course!” she yelped, “Sounds awesome! See you outside at about nine thirty?”
There was only one thing for me to do now. Go shopping! I couldn't go to the club wearing something I may have been pictured in on Facebook previously. My phone beeped. It was Roger.
“How about I take my lovely wife out to dinner tonight?”
I felt ever so slightly guilty as I tapped out my response on the screen.
“Already have plans with Mary.” my message read, “Might stay at her apartment tonight. I love you!”
He didn't reply. Roger could be kind of controlling at times. He had never approved of my friends and rathered I stayed in every single night of the week. The age difference in our relationship was noticeable in that regard. He had no interest in letting his hair down and getting drunk. It was like being lectured by my dad - “Margo, alcohol is bad for you. I would really prefer if you didn't go out.”
Whatever! At this point I didn't care too much what he thought.
At the mall, I headed straight for my favorite store. An embellished dress in the window had caught my eye. Time to try that baby on! Whipping it off the rail in my size, I sauntered to the fitting room. I knew I had a good body. I was five foot seven inches tall and weighed about one hundred and forty pounds. My tummy was tight and flat but my hips flared out in woman curves. I also had 34D's up top – my pride and joy. The dress fitted my womanly shape perfectly. The low cut really emphasized my assets and I thought to myself – if my husband won't appreciate me, maybe somebody else will. It takes more than money to keep a woman like me interested.
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Getting ready, I sipped on my glass of white wine. I was dressed to kill, had applied my make up and was now curling my long blonde hair. Roger arrived home from work and came upstairs. He looked a little taken aback when he caught sight of me upon entering the room.
“Are you okay, sweetie?” I asked.
“Well, it's just... That dress is quite revealing, isn't it?” he said.
I put my glass down and stood up, twirling around as I did.
“Is it?” I smiled innocently.
“It's not really appropriate for a married woman, Margo. It looks more like something one of your friends would wear!”
I laughed at my husband. Not appropriate for a married woman! Ha! Since when was fashion based on a person's relationship status?
“Don't be silly, Roger!” I scolded him.
He left the room clearly still unhappy with my choice of outfit. I knew he was worried about a younger man coming on to me. It was obvious to everyone that Roger felt like he had to pay to keep me around. I had numerous credit cards with sky high limits linked to his bank account. He never complained, no matter how much I spent. He worked up to sixteen hours a day sometimes while I never so much as had to lift a finger. He thought this was what I wanted but I'd been finding his behavior smothering and I missed my own independence. My husband needed to learn that the love of a woman could not be bought.
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Arriving at the club, Mary was already outside. She was wearing a tight cream bodycon dress that left nothing to the imagination. I thought she looked unbelievable, though I knew Roger would disagree. What a prude!
“Mary!” I shrieked, drawing my friend in close, air kissing both of her cheeks.
“Wow Margo, I love your dress! Your look great!” she told me.
We made our way inside the club, Mary bagging us free entry. She was such a flirt and men just could not help but fall victim to her charm. The doorman hadn't stood a chance.
“Cocktails!” she smiled, pointing in the direction of the bar.
Once seated - our tall, brightly colored drinks in front of us - it was time for girl talk. I hadn't spent that much time with my best friend over the last number of months because my husband thought she was a bad influence on me.
“Tell me everything, Mar! I wanna hear it all!”
She told me she was seeing a guy at the moment but that they had an awesome type of relationship, nothing like she'd experienced before. Pulling her cell-phone from her purse
, she showed me his picture. This guy was drop dead gorgeous. He had long-ish dark hair, swept across his face a little and these green eyes that I simply could not stop staring at.
“What kind of relationship? I questioned.
“Well he doesn't think that he alone can fulfil me sexually so he allows me to fuck other guys and not only does he allow it, but he likes to hear about it!”
I couldn't believe it. She could have sex with other men and then tell her boyfriend about it and he liked it!
“Wow, you're lucky!” I said longingly, without thinking.
“Lucky?” Mary asked, “Aren't you happy with just Roger?”
It was time to confide in my friend. I told her about the relationship issues I felt were on-going between my husband and I.
“Margo!” she said pityingly, “You are too sexy not to have a man who makes you feel good! You could meet somebody tonight!”