Wedding Party

Last week my friend Tom invited me to attend his friend’s wedding, which was supposed to be a very lavish affair. Tom didn’t have a girlfriend, so as a favor to him, my husband and I both agreed that I should be his date. Tom is the type of guy a girl just wants to be friends with. In some ways he can be cool, but actually he’s kind of a loser.

He said he was arranging for a limousine to take us to and from the wedding. At the last minute his dorky friend Dan called and wanted to tag along with us. This was totally okay with me, since I didn’t expect to get laid that night anyhow.

I picked out a black satin dress that I had worn the year before to a college dance. It was not too extravagant, but it was suitable for a fancy wedding. I found my favorite bra and admired the extra cleavage it produced. I slipped on matching panties and looked at myself in the mirror. Wow, I looked great! Just for the hell of it I rubbed my breasts and tweaked my nipples to make them hard.

When Tom picked me up, the limousine turned out to be just a Cadillac with a driver. The driver’s name was Sal, another friend of Tom’s.

Sal had brought some good stuff along. We smoked a joint on the way to the hotel, and probably drank at least half a case of beer. By the time we got there I was feeling good. I was also hot and horny, and I wondered if it was obvious.

Inside the hotel, I looked around and noticed that there were gorgeous men everywhere. I was glad I had picked the black dress; it made me look sexy. I knew then that by the end of the evening I would be sucking someone’s cock. I just didn’t know whose.

The wedding reception was very extravagant, with ice sculptures and little gifts for all the guests. The dinner seemed to go on forever, followed by hours of dancing. The bar was open, and all the liquor was top notch. I drank Vodka and tonic and smoked a couple of joints. Any time I wanted to smoke, all I had to do was go out to the car, and Sal would have a joint ready. I always remembered to take a drink with me to keep my spirits up.

On my way back to the party after one of these excursions I ran into Paul, who I had dated about five years ago. He quickly drew me into his arms and kissed me solidly on the lips. “How the hell are you, Tracy?”

“Paul, how have you been?” I said. I was barely able to form the words. My mind was spinning from the pot I’d just smoked, and from the suddenness of seeing Paul again.
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Horny New Zealand Honeymoon

Lily and I had been dating for three years before I proposed to her on her 21st birthday. She had said yes even before I finished the sentence. Six months later we would be married in a sweet ceremony that lasted all day. By midnight we were exhausted from the whole process, but we were burning with desire for each other. Both of us have been brought up in Christian homes, where sex before marriage was a no-no, it wasn’t the worst sin that could be imagined (despite what many people think), but it was not appreciated. This did not bother us in one bit as it allowed us to focus on finishing our studies at separate colleges and to get to know the real other person rather than the physical one. However, by the time we made it up to our hotel sweet we were ready to tear each other’s clothes off. It the tuxedo and the wedding dress weren’t so expensive we would have, so we reluctantly took off our clothes slowly and carefully.

Finally, there we stood, me in my plain silver satin boxers and Lily in a magnificent red lingerie set she had gotten on her hens night. The sight of her two well developed breasts protruding from her chest and her mound, which formed a camel-toe underneath her g-string caused my dick to stiffen immediately, creating a tent in my boxers. Lily was more beautiful than I had ever imagined in my dreams. I was glad we waited; this was going to be a special night. I scooped her up n my arms and carried her over to the large queen size bed and laid her on it. I slotted myself in beside her and we immediately started kissing each other passionately, exploring the inside of each other’s mouths. We knew how to do that well. Our hands roamed over the other person’s body. While we were doing this I reached around her back and started to try and undo her bra. And I do say tried to, because in my eagerness I just couldn’t undo it, so Lily sat up, slid her arms out of her bra and twisted it around and undid it herself, revealing a pair of elegant breasts. Hers were round, firm and the size of a melon and were tipped by set of small round pink nipples. I had to reach out and touch them, so I sat up and slowly I extended my arm and brushed the surface of her breast with my fingertips. Her body reacted by shivering at my touch. I looked into Lily’s grey eyes and saw desire, love and passion there. Her hands snaked out and placed my other hand on her free breast. I was in heaven.

We were sitting cross-legged opposite each other. My hands roaming about on her breast, and hers had found their way into my boxer shorts and had a firm grip on my dick. Oh my goodness, I was getting my first hand-job by someone other than myself. Lily’s older sister had been married for several years before we did and given her some information to help us out tonight, without my knowledge. So after a while of mutual fondling she pushed me onto my back and knelt between my open legs. She pulled my boxers off and threw them over her shoulder and onto the floor. I had stayed hard, very hard and my 6 ½ in dick was free and waving in the air in all its glory. She didn’t continue with the hand-job, instead she bent down and began to lick my rigid pole. Her tongue flayed my dick for some time before she took it into her mouth. Later I would find out that her sister had told her to get me to come first before be had sex, because I was less likely to come too early when we did try it. It would prove to be valuable advice.
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Roommates Naughty Girlfriend

It was the summer of 2002 and I had just turned 21 years old. I lived in a house near my college campus with two other friends. I had a steady job as a server at a fancy restaurant most nights, which brought in great cash, so my days were wide open for lounging around in the sun while my roommates were hard at work.

This particular day didn’t start out any different from any other day of the summer. My friends and I had gotten pretty drunk the night before and I may have still been feeling the effects the next day. It was terribly hot outside. Too hot for a hung-over bum like me to go into the summer heat, so I cranked up the AC and decided to lounge on the living room couch. It was about one o’clock in the afternoon and I was enjoying some awful daytime TV. There was only so much of this garbage I could take, so I flipped the TV off and directed my attention to our coffee table. Or rather, the porno magazines that were on our coffee table. I began flipping through the one magazine casually.

There had been no intention to jerk-off at that point, but the pictures got to me. I had been wearing my favorite pair of basketball shorts and a basketball jersey with the intention of playing ball again that day, just like I did nearly everyday of the summer. With all the running around in the sun all day, I had scored myself a pretty athletic body with a solid tan.

I looked at a spread showcasing two lovely blondes sucking on each other’s tits and started working my cock from the outside of my shorts… Before long my unit was a full attention and ready to go, but just before I could pull my shorts down the back door opened! There wasn’t much reason to panic, it was probably just one of my roommates coming home and everyone glanced at the porno mags from time to time. My only concern was getting caught masturbating on the couch! To my surprise it was not one of my roommates that had entered, but my roommate’s girlfriend. Her name was Kara and … but it was a more Southeastern Asia look, perhaps Filipino. Either way, she was blessed with permanently light caramel skin, beautiful long dark hair, and a petite frame. Good for her.

“Hey Steve” said Kara with a half smile. I didn’t bother to get up from my position on the couch, but did manage to give her a friendly hello and a smile.

“What brings you here?” I asked.

She plopped down on the other couch in the room and placed her shoulder bag next to her. I couldn’t help but try and peek up the mini jean skirt she was wearing that day. Lucky me, there was a brief shot of panties. Light blue, not a bad color choice.

“Just waiting for David to get done with work. He should be here in 30 minutes or so. We are going to a movie this afternoon.” she responded.

She continued to tell me what movie they planned to see and what it was about, but I had stopped listening. Instead I admired her outfit. She was a sexy girl, but today she looked exceptionally hot. A short jean skirt, tight blue tank top, flip-flops, and her hair in a ponytail. She was petite, but had a pretty decent chest for her size, which was protruding from her extra tight shirt.

“Whatcha looking at?” She asked as she moved from one couch to the one I was sprawled across. This wasn’t very surprising. Kara was a flirtatious and “touchy” character. She always seemed to enjoy being close to people.

“Oh you’re gross!” She reacted to the porno magazine that was still open in front of me. “Why do you even like this?”

“Those chicks are hot.”

“I guess…” She had leaned back against my legs on the couch and started to flip through the magazine. I told her that I wasn’t done browsing and she would have to share. So she fell onto her side in front of me and we began to page through. Eventually she got more comfortable and kicked her sandals to the floor. Kara raised her feet onto the couch, which put us in an almost spooning position.

As we looked at the magazine there were a lot of funny remarks and laughing going on. She commented on girls taking loads of cum to the face. She wanted to know why it turned guys on so much, but I couldn’t seem to give her a satisfying answer. We continued to kid around. But, as she flipped through the room got much quieter.

She seemed to begin to look at the photos longer on each page and there wasn’t much being said anymore. We had worked our way into complete spooning position on the couch and Kara’s perfect little ass was snugly pushing into my crotch. It wasn’t very long until I started feeling the stirrings of an erection. Slowly I placed my hand onto her hip and she didn’t object at all. In fact, at one point, I thought I felt her move her body so that her ass was pressed harder into me.

My erection grew and at this point I knew she could feel it. As she continued to turn the pages of the magazine I began to move my hand slowly down from her hip to the outside of her thigh where her mini skirt stopped and bare skin began. Her breathing was heavier and I knew that she was getting aroused like I was. Slowly I worked my hand under her skirt and began to slide it up her smooth thigh. I rubbed her thigh and ass as we pretended to still care about the magazine in front of us.
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Accidental Cuckold

During my fifty years on this planet, I’ve noticed how my sexual fantasies have changed. My early fantasies were simple. I would be with some pretty girl I knew. A real girl I had no chance of actually getting my hands on. These fantasies remained popular until my mid teens when my mind introduced imaginary women. These imaginary women didn’t replace my real girls, they supplemented them along with two and three girls at once.

I love fantasy. There’s no limitations. In real life I’m lucky to satisfy one woman, but in my imagination, I can handle any number of lovers. Over my early fantasy years, there were times when I was with real women, but eventual my mind would keep them out of my imaginary world. There was a break where I no longer wanted real women in my sex dreams. Real woman aren’t perfect and can’t compete with my usually faceless fuck toys.

At twenty four, I thought marriage would end my fantasies. Emotionally immature for my age, I figured now that I was married, I could have all the real sex I wanted and would need to fantasize or masterbate. That concept didn’t survive the honeymoon. If anything, being limited to one woman, I not only used fantasy for thrills, I also used it to spice up my married sex.

In my twenties I had some major double standards. While checking out other women, I was very jealous of another man looking at my wife. Mary is an attractive woman and I couldn’t stand the idea of another guy lusting over her. Fortunately for me, Mary wasn’t a party girl and didn’t give me any grief. As for me, I didn’t cheat on her, but I’m not sure if it was morals or lack of courage and opportunity. In any case, I’ve managed to keep my cheating to the fantasy realm.

I’m not sure how or when my fantasies changed next. I guess it was some time in my mid thirties and it was gradual. Looking back, it seems odd how my early fears were now starting to turn me on. Thinking about Mary with another man used to be my worse nightmare, but somehow the thought began to turn me on and in time I started thinking about it on purpose. In a way, my fantasy life came full circle and my main character once again had a name and a face. I was having sex fantasies about my own wife. And of course a varying number of guest stars.

I never told my wife about these fantasies. We don’t have that kind of marriage. When it comes to fantasies, we’re a don’t ask, don’t tell couple. The only exception to this rule was on the rare occasions when we were both really drunk, and even then we never talked about it the next day even if we remembered.

As the years passed and we celebrated our twenty fifth anniversary, I can honestly say I never made plans to live out my fantasies. Still emotionally immature and nearly fifty, I at least understood the dangers. I not only love my wife, I need her. Mary keeps my world in order and takes care of all the grown up stuff. And she’s kind enough to let me believe I have something to do with it. And for some reason, Mary really loves me. I wouldn’t risk that for some sexual thrill. That was my frame of mind when I went to Mike’s to watch Monday night football.

Mary and I don’t have guy and girl nights, so when Mike invited me over, he knew Mary would be with me. Nobody ever complains because my wife isn’t a pain in the ass. She doesn’t bitch or try to control people. She’s not big on football, but Mary does like spending time with me. I don’t know why, she just does.

We got to Mike’s at about seven and carried in two cases of beer. Our friend is twice divorced and paying a shit load of child support. We try to help out by supplying the beer and Charlie, another divorced friend, brings the snacks.

Carrying everything to the basement, I put the beer in the fridge while Mary hangs up our coats and says hello to Eric and Tony. They’re married men, but their wives only attend things they like, and football isn’t one of them.

Cracking open a beer, I knew this would be a special night. By special, I mean there’s a good chance I’d get hammered. The beer tasted so good, and went down easy. I tend to be a binge drinker, and I haven’t tied one on for some time. Within a few minutes, I was well into my second beer.

My wife never tries to stop me from drinking too much. Instead, she usually does damage control by keeping me out of the hospital, out of jail and away from fire. The third item was added last year when I stumbled into a camp fire and caught my pants on fire. I also tend to get mouthy when I drink and she tries to keep me from getting my ass kicked. Buy the time I get that stupid my motor skills are long gone and I’m an easy target.

When I’m drinking Mary doesn’t. But tonight she made an exception because we’re off tomorrow and Mike has an extra bedroom to spend the night. I fix Mary her favorite drink, a strawberry daiquiri, and we settle in for the game. I can’t remember who was playing.

By halftime, I’m in my know it all stage and my wife if feeling cuddly. When I’m like this the guys can bring up anything and I’ll be an instant expert. At least in my head. If I don’t know it, you can bet I’ll make something up. Or I’ll take a crumb of real information and make it sound like a text book. So while I’m rambling on, Mary curls up on my lap.

Sitting on the couch, my wife distracts me and I forget what I’m talking about. She’s leaning against my chest and my left arm wraps around her. Mary only weight about 115lb and I’m comfortable when I notice I can see her bra between the buttons on her blouse. Seeing my wife’s bra pushed me into the impulsive stage. My right hand is free and I slide in between the buttons of her blouse, under her bra and cup her tit. Mary sighs, turns slightly and muzzles against my chest.

Now I can feel, but I can’t see. I’d lost my angle and my hand is filling the opening in her blouse. Her tit feels great, but I need to see damn it! Gently sliding my hand back out, I slowly unbutton her blouse while I talk to my friends. If I keep talking about something else, my wife won’t notice while I expose her. I was only going to do a button or two, but I just kept going because I was busy talking. Eventually, I ran out of buttons. Looking down, I saw skin peeking between the material of her blouse, plus the whiteness of her bra. My heart was pounding as I pulled one side open, and then the other.

Babbling on, I looked at the guys and realized something when I saw them staring at Mary’s chest. If I could see, so could my buddies. The guys looked confused. My actions stunned them and I was the center of attention. Mary was my instrument, but I was the real show. I slid my hand back under my wife’s bra, expecting Mary to stop me and put her blouse in order. She didn’t.

Mary’s tit was warm, but the bra was limiting my movement. I needed to loosen it, so with my left arm, I eased my wife forward and pinched her bra clasp. It popped free and my right hand was free. Mary looked up at me and smiled.

“Let’s take your bra off baby,” I said.”I want to play with your tits.”
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Backseat Driving

One of the things I truly enjoy the most in life is going on vacation with my wife. It seems that every trip we take together is guaranteed to lead to some fantastic sex. It was with that in mind that I encouraged my wife to come with me on my next business trip.

She was enjoying her usual summer off from work, and when I brought it up with her she was eager to go. I had scheduled a light workload for this trip so that we could enjoy some time together besides the long drive. The ride up was nice and I finished up my work early enough to get us a nice room at one of the local inns. We freshened up and spent the late afternoon and early evening shopping and walking the streets. The sun was setting so we decided to find someplace for a romantic dinner before we headed back to our room for a night of hot sex. We found a great bistro with a view of the bay and headed for the bar to wait for our table. We had a few drinks and then made our way to our table. My wife looked beautiful in the candle light and I was looking forward immensely to some intense fucking shortly.

One thing about my wife that I love; when she gets a few drinks in her, she’s an animal. She gets very horny and at times flirtatious. She is almost always very conservative and modest until she has some liquor in her. We were having a great time over our meal and I could see by the warm glow on my wife’s face that she was getting nice and juiced up.

During the meal my wife had been glancing over toward the bar a few times. She whispered to me finally that some guy was checking her out. I casually peeked over to the bar and saw her admirer standing there brazenly staring right at her. He was easily six foot four and from the size of his arms he was obviously in tremendous physical shape. I looked back at my wife and asked her what she thought of him.

Well she did not take half a second to answer. “Wow!” was about all she could muster and she giggled into her drink. I found myself not all jealous but instead I was getting aroused. The rest of the meal I teased my wife about what a shame it was that she was married. We laughed and finished up our dinner. After I paid the bill I told my wife that we should have a nightcap at the bar before we headed for our room. I told her to go grab a seat at the bar and that after I paid the waiter I would meet up with her after going to the washroom.
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Cuckolded on a Bet

I’m Jeff and this is how I got cuckolded for the first time. At the time I was a sophomore in college and lived in three bedroom house with two other guys. Nick who was an easy going nice guy and Dwayne, an arrogant black guy who thought he was the greatest thing on earth, especially when it came to women.

I had dated my girlfriend Jen since our senior year of high school. After graduation we both went to local schools, me the local state university and Jen went to the local two year school to get some of her prerequisite classes out of the way while living at home.

Jen was raised in a religious household with strict parents and a strong sense of good girl behavior. When we started dating in high school Jen had never even been felt up. Although we didn’t really have a sexual relationship, we had a very intimate relationship. I respected her values and didn’t pressure her because she was special. I never met anyone quite like her before or since. She lit up the room when she walked in.

After a while she began to loosen up and we began to fool around more and more. Finally on our 2nd anniversary she told me she was ready to lose her virginity. It was the best sex I had ever had, it was the only time I ever loved the girl I was with. Not to mention Jen was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen too. She is 5’5″ with long straight golden blonde hair, blue eyes, soft silky smooth skin, perky b-cup breasts with big pointy nipples and a perfectly toned athletic body. She couldn’t be more perfect if she were sculpted by Michelangelo.

So anyway back to the story. Dwayne was always making smart ass comments and bragging about how big his cock was, He never came in that he didn’t talk about some girl that was begging for it. He even whipped it out and made comments to Nick and me about its size and how we probably wanted it too. In spite of his attitude Dwayne could be fun to hang out with sometimes and could be generous or helpful too.

Jen didn’t like Dwayne at all. She said he always looked at her like she was his prey and he was waiting for the right moment to pounce. Although he never said anything in front of her, he often made remarks to me about “did you see how Jen was looking at my cock? She wants it bro, she’s got a fever and nigga dick is the cure.”

Of course I blew him off when he would start up, it was just his way of having fun trying to get me riled up. Little did he know Jen found him repulsive? If she had a fault, it would be that sometimes she got a kind of high and mighty attitude with some people. Especially people she thought couldn’t control their urges. She viewed sex as very special and meant to be experienced in love, not animalistic lust.

One night after going out with Jen it was like Dwayne was waiting for me to come home to give me hell about her. As soon as I walked in the house he started, “hey Jeff, did you see how hot Jen was for me today? Man! I can’t believe she didn’t jump me right here on the couch.”

“Yeah whatever man, she really wants you, and you’re all she talks about.”

“If she wants me in her that bad maybe I should give her some”

“Dude, seriously. It’s kind of getting old hearing this all the time. She doesn’t like you, want you, or care anything about you. She thinks you are a jerk and is only semi cordial to you because you’re my roommate.”

“Jeff buddy, keep telling yourself that, but I can see these things in a hoe’s eyes, and Jen wants it bad. I could have her anytime I want, and she will beg me to fuck her harder and cum deep inside her.”

“You are so full of shit, not even for money, she’s not like the whores you always bring in here”

I have to admit, it was getting a little heated and I was losing my temper. Dwayne new it and loved every minute of it. The more he enjoyed it the more pissed off I got. Finally I without thinking first I blurted out, “I know she wouldn’t fuck you no matter what. I bet you can’t seduce her, even if the two of you are alone she won’t let you anywhere near her.”

“Really; then prove it. Get her sexy little ass over hear and we’ll find out which of us knows her better”

“Fine, what are the stakes? You name it”

“Anything I want?”

“I’m going to win, so name it. It don’t matter what you want from me cuz I won’t lose”

“Ok, if I can’t get up in her I’ll give $1000 and you can drive my convertible for two weeks. When I get done fuckin her you will owe me $1000 and I get you motorcycle for two weeks”

“I don’t have a $1000, you know that”

“Ok, since I’m risking a grand and my car, I want value for value. If I get my dick in her even for five seconds with her consent I get your bike, if she lets me bust in her cunt you owe me a bj”

“What! Fuck you”

“Come on buddy, what do you got to lose? You know for certain that I won’t be able to get near your precious perfect Jen. Don’t bitch up now, show your faith in her”

“Fine, it’s a bet.”
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My Wifes First Threesome

It had been about six years since my wife and I had bought our house, and our guest bedroom was in need of a good painting. So, I hired a local painter to take care of the job. The guy had been recommended to me by a friend, and after doing a quick appraisal, he told me he could take care of the room in one day. “No problem,” I said, “we’ll be here all Saturday.”

Around noon on Saturday, the painter — Rob was his name — arrived at the house. My wife, Emily, greeted him at the door, and showed him up to the guest room while I took care of some work in the den. After leading him upstairs, Emily returned to the den to join me, sitting on my lap as I looked over some business reports. Nonchalantly, I grazed my hand across her leg, rubbing her thigh and continuing my reading. Emily was wearing this tight little miniskirt, and after a few minutes, my mind had drifted from what was on those reports to what was concealed underneath that skirt. I began thinking about the amazing sex we had had last night, and I was becoming increasingly horny as I relived those memories. Subtly, I slid my hand in between my wife’s tanned, juicy thighs, and began to edge closer to her nether-regions.

Upon realizing what I was up to, Emily quickly snapped her legs completely closed. “Jason!” she scolded, “the painter is right upstairs!” I rolled my eyes. Yes, sex with Emily was great, but sometimes, I wished she could be just a little less uptight. While she was by no means shy in the bedroom — she loved to suck cock and had demanded anal on multiple occasions — she was absolutely adamant about keeping our sex life entirely between us. She disliked PDA, wasn’t fond of nude beaches, and absolutely loathed porn. Basically, she felt sex and nudity should be shared between one man and one woman, without others seeing or knowing about it. Obviously, with this firm stance, a quickie with the painter upstairs was out of the question.

But, being a horny male, I persisted. “Come on, baby, just a quick one.” She frowned.

“And what if the painter comes down and sees us?” she asked.

I thought about this for a minute. Desperate to just get into those panties — sex or not — I compromised. “You just sit here and I’ll finger you,” I proposed. “If we hear him coming, I’ll move my hand, and he’ll be none the wiser.” To make my offer even more appealing, I slid my hand a little further up Emily’s leg, prodding her pussy with my pinky finger. Reluctantly, she spread her legs a few inches.
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Sara and the Frat Party

This was Sara’s first Frat Party and she was a little nervous. She had heard about how wild they sometimes got. She was alone and thought that if it got too out of hand, she could always leave and walk back to her apartment house. Her sister/roommate was on a date and probably was going to get fucked, so Sara was looking for a distraction. She really didn’t feel like sitting in her room alone.

When she arrived, she was greeted at once and shown downstairs to the “party room.” It was wall to wall people and the smoke almost gagged her. There was a pool table in the middle of the room covered with a sheet of plywood to make a table. Under it was a beer keg and what looked like a thousand beer glasses on the table, some full but mostly empty. Someone filled a glass for her and she settled back to watch.

Some couples were dancing to hard rock music so loud it hurt her ears. Others were trying to talk and needing to yell at the top of their lungs to be heard. Some were making out in the corners. She watched them and wondered how far they would go. Their hands were already roaming. She sipped on her beer and made small talk with a couple of girls nearby. She had to yell. She was not sure this was for her.

Soon, someone organized a drinking game involving whiskey and beer. Jugs were passed around and the game consisted of drinking as much as possible in as short a time as possible. She took part for a while and it was fun, until she felt a little woozy and dropped out.

In the corner watching her was a tall good looking guy. She noticed him and smiled and he came over and introduced himself. “Hi,” he said, “my name is Phil. You’re new here aren’t you? Freshman?” “Yeah,” she replied, “I’m Sara. There’s a first time for everything. I hope to have a good time.”

“Well, there is no way a hot girl like you could not have a good time here!” He said. She laughed and said, “Thanks, but as long as there are hot guys like you around, I’m sure I will enjoy myself.” She blushed and knew the drink was getting to her. He made a face and she playfully punched him. She was thinking that maybe this wasn’t so bad after all. She liked the way he laughed. She liked the way he looked at her.

“So, tell me Phil, what happens at these parties? I’ve heard they can get pretty wild?”

“They can get just as wild as you want them to, Sara, but now that I’ve adopted you, I will watch out for you.”

“Do you adopt freshman girls often?” She asked. “As often as I can, for sure. Where do you live?”

“My sister Patty and I just got an apartment over on sixth,” she replied. “Still learning my way around. Do you know her?”

“I don’t think so, but if she’s as sexy as you, maybe I should.” Sara laughed again and said, “Oh no you don’t mister. You’d like her, but I saw you first.”

“Ok with me, Sara.” This was sounding better all the time. “Hey, would you dance with me?” He took her hand and they fought their way through the crowd.

The music was louder than ever and even though it was a fast song, there was no chance of moving very fast. They more or less stayed close and their bodies touched as they danced. Sara was surprised that she felt aroused, but with this hunk rubbing against her, she couldn’t help it. She knew she was getting to him as well with her little tank top and short skirt barely hiding her tits and ass. A couple of times she thought she felt him getting hard. It pleased her. She could feel the drinks even more now. She pressed closer to Phil She was having fun! She was sorry when the music stopped.
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Fertility Doctor

My wife and I had been trying to get pregnant for nearly a year before we decided to get checked for fertility. Well my wife went to her doctor and was told that she was in complete working order so it was my turn to go get my seed tested.

What a dismal place that doctor’s office was. As I sat in the waiting room I was afraid I’d catch something just sitting there.

Finally after an hour the doctor was ready for me. When I saw the doctor it definitely lifted my spirits after sitting around so long in the drab little waiting room.

“Hello, I’m Dr. Emily Wilson. If you’ll come with me I’ll take you back and we can get started.” Emily said.

Dr. Emily Wilson is in her early 30’s with long blonde hair, long legs, and a great figure accentuated by the short skirt and tight blouse she was wearing. She was really sexy, and I couldn’t help thinking that I wouldn’t mind playing doctor with her.

Emily led me back to a small room.

“Okay, it says here that you’re here for a fertility check. To do a sperm count and viability test I’ll need you to give a semen sample.” Emily said.

“I pretty much knew that doc.” I said.

“Well, I’ve taken to saying it because you would not believe the number of men that come in here and fill the specimen jar with urine. Speaking of which, you’ll need this.” Emily said.

She gave me a little cup to catch my sample in.

“There are some magazines in there for…inspiration. I’ll be back to see how you’re doing in a little while.” Emily said.

She then left me to do my thing.

I thumbed through the magazines one by one trying to find something that would arouse me, but nothing worked.

After nearly an hour Emily knocked on the door and entered.

“Are you having problems?” Dr. Wilson asked.

“I’m afraid so. These magazines just aren’t working. I should have known they wouldn’t; I have never been able to become aroused from just pictures before.” I said.

“We have a room with a TV and some adult videos; would a video help?” Emily asked.

“I’m afraid not doc. Videos have just as little affect as pictures.” I said.

“Well it appears as if something is having the desired affect.” Emily said.

Sure enough my cock was starting to wake up.
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Gym

Cindy was ready for the weekend. She had been in the hot seat at every meeting during the last week. Her normally crisp business skirt and jacket were wrinkled from the 3-hour long planning session, which she had just left. Cindy began the process of putting all thoughts of work aside as. The physical exertion would help get her tired out, a refreshing shower and a good nights sleep should finish the job.

Her boyfriend, Kurt, was working late at the Gym due to the construction. They were in the process of remodeling and expanding the facilities. He would be off for the rest of the weekend and had promised to make up for the late night Friday by taking her out on Saturday.

The sun was setting and the lights flickered on in the nearly empty parking lot when she pulled up. There was a white van with ‘Matt’s Plumbing’ painted on the side parked beside the back entrance. Cindy gathered her bag from the trunk and made her way inside.

Kurt was sitting at the desk reading a fitness magazine when she walked in the front door. “Hi dear.” She waved at him.

He looked up and smiled. “Hello, I was beginning to worry.”

“Right.” Sarcasm filled her voice. “You look terribly worried sitting there with your feet propped up looking at half naked men and women.”

Kurt knew that she was just teasing him; she liked the muscle magazines as much as he did. “I need to do something while they finish tearing out the pipes.” He pointed out.

Cindy grinned and gave him a light kiss on the cheek. “I guess we can’t lock up and play in the shower since they are tearing the pipes out.” She teased.

Kurt winked at her, “If you are quick the men’s showers are still on.”

“I look forward to it.” Cindy took her bag and walked into the ladies locker room to change.

Cindy spent 30 minutes on the elliptical machine. Her tight leotard was damp with perspiration and her sandy blonde hair clung to her neck. Kurt passed through cleaning up some of the free weights that had been left out. She noticed that he watched her as he worked; the construction crew stole glances at her as well. In the mirror she could see her nipples stiff and sensitive under the stretchy spandex.

All the male attention was having its effect elsewhere as well, she kept remembering the occasions where Kurt had been working late and they had the gym to themselves. Several fond memories of the bench press filed her mind. Cindy could almost see Kurt’s generous cock dangling above her. Her pussy was getting wet as she savored the memory of his sweaty balls and thick shaft.

The elliptical machine beeped it’s warning that the cool down phase was about to start. The noise brought her out of her fantasy back to the reality of 8 eyes staring at her. They all quickly returned to their jobs when she looked around. She looked at her own reflection and noticed a growing damp spot on the crotch of her leotard, She realized just how excited she was, maybe she would ask Kurt to join her in the shower after all. She looked at the weight area for Kurt, but he had already disappeared.

Cindy stripped out of her exercise leotard as she walked through the empty locker room. She kicked it onto the bench and stepped out of her panties, dropping them onto the crumpled leotard. Her hands roamed over her sensitive body while she stooped to open her locker. It was empty! “What?” She exclaimed to the empty room. She opened the next locker, nothing. With a puzzled look on her face she walked around the wall of lockers to the next changing area. Maybe she was in the wrong section. She was quite excited by her work out after all.

Behind her Kurt watched from one of the showers. He stepped out when he heard the first locker open and quickly grabbed the leotard and panties. A series of lockers opening and closing covered the noise of the door opening and closing as he snuck out.

Cindy was confused and a bit angry when she returned to put her leotard back on. She froze when she saw the empty bench. Her mind went from angry to suspicious to excited in 3 heartbeats. “Oh, Kurt, you tease.” She searched the showers. All she could find was a single towel, no Kurt. She wrapped the towel around herself covering her flushed breasts and headed to the front.

The desk was empty and the front door had been locked. Kurt would be making his evening cleanup rounds before leaving. Cindy went to his office to surprise him, but it was locked. Then she thought, ‘if Kurt is locking up the workmen must be gone.’ She headed for the door to men’s lockers with an excited bounce in her step. She rearranged the towel to wrap around her waist, leaving her breasts for Kurt to enjoy. The lockers room was empty. He must still be in the gym she theorized.
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