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It was a hot, lazy, summer’s afternoon.   The sort you spend doing as little as possible, or like me, in the pool.  I’m not much of a swimmer, but the kids wanted a splash, the heat was oppressive and there was Katy.  That would be Katy, wife of Jim, mother of two, turn-on of one – me.  Having her bob up and down, reaching for the ball, ducking under water… plenty of chances to admire her smooth body and full breasts.  Katy’s no supermodel, but she has a sensual way about her and a pretty face, which somehow make her much more attractive than many more classically beautiful women.  So I enjoyed nipples defined clearly against a bikini top, ample opportunities to admire barely restrained bosoms, and occasional sightings of long legs when she dived.  We’d known Katy and Jim for a few weeks, and I’d liked the look and company of Katy from the get-go.  Jim was as boring and bland as they come – if he was a food, he’d be a boiled potato – and I kind of got the impression Katy was a little frustrated with his lack of adventure.  It had been an effort to persuade him out onto this weekend away.

But none of that was in my mind as I was treated to a view of Katy surging out of the water to grab a high catch, breasts moving magnificently down, then up as she fell back into the pool. Fortunately my own bathers were loose enough to hide the evidence of my appreciation, and I had taken care never to come out of the water, so to speak.  I noticed another guy in the pool shooting the odd glance.  Why the hell not.  My own wife was out of the water in a chair, reading, as was Jim, so maybe he thought we were together.

Of course, even perfect afternoons need to end, and eventually we climbed out of the pool.  The kids had their clothing there, but Katy and I had left our clothes back at our shared house when we’d fetched the kids’ bathers earlier in the day.  So we left our partners to towel off the tired kiddies, and started on the five-minute walk back to the house, pleasantly bantering about our skills with the balls.

Of course, I was thinking about fucking her.  Had been all afternoon.  But I had no intention of doing so.  I’d take my own wife later on, good and proper.  Anyway, I could admire the view, as, even the gentleman, I let Katy go ahead and open the door.

“I’m going to have a shower before we head back,” she said as the key turned in the door.

“Me too,” I rejoined.

“Me first,” she declared as we moved towards the bathroom.

“No, me, I’ll be quicker.”

“No, I said it FIRST!”

“Hey, look what the cleaner left over there!” I pointed towards the curtains.

Momentarily distracted, Katy peered over in the direction I indicated, and I took advantage of the moment to sneak ahead of her.

“Heh heh heh.”

“You think that was funny, don’t you?” she asked as I entered the bathroom and pulled back the shower curtain.

“Don’t know about funny, but I’d say it was effective,” I said as I turned on the taps.  “I’ll call when I’ve finished, shall I?”

Really I was in no hurry for her to leave.

Got the temperature just right.  Water flowing.

Katy was standing there, arms folded (breasts together), trying to pout.  Fairly obviously not intending to leave.

I looked at her.  She looked at me.  Eye contact.  I smiled.  She smiled.  Understanding.

I dropped my bathers.  Out sprang my cock.  I stepped into the shower, which was one of those bath/shower combos.  Katy just remained standing, arms crossed.

Began to soap myself.  Felt a bit odd, being watched.  But clearly her choice.   Grabbed my cock, turned so she could see it, and gave myself a nice soapy wank.  But I didn’t want to linger, so jumped out quickly and reached for a towel.

“Your turn.”

Katy flicked off her bikini bottoms in a move so deft it was close to magic.  Her top followed in the same instant.  Then she was in the shower, rubbing herself down.  I moved to the spot she’d just vacated and watched, awestruck.  She closed her eyes, lifted her head to the shower and let the water stream across her face, down her neck and cascade off her breasts for a brief, shivery moment.  Her pussy was neat, not shaven, but tidy, with golden-brown hair.  Nice legs, too.  In other words, quite a sight.

Then she was finished, and out of the shower.

I stood there, dry, but cock pointing skywards as she toweled off.

I wasn’t sure what would happen next.  But I sure as hell didn’t want to spend the rest of the afternoon trying to hide the canoe in my pocket.

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I had been thinking about Lisa day and night. Perhaps it was the nights spent alone in the motel room? Or maybe it was that the warm southern California weather had the women dressing in far more revealing clothes than the girls were wearing at home in Idaho? Either way, I had been feeling the need for some intimate female companionship.

I wrapped up my business and headed home a day early. The trip home was only a three-hour flight but seemed much longer as I anticipated the sex I could be having with my wife in just a few short hours. I hoped that no one would notice as the bulge in my pants would come and go while waiting to board the plane, the entire flight and waiting for my baggage. I arrived at my car by 9:30 P.M. If I hurried she might still be awake.

Lisa and I have been married for eighteen years and at forty-five she is as lovely as ever. She has sandy blond hair down to her shoulders, blue eyes and a body that shows no evidence of having a child twelve years ago. She is 5’7”, one hundred and twenty pounds, with small firm breasts and an ass that you can’t help but want to grab, all held together by her active lifestyle. Her beauty does not go unnoticed.

A while back, while doing some shopping, I was lagging behind while Lisa pushed the shopping cart. There were two boys between us; they must have been about high school age. Every time that she would stop and reach up or bend over to get something off the shelf, the boys would take notice and whisper back and forth, so I got closer to try and hear what they were saying. All that I could make out were several references to the word MILF. Lisa had been oblivious to her admirers but I filled her in on the way home and asked her if she knew of the term MILF. She had never heard the term and neither had I, so when we got home we looked it up on the urban dictionary. “Mom I’d like to fuck,” it said. The fact that she can get men (or boys) so excited just by her looks is a huge turn on for Lisa and myself too, I guess, because we spent the better part of the afternoon making love.

As I drove home from the airport that night I was thinking of how lucky I am to have this gorgeous MILF, and again I could feel my cock growing uncomfortably in my pants. As I pulled up to the driveway I was disappointed to see that all the lights were out. It was not yet ten o’clock. “Lisa never goes to bed this early” I thought. My son’s bicycle was as usual left in the middle of the driveway, so I parked on the road and pushed his bike around to the end of the house. As I left the bike, I noticed that the light was on in our bedroom. I figured that Lisa must have been reading one of her murder mysteries. Feeling a little playful, I decided to sneak around behind the house and bang on the window and scare the crap out of my wife, it would be a good laugh.

I snuck up and peered through the window. I could see that Lisa was not in bed reading as I had figured, but she was up standing naked at her dresser. I had to put my face right against the glass to get a wide-angle view of the room, because the curtains were only open about two inches. When she turned around I first noticed her petite breasts and the hard nipples that protruded from them. I moved my eyes down to see the well-trimmed, thin patch of hair above her sweet pussy. My dick was already growing before I noticed that in her hand were two toys that I am very familiar with. One is a hard plastic cream-colored vibrator about six inches long, and the other a soft rubber skin-colored dildo, the exact shape of an eight-inch cock, with veins and all.

Lisa laid the toys down beside her pillow and pulled the comforter and other bedding down to the foot of the bed. As she climbed into bed my mind was racing. Though Lisa and I know of each other’s occasional masturbating (mine more than occasional), it was not something that we had ever done in front of each other. I had brought up the idea, but to Lisa this was a very private thing. I had fantasized about her masturbating many times, and it was often the subject of my masturbation fantasies. Now as I was about to see what I had been dreaming about, I briefly thought about going in and not invading her privacy; after all, it would be guaranteed sex, and I needed that in a bad way. However, curiosity prevailed and I reached into the front of my jeans to adjust my now throbbing cock and settle in for the show.

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The night started like any other. When Jim got home, he asked his wife if they could get a sitter for the evening. His wife Beth told him she might be able to get someone and wanted to know what he had in mind. He told her he wanted to take the bike out, and if she could find a sitter they could go riding together. She made some calls and told him her mom would watch the kids.

A few hours later the kids were at her mom’s and Jim was getting the bike out and ready. Beth changed into her tight pants and skimpy little top. Beth was a very good looking woman, 5′ 9″ 110 lbs, blond hair, 38 D tits, and always kept her pussy completely shaved smooth. They soon got on their Harley and took off. They rode for a while, and when it started to get late, they stopped into a small local bar for a drink.

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It is cold, very cold, in our room. When I come in you are already in bed with the covers up to your neck. I take off my clothes and smile as I crawl into bed next to you. I am wearing nothing but a beautiful white lace bra/panty set and a pair of hose and bright red lipstick. I giggle as I hear you groan when I rub my leg up against you. When you roll over your lips meet mine and our tongues seek out each other with a deep need.

As my hand moves to the back of your head to pull you closer I feel your hand brush against my nipple and gently cup my breast. As you squeeze my breast and rub your thumb across my nipple, I can’t help but moan and grind my pussy against your leg. I can feel your hard cock rubbing against my hose covered leg and feel the vibrations of your moans on my lips.

I push you onto your back and slowly begin to lick and suck my way from one nipple to the other. I kiss and lick your belly and move slowly to the head of your cock. I hear the click of the lighter as I slowly run my tongue in circles following the ridge of the head. Running my tongue from top to bottom I inhale the puff of smoke you blow in my face. I exhale deeply feeling myself moisten with excitement.

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It was my man’s birthday. Tom was turning 41, and he was the most wonderful man I had ever met in my life. I wanted to treat him to a birthday he would never forget. I had been planning this evening for several months, wanting it to be absolutely perfect.

I had brought it up several times before about fulfilling the manly fantasy of having more than one woman at a time, but Tom had always blown it off and said he was happy with just one woman, as long as it was me. But when he talks to his buddies, he tells them how I brought it up again and he really wants to take me up on the offer, but doesn’t want to hurt my feelings.

When I started talking to his buddies, I asked them what he wants for his birthday. I would tell them how I wanted to give him the perfect gift, and I needed their help with ideas. One friend, James, finally broke down and told me that he really wants to fuck me with another woman too. He just never wanted to admit it, but the thought of me playing with another woman in front of him really turns him on. So my wheels started turning and the night was definitely going to be one he wouldn’t soon forget.

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As I walked into the room Sara was sitting on the sofa with nothing on but a smile. She asked how my day was and gave me a long passionate kiss. My day had just got a lot better and I was not worried about the reports due tomorrow. I had called Sara earlier in the day and told her about all the reports that the DM wants a week early for his meeting. I told her that I was pissed and would have to stay up late to finish.

When I saw her 36c and newly trimmed hair, reports were the furthest thing from my mind. Sara grabbed my hand and led me to the kitchen and told me that she laid out all the goods for me to cook a steak. As I started preparing the steaks Sara was rubbing my shoulders and my stiffening cock. I turned and kissed her and told her the steaks could wait, I could not. She kissed me and told me that I must and to hurry with the steaks.

As I walked outside to the grill I was followed by Sara, still naked and wearing only her smile. We had a privacy fence yet people could see over the fence from the second floor. As I put the steaks on the grill, Sara sat in the lounge chair and spread her legs very wide. Next she would take her fingers and run them in and out of her pussy licking her juices telling me how good she tasted tonight. I told her that her steak would be rare tonight and not medium well as usual.

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It was a lovely Friday afternoon. Most of my students can’t wait to hear the final bell and get ready for the weekend. The bell rang and school was out. But one student caught my eye.

He stood in front of my desk and he said, “Mrs. Daniel, I think you made a mistake with my grades?”

I looked at him and said, “What’s the mistake Chris?”

“Well, I just really put a lot of effort into this essay and I think you marked me down because you don’t like the attention I get from other girls during your class.”

I looked into his brown eyes and said, “I just really like you. I can give some extra credit work if you want to.”

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But then again, her raw energy always came across when teaching my biology class.

Her tongue ravished my mouth as my hands glided across her thin black dress and leg skin. She was a certified MILF. I could feel my erection getting even harder as I felt her soft round ass against my crotch. Evidently, she could too, as she started grinding her big bubble butt against my hard member. Almost instinctively, my hand travelled upwards, across her tight abs, to her breasts, and I smiled inwardly…

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