My business meeting had run late. I was to meet Leeza an hour ago. She had talked me into letting her come along to my most recent company convention. For years I had gone alone, as most of the men in the company had done. But this year she insisted on seeing just what went on at these conventions. So, reluctantly I agreed. We had an early dinner together because I was to meet with the CEO of the business that evening. I...

As I walked to the restroom from the bar, I stopped and looked back at my wife. The dim light of the surroundings provided the perfect ambiance. She had never looked more beautiful. Not only was she beautiful, but so damn sexy as well. If she had not been my wife I would have surely tried my best to get her in my bed. She was wearing her short brown skirt that she knew drove me wild. Even at her age she still had incredib...

“Can I ask you something, Michael?” “Sure Leeza, what’s on your mind?" “Well at work today during break a few of us ladies were talking. One of them brought up the subject of blow jobs.” Michael smiled. “Oh really. You ladies talk about that kind of stuff?” “Sure we do. Not all the time. But if someone brings up a sexual topic we talk about it.” “Okay, what’s your question? “Most of the women said they didn’t enjoy doing...

Wife with neighbor "What are you staring at, sweetheart?" My wife asked as she peered out from behind the newspaper. "Charlie and the lady from across the street, Connie. They've been talking for quite a while and are pretty friendly, I'd say." "Imagine that, two neighbors acting friendly," Leeza replied sarcastically. "Haha, very funny, but I'm thinking Connie could be the mystery woman from our pool party we've been loo...

It seemed like everyone in the neighborhood had shown up this year for our annual pool party. Leeza loved entertaining and mingling with all the guests. I loved grilling and looking at all the sexy ladies in their summer dresses and bikinis. I had to admit that we had some of the sweetest-looking women around at our parties. Everyone enjoyed coming since we always had plenty to eat and drink. I had just flipped another bu...

Although we just had a wonderful night of sex, there was something missing. I needed more. I lay beside MichaeI thinking of how to tell him. I decided to just say it and hope he wouldn't be angry with me. I gently poked my husband. "Michael. Are you awake?" "Uh, yea. I am now. What's wrong, Leeza?" He replied anxiously. "Well, I was lying here thinking, and well, I think we should do it again." "Ok, but you'll have to giv...

It was finally 4 P.M. I thought the open house would never end. Crying kids, complaining old people and snotty young couples seemed to always find my open houses. I would make a quick trip to the ladies' room and then I’ll lock the door and take down the sign. As I walked back into the foyer from the ladies' room, I noticed the door was opening. I was too damn late I thought to myself. Another pain in the ass is coming to...

Dual Massage As I was looking through the closet deciding what to wear to dinner, my husband reached over my shoulder and pulled out a dress he had bought for me some time ago. “Why don’t you wear this tonight?” He asked. It was a black halter dress that was cut almost to the waist in the front and completely open in the back to the top of my butt. I had tried it on a few times but never had the nerve to actually wear it....

My husband suggested we spend the morning on the beach. We both had made arrangements for the afternoon. He would be golfing and I would be spending the afternoon getting pampered at the spa. We sat for a while as Michael admired all the sexy young women in bikinis. He admired, even more, the ones who had forgotten the top part of them. I didn’t mind. It would get him even hornier than usual and that would benefit me late...

No matter how hard I fight my sexual urges when I meet a stranger who gets my juices flowing, I find that I give in to my naughty side. Not that I actually fight that hard but I tell myself that I do. I’m sure we’ve all had these inner battles between our ‘good’ self and our ‘bad’ self so you know what I am referring to. Oh hell, just read my story and let your ‘bad’ self win. Cold air whipped across the snow-covered park...

A soft breeze blew across my body as I lay on the beach. It was not enough to cool the hot rays of the sun but it was refreshing. I loved the warmth of the sun on my bare skin. That’s one of the reasons Michael and I loved the clothing-optional beaches. I also loved them because I enjoyed men looking at me while I was naked. It was arousing for me to know they were staring at me. Michael was not as uninhibited as me when...

Alex and I had been sending messages back and forth on Lush for a few months. He always had very sexy comments about my pictures and my stories. I loved opening his messages to see what he had to say. They not only made me feel good, but it got me very aroused to know I could affect a man in that way. His last message got my attention more than any of the others. He had just read a private story I had sent him in which I...

I couldn’t sleep. I just lay there thinking of what had taken place just a short time ago with Michael. I kept imagining his hard cock between my lips, his hips rocking as it slid in and out of my mouth. I wanted him there with me. I wanted to feel his hot cum pumping into my mouth again. The magazine article said some women become obsessed with fellatio. All of what else I had read was very true in my mind so why should...

It was the spring of 1992 when I did it for the first time. I was sixteen, and my sexual curiosities were getting the better of me. I began reading articles on sex. Fellatio caught my attention right away, and the more I read about it, the more I became aroused at the thought of doing it. Sitting on my bed at night, I would read everything I could on the subject. One magazine even had illustrations of how to perform certa...

I peered out the window into the darkness. It was still raining. It had been raining all day. Today was my 45th birthday and I would be spending it alone. My husband had called earlier and said his flight was delayed and he wouldn’t be home until tomorrow. My daughter was spending the night with her best friend, Jenny. I poured myself another glass of wine. “Okay, I thought to myself. I’m going to make this a ‘me’ night....