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  • — Women Only —
    Straight Female / 24

    I work with a girl and we have become friends. Although we did not grow up together we have similar backgrounds and we are one year apart. She has a boyfriend who has been around since she was seventeen and she has a seven year old with him. I am at her house and the house is quiet and we are watching lame TV and her boyfriend comes over. She is not interested and he starts to hit on me. One thing led to another and he has me on the couch and he forces his penis in me and lets go of all his junk without pulling out. I am not on anything and the couch incident resulted in me getting pregnant.

    He is a boyfriend, he has his life, his girlfriends from his place at work, he is maybe a part time father but not really, he comes over to get his rocks off and that is what happened that night. He gets his rocks off with us, why I don't know. I cannot for the life of me explain why I let him why I get hot when he gets on me and like a spring my legs fly open. My girlfriend who is also his girlfriend isn't much different, she is much more reserved and maybe she has been with him for so long that she pushes him away unless he gets insistent and then she lets him. We know that he also has other girlfriends. I guess at the moment you never think that maybe he just came over after having some other girl's pussy.

    We don't feed him so it isn't that.

    #43964 — Comments (2) — Apr 2, 2019 at 8:52 AM — That's Juicy! (2) Remove This.
  • — Women Only —
    Straight Female / 27

    I was 16 when I saw a boy dragged out of school shower completly naked. I was out on the hallway with other girls when some boys embeaassed him just for fun. I remember he had no hands free to cover himself and we all clearly saw his dick waving side to side. Never saw a boy run back inside a shower room so fast, after the dropped on the front lawn. Sexiest thing that ever happed in school.

    #43959 — Comments (2) — Apr 2, 2019 at 5:00 AM — That's Juicy! (4) Remove This.
  • — Women Only —
    Straight Female / 20

    A little over a year ago, I was 18 and got a great job at a fashion house. My boss was demanding as hell, constantly berating anything that any of us did or didn't do. She is a former model, was fairly well known and is still at 48 now, gorgeous with a perfect body that any teen girl would wish for. Her full brown hair falls about 8 inches short of her waist, it's thick, rich and full bodied. One night she told me to come with her to her house and we'd finish up there. We went to her townhouse which was incredible. There we settled into an office room that was bigger than my little one bedroom unit. We were sitting on the couch working for about an hour. She closed up the work papers, and leaned in and kissed me full and bold. It was a lingering kiss then as she opened her mouth I tried to keep mine closed but her tongue found her way in. After I told her I was not lesbian and her reply was that I was a lesbian had just never had the experience. I didn't know what to do and didn't feel that I could up and leave, I was stymied. She took my hand and I stood but resisted her pull. "Lets go upstairs to my bedroom" she said. I told her again that I wasn't a lesbian and she said that I was and pulled again. I wouldn't budge and all of a sudden I saw stars. She hit me so hard with her fist in my face that I didn't know what was going on. She pulled on my arm and I found myself following. "Please don't" was all I could say, at the stairs I hesitate and got hit again. Not as hard but my mouth was bleeding from the left corner. "Get your ass up the stairs, two levels" she pulled me in front of her and I climbed the stairs in tears. She was reaching and feeling my ass as we went up which made me cry even more. I didn't want to get hit again, so I just kept climbing.

    At the level of her bedroom, which took up half of one floor, she stopped, wiped my lip, wiped my tears and kissed me again, my tongue responded to hers out of self-preservation not lust. She stripped me naked leaving my clothes there in the hallway. "Claude will get them in the morning" she said and hand in hand walked me to her bedroom. She left the door open and sat me on the edge of the bed as she got fully undressed. It didn't take much time, she pulled her dress over her head, had on no bra and no panties. She wore a garterbelt and stockings and kicking off her $1000 or more shoes walked to me. "Kiss it" she said. I knew what she wanted, but staring at a perfectly trimmed but very thick haired pussy I just stared. A gentle hand to the side of my face which pulled away suddenly. I flinched. "Don't make me do it again" and I didn't I kissed her pussy. "that's it baby, just do what your lover wants, now take off my stockings". I undid the clasps and rolled down her silk stockings, taking them off her feet. she then turned her backside to me and again told me to take off the garter belt. I did it without question and immediately. Without turning around she said "Kiss it". I leaned forward and lightly kissed one of her buttcheeks, then as she told me not to leave it only half done, I did the same to the other side.

    Lying down she got on top of me, holding my hands together above my head, she kissed me and massaged my tits with her other hand, then moved it down to my pussy. Getting me wet she stuck in two fingers, got them really full of juice and licked them clean. "You taste like a 16 year old" she said. Then she moved up to my face, straddling me and set her pussy on my mouth. I did what I liked when guys did it to me, and she seemed to like it too. Through the night she ate me, I ate her, she scissored her pussy on mine and roughly rubbed us together till she came again. In the middle of the night I was awakened by her rolling me over onto my back and pulling my legs up. I was drowsy and almost thought she brought a man in, but then realized she wore a strapon and was fucking me. The sex continued with intermittent crying on my part, two more slaps from her, until I got some sleep. It was Saturday morning, and about 10am Claude came into the room. The covers were off the bed, I was scrambling for a way to cover myself up. Claude walked in on us both totally naked, and didn't even flinch, nor did my boss. He gave me my perfectly cleaned and pressed clothes. My boss got up naked and told Claude to go to her closet and get a pair of shoes, garter and stockings. She dressed me totally including the garter and silk stocking which she gave me. I found out later that the shoes and handbag she left me with cost over $3,000.00

    I walked to the avenue and hailed a cab. Before I left she told me to meet her at 2pm in the park dressed in jeans, white blouse, no underwear and the heels she gave me. I did it. She r**ed me and I allow it to continue. I don't get hurt anymore, and I'm very used to Claude seeing us both naked and in each others arms. I put straight in the description above, as I really still don't feel I'm a lesbian or even bi. But I did get r**ed by a lesbian, hit by a lesbian, forced into continued lesbian sex and forced into a lesbian life. . . at least for now.

    #43917 — Comments (3) — Mar 29, 2019 at 11:31 AM — That's Juicy! (6) Remove This.
  • — Women Only —
    Bi-Sexual Female / 19

    When I was 16 I volunteered as a junior staff member at a special dance and arts summer camp. At night I would often go jogging with my tent-mate. She was a beautiful staff member who was 17. She and I both taught ballet and dance to younger campers.

    At night after activities were over my tent-mate and I would put on running clothes and shoes. Usually it was just an exercise bra, shorts, socks, and our running shoes. We'd wear LED lights you wear like hats. We ran several miles almost every night. After we ran we would eat a snack and drink liquids. We would go shower, and clean up for bed too.

    One particularly warm night after our run I felt heated with perspiration. I told my tent-mate I was going to go soak in the lake to cool down. We turned off our lights. We quietly went down in the darkness to a remote lake cove. We undressed. We talked, soaked, and swam in the lake.

    The following nights after our runs we made it a practice to get some snacks and drinks from the kitchen (we were allowed to do that). We'd go to our place (that's what we called it). We'd undress, soak and swim in the lake, eat and drink, and talk sometimes for hours. We would cuddle in the water, hold hands, and look at the millions of stars above us. It always felt beautiful and romantic.

    We started realizing after soaking and swimming it was unnecessary to be putting our running clothes and shoes back on. No one could see us. We started wearing only our swim sandals. We'd carry everything back to our tent nude. In our tent we would slip on our bathrobes. We'd grab things we needed at the showers, and clean up for bedtime together.

    It's like every day or so we kept extending what we did. We started kissing in the lake, holding hands tighter, even taking warm showers together. We secretly pushed our beds together at night. We kissed a lot.

    I realized I was in love with my friend but thought about the feelings a lot. I realized I was bisexual years before. I thought it was fine. My friend said she loved me too. We just couldn't always publicly display our love. Camp rules. Sometimes when we weren't alone we'd still hug and kiss.

    At the time we put our beds together we also started not wearing clothes to sleep. I'd wake up feeling longing at night for pleasure. I'd wake up my friend. We'd talk, kiss, pleasure and rub each other. Eventually we were doing everything girl lovers do. We even ordered a small jewelry piece online one weekend.

    One dark starry night my friend and I took blankets and a bunch of other things. We went to the camp waterfront. We checked out a canoe, paddles, PFD's, and other things. We put some things we brought in a giant float bag. We paddled the canoe to our secret cove. We undressed and swam. All I wore was my special baseball cap (I don't know why but I thought it was interesting to wear my favorite hat) and sandals.

    My friend and I didn't wear clothes. We paddled naked in the canoe out to the middle of the lake. The water was like glass. There were some fishing boats on the lake, but the boats were maybe two miles away by the dam.

    My friend and I set out the blankets in the bottom of the canoe. We made a bed. We took out our snacks and drinks. We had a naked picnic in the middle of the lake. We talked and later we snuggled and kissed naked under the heavenly night sky. We pleasured, touched, and caressed each other's body. We sensuously kissed. I kissed my friend everywhere.

    I finally after the longest time sat up. On my knees I gently pushed my friends soft long hair away from her mouth. I could see her lips were becoming swollen from so much of our kissing.

    I gently straddled my friend's face. While my sweet friend softly licked and tongued me in my most private moist area I held on to the sides of the canoe. The canoe I saw rocked gently in the water, producing little baby ripples. The canoe made lapping sounds as I similarly and simultaneously lapped my lady parts against my friend's sweet pretty swollen lips. As my sweety nibbled I told her teeny teeny nibbles, soft soft nibbles.....

    I looked down to see my friend starring at my eyes. She looked so cute! I kept thinking how I was naked in just a baseball hat. I reached back. I pressed my fingers between her legs, exploring. I leaned forward so she had her tongue and lips lightly exploring my most intimate love area too.

    I trembled in excitement. From the inside edges of my sensual pleasure centers I felt it coming. I could tell it was going to happen. I closed my eyes. I opened my eyes to realize my head was tilted toward the stars. My breathing increased. I realized by breasts felt sweaty. I felt a red heat warm my breasts and chest as my face similarly heated in anticipation. I started to shiver it felt that delightful.

    It was joyous rapture I felt that night, one of the happiest memories in my life. I will always feel fortunate. <3 :o>8-<~o>-==

    #43829 — Comments (0) — Mar 21, 2019 at 7:25 PM — That's Juicy! (10) Remove This.
  • — Women Only —
    Straight Female / 34

    The long story short, I got divorced with two boys, eight and ten. My ex goes off with Miss Honey Bunny and leaves us with nothing but child support. I have no choice but to move out of our small house into an apartment complex so that my boys can stay in the same school district where I teach. I am not depressed but pretty close and I hate my life.

    My friend from school who also teaches there comes to me and says that at her church there is a widower who's wife died in a car accident and he has a big house and she had spoken to him and he told her that for the same rent I could have the upstairs for me and the boys. I am desperate to get out of the apartment complex and I go with my friend to check out the house and discuss the situation wit the widower. The house is large, five bedrooms, a pool, large master and a mother-in-law plan room and on suite bath, three bedrooms upstairs and two complete baths, one on suite, a game room, a huge house on a great street, large lot, garage, laundry on site, great kitchen, and he says that I can move in for the same rent I am paying and I can either go upstairs with the boys or I can have the mother-in-law suite downstairs.

    I move in, the boys love the pool, he has a ground crew do the yard and a pool crew do the pool and he has a maid service twice a month and says he will put them on once a week because I have the boys. After dinner, after the boys get sent upstairs, after the kitchen is cleaned up I am resting on the counter talking to him overseeing the backyard and pool and he gets up and goes to the fridge and then he gets behind me and puts his hand on my back and holds me down and with the other hand rubs my behind and works my shorts down and fucks me right there. The truth is that I did not resist or stop him or do anything other than help him get my shorts and panties down for his dick. He finishes fucking me and says that now the kitchen is mine.

    Well things of course don't end there I get fucked in the living room, in the den upstairs when the boys are at school, on his bed, on the bed in the mother-in-law suite, I get dick out by the pool, I am being fucked two or three times a week, I am totally given to him and whatever he wants wherever he wants he fucks me. We are up late one night in the living room reading and he says come over and suck his dick. As I am sucking his dick he says to me that there is nothing better than a fucked woman and to turn around and as I hold onto the coffee table he fucks me and then fucks my ass, it slow and uncomfortable but he fucks me and pats my back when he is done and says now I am properly fucked.

    Fall turns into winter and spring comes and he is fucking me two or three times a week and on my 'off' week I am sucking him down, it isn't sex, it isn't making love, it is fucking and every so often he slips out and fucks me in the ass, which I also enjoy. To everyone around, at church, at school, in the neighborhood it is obvious that he has his way with me. Last night he grabs me and presses me down onto the bed and fucks me. It is so good, my ex was a total zero when it came to sex, in and out and gone. This man knows what he wants and does it, no questions, no please ma'am, no are you o.k. with it, no sir he fucks me when he wants to. And I want to. Boomerang sex, lust, call it what you want, I wake up feeling so good, I look forward to my day and to come back to the house, I look forward to getting the boys thru the rest of the day and to bed at night and then I am all his for the taking, any way, any where, any time, I guess it is like the saying in New Orleans, Laissez les bons temps rouler.

    I'm alive.

    #43821 — Comments (4) — Mar 21, 2019 at 8:38 AM — That's Juicy! (9) Remove This.
  • — Women Only —
    Straight Female / 31

    I am 31 and I am in an affair with my boss. He is of course older and he is married and he has kids and all. He is also wealthy. I started working for him when I was 24. From the first day I went to work there he ogled me, stared down my front. I wore a dress one day and he told me to twirl for him, show him what I was made of. He didn't like pants, he liked my legs so I wore dresses to work. He moved me around from spot to spot, I got raises every time I moved. He said things to me, like he thought I was pretty, he liked my clothes, he spotted my new shoes, he gave some real nice earrings for my birthday, he sent me to a class for two weeks in New York. He took me with him on a customer call in Paris. He fucked me in Paris. I knew that when I packed my bag, I took things that he liked me to wear. He is a cotton panty guy, he likes me in cotton panties, he never liked the Victoria Secret look, he wanted a flash of white when I sat down or he lifted my dress from behind.

    In Paris a lot of things happened, I told him I loved him and I didn't care if he was married. I told him that my dream was to live with him one day and I could wait until he was ready. I wanted something from him, something mine that he gave me and only he could give. I never thought of a son, I was thinking of some kind of jewelry from Paris. But I got a son instead.

    He is not going to divorce his wife. I live better than I could on my own. I work at his office in a made up position of customer relations and everyone knows that he is the father of my son. His secretary of many years, she is forty three and is responsible for paying my bills, she gets the money and she pays the bills. Once upon a time when she first went to work there he banged her for a while but he told me that she just couldn't stay calm. I got the message, stay calm and don't ask to get married. She thinks she is my mom, I get tons of advise and she wants to help raise my son.

    My place is conveniently located, a nice townhouse with an attached garage, between the office and his house and he stops by for a quick one, or if his wife is tied up in some thing of her own he plays with my son. My son is three and he calls his father John. It hurts that he doesn't say daddy. But of course I have to stay calm. He likes me in a certain way, he has a thing for dresses, he likes my legs and he likes my boobs in bed. When he has sex he is expressive, demanding, he likes me more than he lets on. He likes me more than his wife. He can't control himself and he tells me he loves me and to take care of his son.

    My life is seeing him at work, sharing my life with his secretary, she takes care of the money. She can't fall out of love with him, I have heard that hundreds of times now, she is warning me I know. She hasn't had sex with him for several years, she did when he started with me but now it is me, so she gives of herself by looking after him at work and his personal things, and looking after me. And my son. I don't talk about our sex life, it upsets her but she does want to know that he is having sex with me on a regular basis, and I know that she tells him to make sure that he is paying attention to me. She is blunt, in an affair it is about sex and love comes second.

    #43809 — Comments (4) — Mar 20, 2019 at 9:04 AM — That's Juicy! (4) Remove This.
  • — Women Only —
    Bi-Sexual Female / 37

    My grandmother had a maid who lived with her. She was foreign and spoke English with an accent and when my grandmother went out we stayed with the maid. We, meaning my younger sister and I, were pretty obedient and we got along well with the maid. Then the day came when we went looking for the maid and she was in her room changing and we found her naked, she was a lot whiter than we thought, she had a big bush for a small woman, her breasts were small but with brown nipples. She stood there and looked at us and we stood there and looked at her.

    Without saying a word she kept getting dressed, put one leg on the bed and opened her legs and rubbed this cream in her pussy, and then rubbed the cream into her ass. Grabbed a pair of purple panties and put them on, her matted hair coming out the edges, she rubbed the cream on her breasts, and pinched her nipples with it and put on her bra and then she put on her uniform. She patted our faces as she walked out of her room and we got up and followed.

    She woke us up every morning but the next morning she didn't leave, she got us out of bed, stood us up and stripped us naked for our shower and didn't leave the bathroom. When we were done she got us out of the shower and dried us off standing us on the toilet and then she took the jar of cream she had used in her bedroom and rubbed the cream on our pussies and in our butt and on our pretty small breasts. From that day on the maid bathed us, washed our hair, dried us off and she used her cream on our pussies, butt cracks and boobs, we had grown boobs and hairy pussies and she still bathed us.

    I was fifteen when she gave me the jar of cream so that I would rub the cream into her pussy and in her butt crack, and used my fingers on her butthole just like she did with me. I went about my duty with a straight face, rubbing the cream all over her breasts, and paying close attention to her nipples. After I was done she kissed me on the mouth. Later that night when I was in bed she came to my room, by then my sister and I slept in separate rooms, and she sat on the side of the bed and she gently played with my pussy, first over my panties and then she put her hand in my panties and found my little bean and massaged me into an orgasm, kissing me deeply when I went into the orgasm, then leaning over and rubbing her breast across my face. I ate her pussy the next day.

    I didn't on purpose tell you what her name is, or how old she was when we first went to live with our grandmother, she took care of me and my sister until we were off on our own, and when I set up my home she came to help me with my kids. I could eat her pussy for an hour, I sucked her nipples and she sucked my nipples, we lay on the bed side by side and kissed, sometimes I would hold my mouth open a little and she would use her tongue to lick me and lick around inside my mouth, sometimes she just had to look at me and let me know she was my lover and she disapproved of my husband. My husband never guessed or if he did he never said anything, I was way too old for a maid bathing me, drying me off and rubbing her creams into my pussy and my ass. After so many years both my sister and I used the cream every day, even when we had to apply it ourselves. The memories of our days growing up at grandma's house are the best memories that I have. Thanks to her and I will always take care of her, she just isn't that much older than me.

    #43719 — Comments (2) — Mar 13, 2019 at 2:01 PM — That's Juicy! (8) Remove This.
  • — Women Only —
    Straight Female / 25

    One of my sexual fantasy is to live in a big house with four men. To sleep with them naked on a big bed and every morning the two of them do massage to every part of my body and then have sex with me. Later i would go for a shower with the other two men and have sex with them in the shower. On my job i would have sex with my boss everyday so he will pay me more than other employees. When i would finish my job i would go out with my girl friends and have fun together drinking etc. And when i would go home i have a shower with my four men and then i would have sex with the four of them on bed and then sleeping together.

    #43685 — Comments (10) — Mar 9, 2019 at 7:53 AM — That's Juicy! (10) Remove This.
  • — Women Only —
    Bi-Sexual Female / 50

    Going back to the early 1980s I had just graduated and I had my first salary job at the 'plant'. I was assigned to the boring entry level job and I met three other girls who were also there straight out of college. T, K, M and me, the group of four.

    T is a Daddy's girl, always has been. K is the college girl who knew all the football players, M is difficult, opinionated and religious, and me I was the baby of the four and the one with no experience, I had never hugged a boy. We hang out, we have lunch together at the same table, we go to the movies, and we start to explore. K likes to party and she takes us to this club, dark and expensive and the girls dressed in very tight short dresses, lots of making out on couches, hands up the crotch, hands down the pants type of place. K loves it, T sits back to look, M is outraged and I can't take my eyes off this girl who is being felt up by this guy and I get my first butterfly feeling in my pants. I don't say anything, I pretend to be fine with the place. That night I can only think about that girl and tear myself up masturbating wishing I was that girl but I never say anything.

    We go out together, the group of four because we have no dates and don't know anyone yet. We go to the club. K meets guys, she is friendly and outgoing and she has the look and wears the clothes. T hangs back, M is always objecting and I am always wet, I get wet watching K get her boobs into a guy, watching K's skirt slip up her legs, looking at K panties under her skirt across from me. K watches me and right there in the club she opens her shirt, she is braless and gives me a tittie flash. Later when we are in the ladies room she puts her arm around my waist and says that I need to get laid and she is going to find a guy to do it.

    There is a group of guys standing around and K walks up to one of the guys, an older guy around thirty and pulls on his arm and asks him if he wants a blowjob. She points at me and brings him over and tells me that he wants a blow job. She sits him down at our booth and opens his pants and takes out his dick and sucks him hard and then tells me she set it up and suck him dry. Embarrassment, K looking at me like that, T pushes me towards him and I fall on my knees and I give my first blow job, the entire time I am blowing him I am looking up K's skirt, her small panties wrapped around her pussy, her legs opening and closing as she shifts around while she keeps holding on to his dick. I am sure that she jerked him off to cum but he was in my mouth when he did. I had my first orgasm without masturbating.

    She got his name and number and invited him and his friends to a party for them at my apartment. K told me that I was going to get laid, I had to get laid. The guys come over, we have all sorts of snacks, we put the football game on for them, we have beer and K sits on a lap and T sits on a lap and I sit on the lap of the guy I blew at the club. M stands and her date for the evening stands up and gets close to her and she is the first one to get laid. T is making out with the guy, and the guy I am sitting on has his hands up my legs rubbing me and asking for tit and K is blowing the guy. K announces that no one gets laid in the bedroom, she and her date move the coffee table out of the way and she lifts her skirt and pulls her panties off and lays back on the carpet and gets laid in front of me.

    I loose all interest in the guy, I am so upset that K is getting laid, my guy pushes hard and gets me on my back on the couch and has to tear my panties off to screw me. I get screwed on the couch but I can't keep my eyes off of K. T is screwing with her date, she is all over him and M and her date who already screwed are standing around watching. After everyone is laid we sit in laps or beside the guys and finish watching the game. We had been at our new job four weeks that weekend and had known each other four weeks and we had our first mass screwing.

    But K figures out that I am hot for her and she approaches me the next morning and asks if I have a problem with guys, my guy pretty much has to force me to screw, she pulled up her skirt and she had no panties and asked me if that is what I liked, if I wanted pussy to ask. She sat on the couch and opened her legs with her feet on the coffee table and told me to get down on my knees and eat her. I loved her pussy, I just loved her pussy and she let me eat and ran her fingers thru my hair saying soft things to me. When I finished or when K finally lifted my face up T and M were standing there. No one said anything.

    The group of four is older now, we all got married, everyone had kids, K moved for her job with her husband, T and I lived in the same city all this time, M married and divorced and is remarried. It is a long time since we had our mass sex parties, because we had many more parties after that weekend and I always ended up with the same guy, always screwed by him and K always came later to give me pussy and to make out with me. K has moved closer now, she bought a house in a lakeside development, T is a widow and she substitutes with my husband, M has her issues, she is still very religious and opinionated and regrets the days she just let that guy screw her, her husband is like her and not any fun. K came to see me and after we had some cheese and wine she pulled me down into my overstuffed sofa and we had an afternoon together, her pussy is still that pussy I fell in love with back when we were kids, except now we do more than that, we lay together and kiss and tell. K's husband is a man with no imagination, but he made a lot of money, T like I said substitutes with my husband and he likes her a lot, and K and I are hotter than ever now that she is close to me. M, well M has her problems but we are still the group of four, we have dinner every month, we look after each other, we do not have mass sex parties, at most it is T and my husband and then K and me but we do it alone without an audience.

    In a perfect world, T should have married my husband, M should have married K's husband, K and I should have faced reality and lived together, because I was smitten by her and she has kept an eye on me. K tells me now that the day I first ate her she knew that her heart was with the wrong person, but the times required her marriage to her husband.

    #43676 — Comments (2) — Mar 8, 2019 at 8:50 AM — That's Juicy! (5) Remove This.
  • — Women Only —
    Straight Female / 52

    I am a 52 year old grandmother and work in sales at the local mall. I have a client that comes to see me when he is looking for a gift for his wife or his daughter or some other female in his family. This time he comes and says he is looking for a gift for his girlfriend. I look at him and he says he is looking for something nice for her, but not too nice so she doesn't get any ideas. It is her birthday and she is going to turn 25 and he was thinking of some earrings, nice but not too nice.

    I have known this man for several years and I have met his wife and once I met his daughter and now he is asking me to find something a 25 year old girlfriend, that is younger than my daughter. Since he mentioned her I asked him some questions, where did he meet her, was she really a girlfriend or was he pulling my leg. He assured me she was a girlfriend, like a sleeping with girlfriend and she worked for him and he was as surprised as anyone but she wanted it so he took her up on it. I couldn't help but take the wife's point of view and told him so.

    Move forward, that conversation that day and looking for a gift broke the ice in all kinds of ways. He brings me a gift, a gift card to a local restaurant and says that if I felt like it I could invite him. Oh, so now he is hitting on me. Well he does, and more, and basically he says that he wants us to go out. I ask him if his wife was ok with that and he answered the old standby what she doesn't know can't hurt her. And "oh, by the way, I have always admired you". But now that we are talking he talks up my looks and my grandmother figure and well while he is at it he tells me that the first thing he notices is my cleavage.

    He talks me into meeting him and he talks me into riding with him in his new car and he stops at the Drury Inn and says he has a room already and he really wants to get with me, that he has been dreaming about it since we talked at the mall. He is not a man without experience and I find myself on the hotel bed naked with his hands on my breasts and his lips on my nipples and his hand goes down to my thigh and up between my legs and he gets between them and gets in position and he gives me a full court press. The thing is so good that I forget where I am and I have an orgasm, an honest to God real sex orgasm. He withdraws his wet thing and I spend several minutes taking care of it, cleaning it until I feel like putting it in my mouth and sucking him until he is hard.

    We spend the afternoon at the motel, looking out the window from the seventh floor at the highway and the restaurant that we had lunch. His penis gets hungry again and after sucking my breasts and feeling me up some more he asks me to get on all fours and he gives me a fucking from behind. I enjoy it, despite the fact that I am too old for that sort of thing, he enjoys and tries hard to cum, but he has to get me back over on my back for that. I get fucked twice that afternoon, and I get to lay naked on the bed with a naked man. After sex I ask him about his girlfriend, the one at work that he bought the earrings for.

    He says she is nice, but she never shuts up and she wants to tell him everything and all he wants is what he got that afternoon, some serious fucking. He still sees her and he still takes her out but she is a bit boring to him. I ask him to contrast and compare, face, boobs, hands, blow job, missionary, doggie style, which does he like. He likes me he says, 52 years old and nowhere near as good looking as she is. He wants me, all 178 pounds, big boobs, blonde hair and blue eyes, thick thighs but he wants me instead of her. He knows how to make you feel good.

    I get a gift card every once in while, I say thank you and we agree on the time. We go to lunch and enjoy a good time and then we go to the Drury Inn and spend the afternoon. I haven't had this much sex in many years and he swears he hasn't either. He lies, but why not believe him.

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