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  “You have a lot of boyfriends in college?” she asked one morning. She was bent over, picking up some small weights. I caught myself looking at her cleavage.

  “A few,” I said. “You?”

  “I dated the same guy for about 2 years, but it didn’t work out,” she said.

  “Oh, sorry,” I said.

  “No, I’m glad. It was a bad relationship. He was too controlling.”

  We talked about men, moved on to talking about sex, and even teased each other about who might ask out the local trainer.

  “He’s hot,” she said.

  “I think he’s gay,” I said.

  “So?” she said, and we both started laughing.

  Sharon and I spent a lot of time together, going out for drinks, working out, and shopping. Nothing happened between us, that is until I got a job at another station.

  A few weeks later I was home, at my apartment.

  Sometime during my last year of college I had discovered that I really enjoyed touching myself. I know, it sounds silly, but until then I didn’t give myself orgasms, probably because I always had a roommate. My last year, though, I lived alone.

  I would take a warm bath, get nice and relaxed, then light some candles next to the couch. Sometimes I would just sit there, in the dark, and work my fingers into my pussy, and other times I would try to find some steamy movie on cable.

  This night I had my candles lit, poured a glass of wine, and laid down on the couch in my bath robe. I was thinking about my new job, and really needed to relax. I browsed through movies on cable, then found some really bad movie that was probably supposed to be a stand in for porn. (Of course they never are!)

  Still, it was enough to get me started. I opened my robe, and started caressing my breasts. I traced my finger around my nipples, and then moved my other hand down between my legs. My pussy was wet already.

  Then, there was a knock on the door. I almost fell off the couch! Who would be knocking on my door at nine at night?

  “Who is it?” I asked, before I thought about being scared or nervous.

  “Melanie, open up. It’s me, Sharon.”

  What’s she doing here? , I thought.

  I started blowing out the candles. “Just a minute,” I said. I closed my robe, and flipped on the living room light.

  “Going to let me in?” she said when I opened the door. She was in one of her business suits, but she sounded a little drunk.

  “You just getting off from work?” I asked.

  “Went to happy hour,” she said. “Chuck’s hands were all over me.”

  Chuck was one of the producers, who Sharon said had been trying to fuck her for ages.

  “I can see why,” I said.

  “Excuse me?”

  “That suit is form fitting. You always look so good,” I said.

  She smiled. “I’m supposed to be jealous of interns, did you know that? That’s what the men in our profession say.”

  “I heard that once or twice,” I said. “But I’m not an intern anymore.”

  “I think they want to see a cat fight,” she said, laughing. “But I guess that’s why I’m here. I wanted to see you.”

  “You want to sit down?”

  Sharon started to move to the couch, then said, “Nice movie.”

  I turned grab the remote in total embarrassment. “I was just browsing,” I blurted. “And-“

  “No, leave it on,” she said. “I masturbate to these things all the time!”

  I laughed, and offered to get her some wine. We sat on the couch for the next half hour, chatting about everything, and drank through my bottle of wine and into the another one. Whenever the conversation would drift too far, though, Sharon would bring it back to sex.

  “What positions do you like?” she said.

  I choked a little on my wine. “Well that was blunt!”

  “Just asking,” she said. “Why play innocent? We’re friends now.”

  “I like most of them,” I said.

  “Anal?” she said, her eyes wide, a smile on her face.

  I laughed. “That’s not a position, is it?”

  “Well do you?”

  “I’ve done it before, but it’s not my favorite, no,” I said. “You?”

  “Sure, I like it. I just need to be good and drunk for it,” she said.

  Sharon’s hair was put up with a clip, and she reached back, letting it fall.

  “I love your hair,” I said.

  “I’m not a real blonde,” she said. “But I’m shaved so you can’t tell.”

  “Blunt again!” I said, and we both laughed.

  “You’re better at staying brunette,” she said. “Guys won’t have jokes about you.”

  After the second bottle of wine was finished, we had the candles lit again, and the light was turned off. Sharon had taken off her suit coat, and thrown her shoes, panty hose, and purse under the table.

  “You want to sleep over?” I asked.

  “Sure,” she said. “Give me your feet.”

  “Excuse me?”

  She reached over, picked up my legs, and put my feet in her lap. I fixed my robe so I wasn’t showing her anything unexpected.

  “I’ll give you a foot massage,” she said.

  She started massaging my feet, and I wasn’t exactly sure what to do.

  “Lay back, and relax,” she said.

  I leaned back, and she caressed my feet with her fingers, starting at my heals, then moving up to my toes and back again. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up.

  “Feel good?” she said.

  “Mmm.”

  Despite sitting there, with another woman who I thought was very attractive, I had never thought about actually being with another woman sexually. Then, her hands moved from my feet to my ankles, then up a little further.

  I was buzzed, for sure, but that didn’t stop me from raising my head. I looked at her, and she had already unbuttoned her blouse. She was wearing a white, lace bra, and I remember thinking how gorgeous it was.

  I closed my eyes, and leaned my head back again. Her hands moved up my legs further, and I felt her untying my robe. Sober, I probably would have said it was time for bed - but I wasn’t sober. I let her open my robe.

  “You have a beautiful body,” she said. Her hands moved up further, until she was caressing my hips, and the side of my ass.

  “My breasts are too small,” I said.

  “Are you kidding?” she asked. “They’re perfect. What are you a C cup?”

  “Full B,” I said.

  It was sexual small talk, but I didn’t mind.

  When I looked up again, Sharon’s blouse was on the floor, and her bra with it. Her breasts were huge. I don’t mean that in a bad way, they were shaped perfectly for her body. Her blonde hair fell over her shoulders as she moved up, and spread my legs apart.

  “You want me to stop?” she asked.

  I hesitated, just for a second. “No.”

  She started massaging my pussy, and as she did so, I could feel her tongue tracing a line from my knee, down my left leg toward where I was getting very wet.

  I moaned, and she started licking my pussy. At first she was very gentle and slow, but then she started licking faster and faster, and my hips started moving with her tongue. Then, she slowed down again, and I heard a little buzzing sound.

  I raised my head, and opened my eyes.

  “You like?” she asked. She was holding a dildo. It was a good size too. She must have had it in her purse.

  She didn’t wait for me to answer, instead her tongue was back between my legs. I started moving my hips again, the pleasure flowing from one tip of my body to the other. I looked up again, and the dildo had disappeared. Then I felt her push it into me.

  My pussy was wet, her tongue was licking my clit, and the dildo inside me set my body on fire.

  “Fuck me,” I said. “Fuck me with that dick.”

  Sharon started pushing the dildo hard into me, and I shoved my hips forwa
rd, over and over again.

  “Oh my god,” I said. “It feels so good inside me.”

  My body shook as an orgasm seemed to come out of nowhere, and I threw my hands to her head, holding her face in my wet pussy. As the orgasm subsided, I gently pushed her head back.

  “Too much,” I said. “Oh my god, that was too much.”

  Sharon didn’t say anything, but took the dildo out of my pussy, and lifted up her skirt. She pulled off her panties, then climbed on top of me. I knew what she was going to do.

  She straddled my body, then worked her way up, until her shaved pussy was almost in my face. She leaned forward, putting her hands on the armrest of the couch.

  I had never licked another woman’s pussy before, but I didn’t resist. I wanted to please her.

  I parted her lips with my fingers, and starting licking her clit in an up and down motion.

  “Put your hands on my ass,” she said.

  I moved my hands under her, and grabbed her ass as I felt her juices start to flow into my mouth. Within moments, she was thrusting her clit into my face. She moved up, so that the inside of her legs were touching my cheeks, and she started pushing my head into her pussy.

  I moved my tongue and tasted her juices, looking up at her as she placed her hands on her tits.

  She thrust her hips forward, her pussy fucking my face hard. “I’m going to cum,” she said.

  She moaned loudly, and said, “Lick my pussy! Oh. Oh. Oh.”

  Her thrusting subsided, and she moved back down the couch.

  “You’ve done that before,” she said.

  I wiped her juices from my face with my robe. “Actually I haven’t.”

  “Can I pass out now?” she asked.

  “Blunt as always!” I laughed.

  Sharon and I messed around after that several times, until each of us got a boyfriend. Eventually I moved to a city about two hours away, but we still keep in touch. Feel free to email me back anytime. I want to hear more about you and Jeff!

  - Melanie

  David wrote to tell us how his wife wanted to spice up their sex life. It sounds like she did a pretty good job of it!

  Not So Boring Anymore

  Dallas-

  My wife and I have never had a problem with how much sex we have, but after a few years I can sympathize with couples who think that things get ‘boring’. About a year ago we were at that stage, and I’m happy to say my wife solved it very quickly! I had been spending more and more late nights looking at porn, and eventually I joined the forums. I started posting, and asking other guys how they got their wives to be more kinky. Many of them had wives posting pictures, and even sexy videos. I wanted to make things hotter with my wife, but I wasn’t sure how to go about it. As it turned out, all I really needed to do was let her know what I wanted.

  One afternoon I got a call at work.

  “Can you come home, David?” Sheila asked.

  “What’s wrong?” I asked. “Why aren’t you at work?”

  “I wasn’t feeling well, and I need you to come home.”

  This didn’t sound like her at all, so I logged out of my computer and headed home. On the way, I wiped some sweat from my forehead, realizing that I was nervous. Something just wasn’t right. Sheila was what many considered prim and proper. She was an elementary school teacher, never missed work, and hardly ever talked about our sex life in public. She was just conservative about those things remaining private. Don’t get me wrong. Sheila is not a prude. She wears sexy outfits because it turns me on, and we’ve gotten kinky now and again. But when I started dropping hints that I wanted to take some sexy pictures of her, I wasn’t sure she was receptive to the idea. Today, though, those fantasies were the furthest thing from my mind.

  I pulled the car in the garage, and headed into the kitchen.

  “Sheila?”

  “I’m in the bedroom,” she said.

  I noticed a half drank bottle of wine on the counter, then I almost bolted up the stairs, and through the bedroom door. My chin nearly dropped and hit my feet.

  “You’re wearing…um..”

  “A bustier?” she said. It was black, shiny, and form fitting. “Or did you mean the heels?”

  “Or…the thong?” I asked.

  When I said she was normally conservative, I meant it. Sheila was the cute, girl next door type. Definitely attractive, but she never showed it. She wore blouses buttoned up to the neck on most days, along with business type pants and comfortable shoes. Now she was in an outfit that made me think she had a past life as a stripper.

  From head to toe, she was hot. Her lipstick was fire red, the bustier made my cock want to get into her cleavage, and she wore a thong and fuck-me-pumps to top it all off. It made her look, well, sexy as hell.

  “Are you ready to fuck?” she asked. This was not the elementary school teacher I married, and I didn’t mind the change one bit.

  I started pulling off my shoes, and unbuttoned my shirt. Sheila walked like a cat around the bed. For the first time I noticed the shades were drawn, and she had candles lit. Then something else.

  I paused, a little stunned. “You’ve got the laptop next to the bed?” I asked.

  “I noticed you’ve been spending more time looking at porn,” she said.

  I wanted an excuse, or to deny it, but she cut me off.

  “Don’t worry, I’m not upset. I just thought we might have some porn of our own.”

  “You want to shoot a video of us?” I asked.

  “No, I’m broadcasting a video of us,” she said.

  “What?”

  “I joined that private forum you like, under my own name,” she said. “I’ve already started a live chat, and there are about fifty horny men jacking off right now to this. Some of them didn’t believe it was for real.”

  I went over to the laptop, and sure enough, there was a little window open, and there was my face, looking back at me. Three other boxes were open as well, all showing live video streams of men rubbing their hard cocks. A chat box was open underneath.

  “FUCK HER DUDE,” one guy typed.

  “WE WANT TO SEE THIS,” another said.

  “THIS IS HOT,” still another said. It went on and on.

  “What brought all this on?” I asked.

  “Later,” she said. I turned around and my wife was on her hands and knees on the bed. “Take your pants off so I can suck your cock baby…oh, and make sure our fans can see me do this.”

  I didn’t argue.

  I got up on the bed, and made sure the camera could see, then stood with my cock right in front of my wife’s red painted lips. She stuck her tongue out, and licked the head of my cock.

  Looking down at my wife, I really couldn’t believe it. She had sucked me plenty of times, but never like this, and certainly not on camera. I looked over at the screen. The men on the videos were all jacking themselves off. But what really turned me on was knowing they were getting off looking at Sheila. At Sheila! My next door wife!

  “SUCK THAT COCK!” the chat window said.

  “TAKE IT IN YOUR THROAT SLUT,” another one said.

  I looked back at Sheila as she took me in her mouth. My cock slid in so nicely, and she starting jerking me off with her right hand in a nice rhythm.

  “Oh shit,” I said. “This is unbelievable.”

  I watched as Sheila opened her mouth wide, and the shaft of my cock disappeared all the way into her mouth. She was giving me the best blowjob I could ever remember. I felt pressure building up inside my dick, and knew I would ejaculate in her mouth soon. She must have felt it.

  “Not yet,” she said, as she moved to the side of the bed. “Mmm…I could taste your precum.”

  Sheila was right in front of the camera, her face and chest nice and clear in the video window. She started unfastening little clasps running down the middle of her bustier. She started at her cleavage, then when she was done, threw it on the floor. She pushed her tits together for the camera, and licked her lips.
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br />   One of the cocks on the videos blew his load right there.

  She leaned forward and typed in the chat window. “This is the first time anyone besides hubby has seen these tits!”

  The chat room went wild.

  She turned around, and put her ass right to the camera, and shook her pumps at the spying men. Slowly, she pulled down her thong, showing everyone in the chat room her nice ass and a full shot of her pussy. She just held it there for at least thirty seconds, looking back at the camera and smiling.

  I was laying on the bed, hard as a rock, still in disbelief. Her half full wine glass was next to the bed, and I drank what was left in one shot.

  She looked at me. “You want me to ride you with these pumps on?”

  “Yes,” I stammered.

  She turned the laptop a little to the left, so that the view was right where she would get on top of me.

  “I’m going to let you fuck me good,” she said. “I want to ride your cock, and let all those men get off on it.”

  “Damn,” I said.

  Sheila got on top of me, and guided my hard cock into her cunt. She was wet, and it was fucking hot inside her pussy as I felt her coming down onto it. She moved her hips back and forth, until I was all the way inside her, then she leaned back, and starting rubbing her own tits.

  I looked at the laptop. She had moved the camera perfectly. All you could see was my sexy school teacher wife, her tits and face in plain view, riding on top of my cock.

  She started bouncing up and down on my cock, and I couldn’t help but reach up and squeeze those tits. They were the perfect size. I know there’s a cliché about more than a handful is too much, but that’s bullshit. My wife’s tits are too big to hold in my hands, and I love it.

  She kept fucking me, and I knew I was going to explode soon.

  “Oh shit,” I said. I thrust my hips harder, and grabbed her hips as well, forcing her down again and again on my cock.

  I looked at her, and she was staring right at the chat room.

  “Those men are fucking watching us,” she said. “I’m so fucking wet.”

  She reached down and starting rubbing her clit, and just then I exploded inside her wet cunt.

  “I’m cumming! Fuck yes, I’m cumming inside you!”