Sneaux Day
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Posted:Feb 12, 2010 8:59 am
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Anyone want to come over and make a snowman, drink some hot chocolate, and take turns pummeling my wife's pussy?
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Perfect Bowl Party?
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Posted:Feb 6, 2010 9:39 am
Last Updated:Apr 18, 2024 5:7 pm
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What would be your perfect Bowl Party?
I guess I have one track mind but my party would include all the ladies would wear Saint's jersey and of course that is all. I would have two to three serving ladies that would be responsible for passing out drinks in collars and simple but risque lingerie.
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Its all about the accent
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Posted:Nov 22, 2009 3:46 pm
Last Updated:Jan 10, 2010 9:57 am
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I was already high on the heated sex in the biker chick's hotel room and could have headed back to my own room but instead I met up in the lobby with a number of people from the reception. After cramming 12 people into two taxi's, we bar hopped the night away and ended up closing down a martini bar with a great DJ down at the wee hours of the morning. The group ended up back at the hotel but not everyone had the pleasure of staying at the conference center/hotel so we all went our ways. I paired as a gentleman to walk one of the ladies back to her hotel. The chemistry had been there for the last three days in sexual jokes and body language so it was no surprise that the very sexual conversation continued over the three blocks to her room. There wasn't an awkward moment where we himmed and hawed at the door, I just followed her into the small hotel and stepped into the elevator with her. We were all over each other before the door slid shut, her dress was moist with her sweat and she was not wearing panties under that slip of a dress. I ran my hand over her pussy and slipped a finger up in her wet pussy. No one got on the elevator when it got to her floor and it was a good thing, my pants were half off and she was jerking her hard from her knees. We moved out into the hallway and she noisily sucked on my hard cock while I looked around for spectators. She left me with a hard on standing in the hallway while she scampered off her sandals still on the floor in front of me. She had told me to stay and I remember that french accent that had peaked my interest from the start. She ran back to be standing like a fleshy statue, she had a condom in her hand and unrolled it over my cock like a fucking pro. I am not quite sure why we didn't go ten feet to her room but she sat her ass on an end table and pulled me to her. I lifted her one leg and bent low so I could slip my cock up into her pussy. She started to talk dirty to me something she couldn't do earlier with my cock between her lips. I fucked her hard and fast, the vase with flowers rocking like crazy on the table. The thrill of getting caught was driving me crazy and she had abandoned English for a screaming guttural french tongue. I exploded inside of her and nearly fell to the floor. She smiled at me, pulled up my pants, and buckled my belt. She tapped me on my no booty ass and headed quietly to her room. I got into the elevator and never did get a chance to see her room.
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on my own
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Posted:Nov 19, 2009 3:42 pm
Last Updated:Nov 19, 2009 3:44 pm
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i love when my husband goes out of town for business. i am on my own and able to have some on the side recreation. i hate conversation when i want to be fucked. i am particular when it comes to man. there has to be chemistry. it never takes long to find that. i am lucky that there is a truck stop in town along with several male dominated restaurants. i hit up the local wing place monday night since there was football on tv. i sat with a beer and some wings and just surveyed the tables. my eye was caught quick but a built man still in his work clothes. he had work boots on with a blue work shirt, hat on his head. he had no trouble looking me in the eye. i smiled he smiled. i decided it was time to hit the ladies room. i made sure to make my way by his table. i stopped right in front and slowed down, caught his eyes, and waved for him to follow. he was quick on his feet. i waited around the corner then dragged him into the ladies room with me, locking door as i slammed him against the wall. one hand had his pants undone and down to his ankles while the other wrapped around his cock to size him up. my chemistry meter was right on target. this was going to feel great. hard and ready, he pulled me up after i slipped on a condom over his cock. i led him to the sink where i bent over. slamming into me hard he had a hold on my hair and tits. i was pushing my hips back into to him as he pushed his cock as far as it would go. he then decided to bridle my mouth with his hands as he fucked me harder and faster. i came all over that covered cock. i slid off and got on my knees peeling off the wet condom. i wanted to feel this man's cum on my face. i jerked that wonderfully hard cock til it spewed all over my face. with a smile i cleaned up and kissed him on the cheek as i went back to my table to finish my beer and wings. as i said...it is always fun to be on my own.
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Easy Riding Cougar
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Posted:Nov 4, 2009 7:10 pm
Last Updated:Nov 12, 2009 7:44 pm
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Little Update:
I have changed professions, again. The nice thing, other than the sharp increase in pay, is that 90% of my peers are females. I just attended my first industry conference in Philly and it was a fucking blast.
The first two days were rather dull but the wrap-up reception kicked off one incredible night that is too crazy for fiction. I knew absolutely no one so I didn’t radiate far from the open bar but eventually I found someone from one of my sessions and I started to strike up a conversation.
The someone was a 42 year old cougar who didn’t look a day older than 23. She was a few too many mixed drinks into the celebration and I believe to this day she was building up the liquid courage to go talk to one of her co-workers. She was a swoop neck blouse and some skin tight brown slacks but she just had that look of someone that looks more comfortable in leather chaps and a jacket. Her hair was long, long and looked somewhere between a flower girl and biker chick. I was right on the mark with my evaluation, he and her live-in boyfriend were big time bikers.
She would leave me standing there to talk to the co-worker that she was interested in or dance with all the half drunk women but she trusted me to protect her purse so I knew she wasn’t going far. She kept materializing with new drinks and I was wondering if she was going to get sick on me. I wasn’t motivated at that point to be the target of a stranger’s vomit.
I stood there milking my beer and she walked up telling me that I would accompany her to her room so she could collect her jacket. We were all going out after the free bar shut down for the night. I am a gentleman so of course I followed her up to her room which ironically was only ten or so doors from mine. I never did tell her that my room was so close.
The door was not even closed yet and she was on her knees with my cock halfway out of my pants. I hadn’t even had the chance to use one of my corny one liners or use any of my not-so-polished moves on her. She was in charge at the moment and all I could do was push the door shut and enjoy the ride.
She has great hair. That is what I thought as she swallowed me, always looking up at me for some fashion of encouragement. What more encouragement did one sword swallowing biker chick need than me pounding on the sliding closet door with my closed fist? The blow job could have went on forever but she was too tipsy, even on her knees.
We moved to the bed and I released how incredibly short she was. Height did not matter when she was face down on the terrible unhygienic hotel comforter with her perfect biker chick ass up in the air. She was marvelous for a 42 year old drunk and I fucked her. I can’t make it sexy or romantic and I can’t even say I made her cum like a fire engine but I did fuck her and fucked her as hard as I could.
She never grabbed her jacket and was snoring before I could toss the condom in the trash.
And the night was over.
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Dream Interpetation
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Posted:Jul 30, 2009 4:56 pm
Last Updated:Apr 18, 2024 5:7 pm
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I need one of those books where you can decipher your dreams.
Last night, I dreamt I was organizing an antique display down at one of the co-op antique stores downtown. The whole time our glam friend was talking to my wife and I. She was wearing a mid rift mesh football jersey and some of those running shorts that you always see on the college girls.
I would walk over randomly while aligning vases and depression glass, grab a handful of her ass from under the hem of her shorts and she would giggle. This went on for the whole dream and at the end I reached up under the jersey and squeeze her breasts.
Weird shit. I think I need to stop eating so close to bed time.
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In the Van
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Posted:Jun 13, 2009 12:35 pm
Last Updated:Apr 18, 2024 5:7 pm
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It is summer and with the start of summer comes a subtle change in the dynamic of things. Where my wife was generally up at the ass crack of dawn, she now waves goodbye to me in her homely but comfortable pink bathrobe with a ceremonial cup of steaming coffee in her hand. While I drive 45 minutes to sit in a small cube and enjoy two 15 minute breaks and a 30 minute, she strolls lazily to the mailbox on certain days.
My wife doesn't generally have to wait long at the mailbox until a non-descript white van comes slowly to a stop at our drive. She places the steaming cup of joe on the mailbox and is helped graciously into the van through the sliding side door.
She is naked underneath the robe but the construction workers already knows that, it isn't a surprise when he pulls it open to reveal her heavy breasts. He is the one with the strong hands, small penis, and addiction to nipples. She does not perform for this man but his hands do for her, her attention is the lanky man with the worn baseball hat, NASCAR addiction, and big cock. The cock is always salty with precum as he has thought about her the whole drive and she flicks it off with her tongue as Strong Hands works over her breasts, pinching and assaulting her nipples. NASCAR's big penis stretches my wife's mouth even though she has blown him so many times, she hums quietly and feels his nutsack tighten under the gentle scratches of her french manicured nails.
My wife moans in her own arousal as Strong Hands probing fingers find her pussy, she has NASCAR swallowed to the hilt and they all drive on. Not satisfied to remain still, NASCAR grabs my wife by the back of the head and starts to fuck her mouth, she gags on his big cock as his eyes close and imagine his high school sweetheart he left behind to find work in Louisiana. Along with his fingers that are slipping in and out of her wet pussy, Strong Hands has added his active tongue to my wife's clit and she is squirming violently under the pleasurable torture. Timing is everything in this world and my wife reacts to the cock in her mouth and tightening of the full nuts slapping her chin, NASCAR is going to cum and she is going to cum along with him. He fires his load into her mouth and she returns the favor to Strong Hand with her own sweet nectar, she tries to swallow it all but some drips past her lips and down her chin.
The show isn't over. My wife bounces up like a puppy and gets on all fours. She looks over her shoulder pleadingly to the passenger seat and a middle aged man with a slight pot-belly and a receding hair line unbuckles his seat belt and pants. His cock is long and thick, a tool of destruction and her pussy wets anew in anticipation. His trousers drop to her knees as he moves in behind her and he slams her face like the two she is into the lap of Strong Hands. My wife has no problems sucking the small cock into her mouth and winces as the Old Timer forces his penis between the cheeks of her ass and into her waiting pussy. There are no gentle strokes in or kisses on the cheek, Old Timer goes deep with each thrust and hammers her pink ass with his callused hand like it is a drum. My wife is able to slide her mouth up and down on the construction worker and lick as his nuts at the same time, a maneuver of carnal genius. Strong Hands busts into her mouth but she keeps on sucking, it is her turn to torture the man and Old Timer despite his ferocity is far from done.
The driver calls out "One block to go!" It is only at this point Old Timer shows his human weakness and yanks his pussy juice dripping cock from the and blows all over her back and ass.
My wife hops out of the van, grabs her coffee from the mail box, and says "See you guys Thursday."
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One Day Stand
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Posted:Jun 6, 2009 3:56 pm
Last Updated:Apr 18, 2024 5:7 pm
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One night stands are great and my slutty wife swears by them but I think I am now a fan of the one day stand.
When the brief meet and greet went so well behind the store, I decided to pop in on my new friend unannounced. I played it through my mind a thousand ways and knew that I could just say I was coming for beer. Ironically she was standing close to the beer cooler in some khaki shorts and a tight work shirt stocking sunflower seeds. I sauntered up with all the confidence in the world and struck up our first face to face conversation despite the fact she had had my cock in her mouth only a few days earlier.
There was a surprisingly easy chemistry with several chuckles, my eyes wandering to the tits I had splashed with cum not to long ago, and her swaying body language that marked her own building arousal. Not to make this sound like a sappy fucking romance novel so I will get to the details. She slowly backed to the door to the back of the coolers while scanning around for anyone watching. We slipped into the walk in cooler before I could even ponder the consequences.
Once inside the chilly confines and sea of stacked cardboard boxes, the attempts at idle and witty talk were lost on the necessity for action. I pushed her back with ease and yanked her shorts down to her ankles. She had done a wonderful job sucking me off in the back alley and it was my turn to impress her. I lifted her up on top of two Bud Light boxes and crouched down so that my face was planted between her spread thighs. She was clean shaven and the stubble tickled my cheeks as I dove it to slurp at her pouting lips and kernel of a clit. She squirmed instantly and I smiled, this would be absolute torture on her not to scream and bring her fellow employees running.
Instead of taking the subtle route to an enjoyable oral sex orgasm, I buried my face in her pussy and attacked her clit. Some people might not appreciate this rough assault of the cunt but she sure as hell like it. Her legs were draped over each shoulder, her heels digging into my back as she approached the quick orgasm. I could taste her on my lips and I tormented her a tad longer until she forced me off with gasping pleas.
There was no way I was going to sneak into a beer cooler and just eat pussy so I let my own shorts fall away and grabbed the base of my hard cock like a sword. She didn't move so that was all the acceptance that I needed, there is something special about being eye to eye with that initial penetration. It was perfect to watch her eyes go big before rolling back into her skull, she was a beauty to fuck and her demonstrative facial expression made me feel like a fucking porn star.
It did not take long at all for me to get close, her pussy was so tight. My nuts were slapping against the beer box and my cock was slamming home with each stroke. She had freed up her tits and my teeth were wrapped around one nipple when I lost control. I pulled out in time to paint her belly with two angry blasts of cum.
Losing all courage at this point, I zipped up and left. I don't even know how she cleaned my cum off her stomach. I will have to ask her next time we talk.
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Quickie Meet and Greet
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Posted:May 17, 2009 3:51 pm
Last Updated:Apr 18, 2024 5:7 pm
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In an attempt to not let this practice go extinct, I met a lass off of here on her smoke break. A ten minute window that could not be wasted.
The alleyway was made up of the back of the prefab metal building and a chain link fence. A monstrous green dumpster blocked the view from the road and a yellow mop bucket served as a plastic voyeur.
She stood leaning against the door frame clouded in the fumes of her own cigarette, I didn't even turn off my car. She was much shorter than I but we would work around the height difference when the time came. There were no words or at least precious few that I can remember now.
I left the door ajar with some soothing tunes from my radio as our soundtrack. Her awful green tee shirt was up around her shoulders and her hand on my cock before she could even toss her smoke to the side. I avoided her smoldering breath by locking my lips on her pouting nipples, her tits were huge and soft but her hands were small and eager. My cock was out in open air being stroked wildly by two hands as my teeth bit down on one delicious rosebud of a nipple, she squirmed so I clamped her against the door jam with my knee. It was my plan to nut on those huge boobs, I might hit her surprisingly in her face with my usual second blast - she wouldn't see that coming.
I released her from the wall and pushed her down on her bare knees to the tarmac. It was hot from the sun but ask me if in that moment of being passion if I gave a fuck. She had advertised her blow jobs as "World Famous" so I let her swallow me whole. Her lips stretched over my shaft letting my heavy balls slap against her chin. She lived up to her own billing and stroked, sucked, and moaned her way up and down my cock with practiced efficiency. She expected me to fill her mouth, she only had ten minutes and this her intent... finish me off with a mind-blowing blow job.
I had other ideas, the music was moving me I guess.
I pulled her up to her feet and spun her to the wall. Her tits swung with gravity and my urgency. I was definitely going to finale on those jugs. Thrusting her khaki shorts down over her thick ass, her height now became an issue. She was breathless and confused, I wasn't going to let over thinking logistics ruin the moment. I bent as far as I awkwardly could and slammed my dripping cock between the crack of her ass.
It was a miracle that I found her pussy with the first strike and I almost came inside her tight pussy. Her pussy was just as she had promised and it was clear that I was going to have no problems meeting the ten minute window. The only way I would be able to prevent cumming quickly insider of her was to go hard and fast. So I went hard and fast lifting her up on her toes with my wild thrusts, I should have reached around and played with her swaying tits. I should have slapped her big ass. I should have pulled her short hair. I just fucked her as hard as I could handle and as long as I could hold out which didn't mean for long.
Spinning her around for the second time, she instinctively fell to her knees like someone that had done this a number of times. She held her melons up, biting on the hem of her shirt to keep it out of the fire zone. I sprayed all over her tits, my knees shaking.
The second shot splashed over her small nose, pursed lips, and chin.
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Craving
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Posted:Mar 28, 2009 10:41 pm
Last Updated:Jun 5, 2009 4:43 pm
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I have a craving...
I want to fuck with no emotion other than to fuck and feel being fucked. I don't want to worry if I am doing things right or if I am making my lover feel good. I want to leave the niceties out and fuck on the spot. I want to control and feel controlled at the same time. I want to feel like a and be treated as one. I have a craving....
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Mid Week Movie Madness
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Posted:Feb 21, 2009 7:18 am
Last Updated:Feb 21, 2009 7:19 am
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My adoring wife broke up my mind numbing work week with a surprise date night Wednesday and my soul couldn't be any happier.
This was one of those "recession-its two days until payday" dates so we ate at home and headed off to the secret to me date location. I had a good hunch about what the date was to include so I drove straight to the movie theatre. There is a long back story to this movie which I won't bore you with but we had tried to see the movie two other times before with no success.
The climax actually came in the trailers at the top row of a nearly empty dark theatre. The wife couldn't get comfy in the seats so she distracted herself by trying to give me a quiet hand job. I used the huge tub of stale popcorn to shield the world from the little show but there was no hiding when she leaned over and took my cock into her mouth.
Not the best exhibitionist, I willed and willed myself to cum as she bobbed up and down noisily on my cock. Sure enough in Guiness Book of World Records time I exploded in her mouth and as she sat up six people entered the theatre, climbed the stairs, and sat in the seats right in front of us.
My wife washed my seed down with Diet Coke with a devilish smirk painted across her face. I half believe she had wanted them to come in earlier.
Thank goodness for recession dates.
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Random Travel Sex Vs Planned Swinger Sex
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Posted:Feb 14, 2009 12:03 am
Last Updated:Feb 21, 2009 7:20 am
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What is better total random travel sex or AdultFriendFinder swinger sex?
You are on a business trip in some hotel's seedy bar sitting next to a middle aged brunette plastics saleslady with a husband, two , and a golden retriever. You drink your local draft beer as she sips on her Cab. You start up a conversation only to find out you share a common thread in collecting vintage Garbage Pale trading cards, an adoration for Australian rules football, and mind blowing kinky sex.
You are unceremoniously ushered out of the "Lounge" at closing so the college student bar tender can get out of there and hit the books. Boarding the elevator you punch your floor and she makes no move to enter a different number. You stroll off the elevator and head down the hallway with the bad carpet, she follows. You say something funny like what are the odds you both are on the same floor and she chuckles. She is on the fifth floor stupid and she pushes you in your room.
Quickly you discover she is wearing expensive french lingerie from a boutique in Nassau but has left her panties in her suitcase in the room. You also discover she has a tattoo of a black panther from her shoulder blades down to the top of her heart shaped ass. She likes being called Susie, the name of her husband's ex-girlfriend who he is not so secretly in love with, while you fuck her doggie style pressed up against the cold bay windows facing the parking lot.
You exhaust a carton of flavored Trojan condoms and welcome the burning rays of dawn by firing a painful load of cum into her colored hair as screams out how bad she has been.
Now I ask you, is random travel sex better than planned out swinger sex?
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Does Money make you Attractive?
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Posted:Feb 13, 2009 11:12 pm
Last Updated:Feb 21, 2009 7:22 am
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I was thinking that if I won the 92 million powerball or a healthy portion of said amount that I would have no issue strolling down to the cigar bar and landing me two to three 18-21 year old fillies or trolls as I like to call them. Not that I would know what to do with someone with that much energy. But I believe the instant cash would make me par with Brad Pitt.
I was listening to this stand up routine last weekend on the XM radio and the skit centered around how everyone had a magical attractiveness number and one was only allowed to date someone one attractiveness number plus or minus one of their own number. Men could earn an extra half point with each hundred thousand bucks they made. Women were not left out of this equation as they also could add a half point for every cup size they add with a bust busting limit of a J cup.
So....
Does Money/Power really make you attractive?
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