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I had spent the past several months trying to talk my girl friend into a visit to the new adult book store/theather in town with no luck. I had all but given up on getting her to go with me when her 30th birthday came around. We had a great evening and she ended up having a bit too much to drink (my good luck). With little effort, I was able to talk her into changing into a short skirt and tank top, dowing two more very stiff drinks and headed to her very first adult book store. It was after midnight when we finally got to the store and I was surprised to find almost no one there. We walked through the book store looking at a few XXX mags and videos then I talked her into going to the back area where the private viewing booths were. Once there, we noticed a young man (late teens) just standing outside one of the booths. As we passed him, I noticed his fly was open. We went into the booth next to the one the man was standing in front of and began viewing some very hot prono. My girl was really turned on and I knew I was headed for some good sex when she noticed a very large dick sticking through a glory hole. It was the young man we had noticed. We both just stood there a few seconds looking at this huge hunk of meat standing straight out from the wall. Before I had a chance to say or do anything my girl was stroking it with both hands, she began to suck on it and all I could do was stand there watching her and masterbating myself. After several minutes the young man exploded in her mouth and I exploded on the side of her face. We never saw the young man again and we didn't talk about that night for several days. I must admit, watching my girl friend of 4 years service the young man was a real turn on and we are thinking of a return visit to the same book store very soon.

SEXUALITY: Heterosexual
GENDER: Female
TITLE: surprise threeway

I am in my mid 50's and if I do say so, I still have a body that makes men want to bed me down. I've been married for over 30 years and to be honest, the sex is not what I would like it to be. A neighbor had a contractor doing some work on her home and I could'nt help but notice two young men working with no shirts on. I found a reason to do some yard work one afternoon while these two young men were taking a break. My shorts gave the men a great view since I didn't wear any panties and my top really showed off my braless C cup breasts. They went back to work but I noticed they also kept an eye on me at the same time so I gave them as good a show as I knew how. When they were putting there tools up I assumed the fun was over and I went back in the house to start dinner for my husband. I heard the door bell and went to answer, the two young men that I had spent the afternoon flashing for were both standing there. I had never cheated on my husband before, just a little exhibitionisiam from time to time but now I was ready. I took them to the living room and took turns having sex with each. One of the men came almost right away and when his friend began licking my groin area with his friends sperm still warm on my pubic hair, I started to cum over and over. I began to realize that these two young men were bi sexuals when the one that came so quick, asked his friend to go down on him to get him hard again. Watching the man take his friends penis into his mouth really got me turned on. We never asked for names, and to this day I have no idea who they were, but we all enjoyed the day. Oh yes, I had my husband take me out for dinner that night.

SEXUALITY: Heterosexual
GENDER: Female
TITLE: home repair man

The appartment complex I live in has several maintenance men working for them. I have been watching one of them for sevaral months ever since some of my dirty panties turned up missing after he had done some work in my appartment. My last boyfriend loved to masterbate into my panties for some reason and I wondered if that is why this guy stole my dirty panties. As things go, needed the stove checked out and the office sent the same man that I think stole my panties. He had finised checking the stove and then asked if he could use the restroom because he didn't think he could make it back to the office. Of course I let him and then remembered the dirty cloths hamper was in the bath room. After he left I went in the see if he had taken anymore panties. On the very top of the cloths was a pair of my black panties with a huge pool of seman soaking into them. He had jacked off onto my panties this time. The more I thought about it the more upset I became. About two hours later I called the office and asked them to send him back because the stove wasn't working right yet. A knock on the door and as I answered it, I help up my black panties, looked him in the eyes and asked why did you do this. He tried to say that he didn't know what I ment and when I said I was going to report him, he broke down. He begged me not to report him because he would get fired. His wife would find out and his whole world would be upside down. As we began to talk he admitted that he had taken my panties before and some other attractive young women living in the appartments as well. I finally admitted that all he was doing was jacking off in womens underwear and thinking how it would be to have someone watch him while he did. He explained that his wife did not enjoy sex like he did and that he would not cheat on her, so this is how he satisfied his needs. I asked him if he had ever had anyone watch him do it or if that was just a fantisy of his. He said he was too ashamed to ask anyone to watch. I took him to the bathroom and pulled a very soiled pair of red panties out and asked him to show me what he did. At first he didn't think he could but then he put my panties up to his face and sucked on them for a few minutes. He took his fully erect penis out of his pants, bunched my panties up in one hand and jerked off until a stream of sprem shoot out and made a nice pool in the middle of my panties. Ever since that day, I have let him enjoy his little fetish several times a week.

SEXUALITY: Heterosexual
GENDER: Female
TITLE: Something a little strange

For years now I have been able to act out my fetish (outdoor peeing) in a number of ways without getting caught. My husband has taken pictures of me peeing in parks, on the side of the road, in elevators, on buses and the most exciting place of all, during the seventh inning stretch at a baseball game in Denver, Co. just last week. If you ever think about trying this fetish for yourself, I have learned that the quickest and safest way is to wear a very short skirt, no underwear, always set forward on the seat or bench you are going to pee from so that your pee doesn't soak your dress or run down your leg. My husband gets off taking pictures of me peeing and has tried to talk me into peeing in front two of his friends that have seen some of the pictures he has taken. I'll let you know how that goes next week. I finally said yes but only if all three of the men jerk themselves off in front of me while I pee for them. God I love this fetish of mine.

SEXUALITY: Bisexual
GENDER: Male
TITLE: On the Balcony at Sunset

The sun was setting, and I had gone out onto the balcony to watch it. The sunbed was stretched out invitingly, Petra having slept on the balcony after lunch before leaving for her rehearsal, and so I lay down on it and abandoned myself to the fast-disappearing orange fireball. The strains of Mozart’s Flute Concerto coming from my computer provided the ideal accompaniment to the visual splendour. Then the inevitable happened. When I’m relaxed and alone, particularly when I’m lying down, the little monster in my pants always makes his presence felt, as if jealous because he hasn’t been invited to join the fun. I looked down at my fast-bulging shorts. Masturbation was inevitable, but not here on the second-floor balcony which was overlooked from two sides by a host of other balconies, several of them visibly occupied. I would have to dash to the bathroom. But then I suddenly thought, what the hell! It’s my balcony – other people should have better things to do than stare at me on my private property. I undid my shorts and slipped them and my underpants off, allowing my erect prick to reach up freely towards me. How I would love to be able to suck it. I’ve dreamt that I was sucking it several times, and the feel of the sperm squirting into my mouth as my wet dream soaked my pyjamas was incredible. All I’ve managed to do while awake is to lie down on my back and throw my legs over my head and masturbate into my mouth. But now I would just gently, almost casually, masturbate as if it was the most natural thing in the world, which it is. The Ancient Egyptians treated sex as a perfectly natural act, like peeing and shitting, and as well as peeing and shitting in public, they also made love. They probably masturbated openly too. I’m sure they had a much more realistic attitude to masturbating than our society does, even after Masters and Johnson and Dr. Alec Love. So I was now going to be an Ancient Egyptian. I found myself actually wanting someone to watch me. Having moved to this flat only three weeks previously I hadn’t met anyone from the neighbouring buildings, so whoever saw me would be a total stranger. I glanced upwards. Nobody seemed to be looking my way. Come to think of it, why should they? My hand was now clasped around my prick and I was rubbing it up and down firmly but slowly, I spat on my hand to provide a bit of lubrication. Spit is actually better than almost anything, although Johnson’s Baby Oil takes some beating – and soapy quickies in the shower cannot be underestimated. But now I was masturbating for the first time in public – ostensibly at least. While my right hand was doing its work, my left hand stretched out for my sunglasses. While wearing those I could glance around at a possible audience without anybody seeing that I was looking at them. I could feel the sperm welling up in the base of my prick and so I slowed down considerably. I wanted this to last. I pressed my prick against my stomach and rubbed it with two fingers of my left hand. Then my right hand went down behind my right thigh and its forefinger gently penetrated my anus. Wow! I’m not going to be able to hold out much longer. Another casual look upwards – and this time – the jackpot! A woman on the fifth floor of the building on the left had seen me. She didn’t look at all horrified, in fact she looked positively fascinated. She disappeared for a moment and came back with a man, presumably her husband. He laughed and then put his arm round his wife and watched me intently. I glanced to the right. There was a boy, about thirteen looking down from the fourth floor, and as far as I could make out he was doing the same as me behind his balcony wall. This was fun! As long as nobody called the police. Or photographed me with a telephoto lens and sent the photo to the News of the World. But the tingling at the base of my prick made all the possible negative consequences of my action seem totally irrelevant. I started writhing. Orgasm was a matter of seconds away and I must give my audience their money’s worth. I heaved my thighs into the air, and with my prick pointing straight up to the heavens I ejaculated. Accept my humble offering, dear Lord! Fortunately, my balls were full and quite a good spurt shot out over my stomach. I dropped my backside onto the sunbed and rubbed the sperm into my stomach and chest. Then I turned over onto my side and pretended to go to sleep. Was that clapping I heard up there…?

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