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SEXUALITY: Bisexual
GENDER: Female
TITLE: Only for a friend
I'm 42, married for 19 years to the same wonderful guy. Never gave much thought
to sex outside the marriage until recently. One of my best friends was having
a lot of trouble in her own marriage and I assumed when she mentioned cheating
with another woman she ment her husband, was I shocked when she laughed and
said " no silly, I am having an affair with another woman". As long as I've
known her I had no clue that she was bi-sexual. All those times we changed
in the health clubs locker room and I felt guilty about getting turned on
by her large breasts and neatly trimmed pubic hairs. Well, as you might guess,
the more I tried to comfort her as she went through all the problems trying
to keep her marriage together, it just had to happen. We were in her living
room, her husband was at work and her son was out with his girl friend and
wouldn't be back until later that afternoon. When I told my friend that I
had been turned on watching her change at the health club she asked me if
that ment I was thinking about sex with her. I couldn't beleive it but I
answered yes without even giving it a second thought. We must have fondled
and licked each other for at least an hour when she went to her bedroom and
returned with a strap-on and thats when things really heated up. We here
so intent on each other neither of us realized that her 22 year old son had
returned and was jacking-off less than 10 feet from us. My friend saw him
first and let out a scream and when I looked up it was just in time to see
a rather thick stream of cum fly from his penis. Needless to say, we were
all at a loss as to what to say about the whole mess. As her husband pulled
into the drive, I suggested that we all keep our mouths shut and this way
no one has to explain our conduct and so on. Since that first time, my own
sex life has improved 10 fold, I'm sure my husband wonders at times why I
am so active in bed now but he isn't complaining at all. As for my friend,
she and her husband have been going to marriage counseling and I continue
to have sex with her behind our husbands backs and oh yes, no one knows this
but I am also fucking the living hell out of her son behind everyones back.
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SEXUALITY: Heterosexual
GENDER: Male
TITLE: Drunk women
(A sequel to "My spinster colleague") It was some months before I heard from
my colleague again. I had not been surprised as she had always been reclusive.
I had sometimes wondered whether I had dreamt the incident, but had found
the memory strangely erotic, in spite of the difference in our ages. She
had come on quite strongly from my impressions of her. It was now late hot
summer when she rang and invited me to come round and have some sherry. I
was somewhat taken aback but felt that I had better accept.// I found myself
a few days later approaching her bungalow with some trepidation considering
what had taken place last time. It was early afternoon when I rang the bell.
She answered the door and invited me in. I immediately noticed the smell
of alcohol and heard quiet voices. She ushered me into the sitting-room and
there were two other women with glasses in their hands and looking quite
flushed. They looked up at me with what I thought were excited glances and
appeared to scan my body especially below my waist. // My friend asked me
to refill her companions' glasses although I felt that they had had quite
enough sherry already. I approached them with the bottle and poured them
a generous portion. "Are you trying to make us tipsy?". "What hairy arms
you have", one simpered. The other said, "I expect he has a hairy chest as
well", and giggled childishly. I did not know what to make of these forward
comments from two elderly women on our first meeting. Had my friend been
talking of our earlier encounter? I thought that was unlikely. I was asked
whether I would like something stronger, perhaps some whisky. I thought it
rather early but did not like to refuse.// My hostess appeared a moment later
with a tray containing a glass with an enormous slug of whisky. I had a
suspicious feeling that this had not been totally impromptu. One of the women
said, "That should get him going". I sat down finding myself on rather a
low chair. The two women, I noticed, were wearing rather short dresses. I
sipped my drink and smiled weakly at them. "It's rather hot isn't it? ",
said one woman, fanning herself and leaning back opened her legs, apparently
innocently. I hurriedly looked at the other one, who was looking at me somewhat
strangely. I glanced back at the first one who was even more openly displaying
her "charms". "Are you looking up my dress, you naughty boy?". "No", I assured
her. I had felt a stirring, even though they were rather old. "Do I see a
bulge in your trousers, young man?" This was more direct than I might have
expected.// "Would you like some ice in your drink, or cold water, perhaps?"
said my friend. "It is rather hot and it might cool you down". I gratefully
agreed. My hostess went out and reappeared with jug of water with ice floating
in it. As she approached, with unsteady gait, she either tripped or was
unbalanced purposely by one of the other two. There was little room between
the chairs and tables.
The result was that she fell on me, drenching me with the ice-cold water.
I struggled up from under her, thinking " Here we go again", only cold this
time. "Be careful where you put your hands!, you naughty boy." In my haste
reacting to the cold, I had grasped my hostess around her chest, not having
been careful how I handled her. // Being hot weather, my trousers were made
of thin material and they became almost transparent. " I can see his pants",
one declared. Looking down I could see what she meant. This time it was not
white boxers but dark blue briefs. "You had better get those trousers off
before you catch a cold. Let me help", said the one who had possibly brazenly
opened her legs. So saying, she stumbled to her feet and advanced on me with
open arms. Before I could evade her, she had me round the waist and was grappling
with my belt. The second one came to her help and was attacking my flies.
Before I knew what was happening, they had my trousers around my knees and
my pants disarrayed. "I was right, you are excited," one said, meanwhile
giving a tweak to some stray pubic hair.// "All his clothes are wet, Mary,
we had better undress him completely". "Not so fast, let him have some modesty",
said my hostess. "Let him come with me to the bathroom, I can get him something
to put on". With some relief, I disentangled myself from my assaulters, and
followed Mary. "Here, take this towel, dry yourself and then cover yourself,
and come back in". I went into the bathroom and took off my shirt, shoes,
socks and pants. All I had was the towel to hide my nakedness. The towel
proved to be very small. It just fitted around my waist allowing me to tuck
it into itself, but it came hardly down to my knees. I rejoined them wondering
what would transpire. The situation was becoming similar to the earlier occasion,
only with more participants who also had already been making pointed remarks.//
I sat down on the remaining chair as my first seat was now wet. This was
even lower, resulting with me having my knees much higher than my hips. I
felt the gaze of all my companions. "He has got a hairy chest just like you
told us, Mary". Mary had the grace to blush, as this gave away her having
discussed our previous encounter. Had she set me up?// I modestly pulled
the towel as far towards my knees as possible while keeping them together.
All the ladies were lolling back in their seats with glazed eyes, obviously
under the influence of their drink. Their legs were all wide apart, no care,
apparently in the world. Suddenly, one woman was fixing her gaze in my direction.
"You are excited, big boy.". Apart from a small tent in the towel, I could
not tell what she meant. The direction of her looking though was below my
knees. In my concern to keep them together, I had not realised that my feet
were wide apart and she could see right up my legs to my genitals. "Mary,
you did not tell us what he was like. He is looking up all our skirts and
has gone all big. Let's really give him something to get excited about."//
"Calm down," said Mary. "Let us have another drink We should settle down,
girls". Turning to me, "While I get the drinks, would you see if you can
retrieve a couple of cotton reels for me. They fell and rolled under that
chest" The chest she was pointing at was in front of another. Getting down
on hands and knees, I could see the reels at the back against the skirting
board. I soon realised that they were too far away to reach just like that.
I lay down and tried to stretch, but still they were unattainable. I was
going to have to either move the front chest or wriggle under the front one
which had long legs. I tried wriggling. As I moved forward I felt the towel
becoming undone from around my waist and I was in danger of losing it . I
managed to hang onto it as I edged further under the furniture. Eventually
after several adjustments of the towel, I reached my goal and was able to
throw the reels out into the room. Now for the escape.// "How is he doing?"
I heard whispering and some intoxicated giggling. "Mary, come and see what
is happening". As I began to attempt to slide out of my entrapment, I felt
the bottom of the towel rise up my legs. I also had to thrash them a bit
as I could not get on my knees. I felt cooler around the waist region. I
realised that the women were getting a full view of my private equipment
and from the noises were enjoying it. I was making little progress while
becoming more uncovered if that was possible. "Shall we help him?". I soon
felt hands on my legs further up than surely it was needed. It would have
been perfectly possible to pull me out by my ankles, but hands removed my
last covering and were clutching my thighs higher and higher as I emerged.
Three pairs of hands had only limited room for contact so I was being groped
and felt up unmercifully. "What a hairy fellow and so excited". I must admit
I had been stimulated by the realisation of what the women could see and
then having the effects of being manhandled, I was now erect. I was becoming
more certain that I had been set up. The ladies were perhaps feeling safety
in numbers. I was at their mercy.// "Come and sit on the sofa," the little
one said, dragging me over sitting me down and then draping herself over
me. "My uncle used to sit me on his knee and after a short while his hand
would slip up under my skirt or dress and gently rub my thighs. I could fell
a lump pressing me from below , just like I can now. His hand would move
higher and higher until it was caressing my knickers. I would only get a
pleasant tingling feeling, but I found it rather exciting. We lived in a
more innocent world then." // "My uncle would hide sweets for me to find.
He used to put one in his trouser pocket. After I had found it, he would
ostentatiously put several more in the same pocket. I would have to rummage
around to retrieve them all, and in so doing would come across certain lumps
and a stiff sausage-like object only just the other side of the pocket lining.
I only had a vague idea what they were, but it certainly got my uncle excited
with heavy breathing. He rarely failed to do this trick, although always
when my parents were out of the room. Did anything happen to you, Mary?"//
"My uncle was very fond of my doing cartwheels or handstands. Of course in
those days we always wore dresses or skirts and it was revealing. He particularly
liked the handstands and would "help" me, holding my legs much further up
the thighs than was necessary and when letting me down managed to stroke
me through my knickers. On one occasion, he was wearing a kilt and sat on
the lawn with his legs apart. I was playing with a ball and it rolled between
his thighs. He would not give it back to me.
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While I was moving towards him to retrieve it, he somehow slipped it into
his pants. I was more keen on continuing playing than mystified by his action.
It took some sorting out as to what was ball or his organs, but my uncle
went red in the face and gave me half-a-crown! We all seem to have had
mischievous uncles. Still, we came to no harm."// They began talking as though
I was not there. "As we have him at our mercy, perhaps we could re-enact
some of our early experiences. What do you think, Mary?" "Handstands are
out these days. Sweets in trouser pockets are rather tame for us these days,
I would think. Still, I did not tell you all that happened when he was last
here. He got quite excited when I had put on some sexy undies." So she had
specially changed as I had imagined, but could not carry things through.
"What did he do?" "Never mind, but as you are in his lap why not try and
see if he wil be your uncle for the moment." // No sooner was that said than
my hand was grabbed and unceremoniously slid under my burden's dress. "Tickle
me, you naughty boy" My feelings were ambivalent. This could develop into
something interesting, but they were not exactly young. Mary had previously
become shy, having initially provoked me. Still, in for a penny in for a
pound.// I began to stroke her knee and then slide my fingers ever higher
up her thigh concentrating at first on the outside to see her reaction. "Don't
be shy, young man. Move around a bit". She was actively encouraging me. Perhaps
there was safety in numbers. The other two were watching intently. As I moved
my probing fingers to the inside of her thighs, she visibly flinched, but
then relaxed with a faint smile on her face.// I moved onto the front of
her knickers and found her mound. As I moved up her crack, she began to breath
heavily. I pursued rubbing at the top and could feel a firm little bud. She
tensed and I thought that I would try and give her a real thrill. My audience
had realised that I was on the right track from her reactions. I moved back
to the top of her thigh and slid my fingers under the elastic. Advancing
beyond the hairs, I found her moist area and the bud again. Now with no barrier
between my exploring fingers and her clit, I began to gently caress her,
and as she gripped my arm I extended a finger to find her hole. She was so
moist that it slipped in easily. I rotated the finger until it was rubbing
on the front of her vagina and I found her G-spot almost immediately. She
began to convulse and shrieked. "Oh, God, I have never felt like this before.
Don't stop, don't stop." So I continued to stimulate her and she orgasmed
for some two minutes before fainting.// My companions were rather taken aback
at this reaction at first, but then Mary said " If you can do that to her,
perhaps you could do it to us too. She obviously liked it." My first subject
started to come round, "My uncle never did that to me so well. I wish he
had, but it would not have been right then. You lovely naughty boy. How can
we reward you?"// "Never mind his reward. We have not had any fun yet apart
from watching these goings on. Mary, you had tempted him before. You go next.
Are you wearing your silkies?" "Yes. I will take off my skirt first though.
I want to relive the first occasion, although I would have preferred it to
have been in private. I do not know whether I will react as she did. Go on
young man, do your stuff."// I wriggled out from under my well satisfied
customer and moved over to Mary. Her eyes were on my tumescence as I approached
and reached out and took it in her hand. "Rub your thing against my tits.
Oh, what have I said?..." I complied, but not wanting to prolong the exercise
knowing that there was a third excited woman, I reached for her silky panties
and stroked her bottom as on the first occasion. Again as before , I stroked
her slit from behind. My progress was being watched keenly by the other two.
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I noticed that the third one had one hand rubbing her breasts and the other
one up her dress Mary jumped as I found her excited mound which was already
damp through the silk She clung to me as I sat beside her. I felt that she
would not want to be exposed so I slid my hand round to the front and down
inside her panties. She shuddered as I found her stiff clit. "Oh, this is
good. Why have I missed out on this all my life?" Like a short time earlier
I moved a finger up into her vagina. This elicited a squirming action from
Mary. She was helping me find her trigger spot unwittingly. She was really
wet and I wriggled my finger until I was sure I had hit it because she arched
her back and moaned loudly. "Keep going, keep going, don't stop." She thrashed
around so much that I could hardly keep my finger in her. Like the first
one, she collapsed and I knew that I had a second satisfied client.// "My
turn now". I was grabbed and almost torn from Mary's side. " Give me this
feeling too. It must be good from what I have seen and heard." I thought
that I would try something else on the third one as she had obviously stimulated
herself already. I reached up under her dress and hooked my fingers under
the top of her knickers and pulled downwards. This had the effect of tipping
her backwards and parting her knees. She was exposed to all eyes. I proceeded
to finger her nether regions. She gripped my hands and moved them over her
moist lips in a lustful manner. "Come on, give me a thrill." I managed to
gain control of one hand and inserted my index finger, rotating it as before.
I was successful in quickly finding her G-spot and in no time she was screaming
blue murder. After humping my finger a few times, she spasmed and rolled
sideways unconscious. I was alarmed at first but she came round almost
immediately with a smile on her face. " That was bloody marvellous. How can
we reward you, you lovely, naughty boy?"// "He is still obviously excited".
I found myself pushed to the floor and hands were everywhere, stroking my
every part but especially my genitals. "Have either of you ever had this
opportunity before ?" asked Mary. "No", they both answered, "but we had always
wondered what it might be like to have control over a naked man." They decided
to take it in turns to hold my now rigid member and fondle my movable bits.
" I believe that we should move our hands up and down to stimulate him",
said Mary. So saying, she did just that, fisting me. I had had such a stimulating
time for the last half hour or so that my orgasm came very quickly before
the others got their turn. Mary was in the firing line and was taken by surprise
by the first spurt, in spite of my groan which might have warned her. This
hit her full in the face as she was bending over me. "Eeuughhh!" She immediately
stopped stroking and let go of me. This had the effect of flicking the next
spurts onto the arms of both of the others who were "practising their juggling",
as they had said. " He is a messy boy." "Well, girls, we asked for this I
suppose" "Did you like that? You looked as though you did, you naughty boy"//
I lay there dazed. "We had better wipe him clean after we have wiped ourselves."
"Better still we will give him a bath. We can get really friendly then."
I found myself lifted up and led to the bathroom where the bath was being
prepared. " He needs a good soaping all over." "It is my turn to take care
of his naughty bits. He has gone limp but I will soon change that." I felt
the soap being moved far from gently over my genitals. I was grasped and,
slippery though I now was, my handler pulled down on my member, retracting
my foreskin. " Look, he has a red knob." She began to examine me and this
had the effect of my beginning to stiffen again. "He likes this." I expanded
and, "It's turning purple now" Continued manipulation soon had me hard again.
"I wonder if he will spurt again. We had better wash him first, though."//
Willing hands attacked my body with vigour. "He is hairy, isn't he? Look
at the lather on his chest" " Never mind there. I will have my turn and wash
his thing and between his legs." I was none too gently handled " Now we can
dry him and have some more fun" I submitted to being taken from the bath
and dried all over with special attention being given to my now very stiff
organ and appendages. " Bring him into the living room."// " Lay him down
on the rug." "It is my turn to handle him. I want to see him spurt at close
quarters but you had better warn us this time, young man." I was taken in
hand by fingers surrounding me from the end and rubbed up and down. "Don't
do it like that. We can't see what is happening. Hold him with your fist"
The process continued. "When is he going to spurt?" "He will take much longer
this time." "How do you know?" "I just do.... but look at his legs they are
stiffening too. I think he is going to shoot." I groaned and grimaced as
the hand moved up and down faster. With a louder groan, I climaxed to shouts
of glee from the three women. "Look at all that stuff. We will have to wipe
him this time. One bath is quite enough." My belly and chest were cleaned
with liberal portions of loo paper. " Isn't it slimy yet sticky? " "Didn't
you know that?" "I think that you must have been pretending to be innocent.
I think that you have been a naughty girl in the past." " I have had my moments,
but I was shy and did not want you to think that I knew anything". " Anyway
we have all learnt something today" " What a time we have had. Get your clothes
on now, you nice and naughty man. You have made us all very happy."// I did
not quite know how to handle the situation but it was taken out of my hands
by "We will all help him dress. Get his clothes, Mary" " It seems a shame
to hide his charms but I will put on his pants." My clothes were brought
and needless to say I was redressed leaving me exposed for as long as possible
by starting with my socks, followed by my shirt before my pants which were
put on in a very intimate fashion with much fitting and readjusting. My trousers
were equally treated to much needless fitting and adjusting and a general
sigh was heard when my zip was closed, or was that my imagination?// "It
is getting quite late, perhaps you would like to go home now? Thank you for
giving us such a show. You have been a good lad. We older ones do not get
much fun. Maybe you would join us again?" What could I say? I staggered from
the bungalow bemused by the events of the day. My trepidation had been fulfilled
but it had been a not totally unpleasant experience. Anyway, three old ladies
had had a thrill judging from their reactions. Perhaps I could think of it
as my good deed for the day. Would there be another call to duty?
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