JustFantasies

There are some things I fantasise about. Mostly transgressive things. Not necessarily my own but ones I imagine others having. Not necessarily things I would do - or even want to actually happen. That's why they're fantasies. This means mature content and not for Under-18s

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It was a hot day last August and we were saying goodbye to Stephen. When I was 43 I lost my job with the Council. My husband is in a well-paid position and our daughter had moved out so I decided to set up my own business running a café in our local High Street. Stephen was there from the beginning. Seventeen years old and straight out of school he worked in the back room doing the computer stuff and making up orders etc. Now, four years on, he had grown from a boy to a good-looking young man and was leaving to start a college course in IT. 

At the end of his last day, at 5:00, we locked up and did the usual clearing up. Then I opened a bottle of Prosecco and poured a glass each for myself, Stephen, Kelly and Marie - our two waitresses. We toasted Stephen’s future and chatted for a while before the girls slipped away through the back door and Stephen and I were alone. Over another glass we talked about the last four years and about how we would miss each other until at last he put his glass down and said “I suppose that’s it then.

It was only meant to be a motherly hug. Honest. I put my arms around him and somehow, instead of a matronly kiss on the cheek I planted my lips firmly on his. Moments later our tongues were thrashing against each other. They say that when women get to my age our hormones do funny things. Mine were now thoroughly in control as I pulled his t-shirt out of his pants and started to caress his taut young abdomen. In response he unbuttoned my blouse and began kneading my small but sensitive breasts, my nipples throbbing as they hardened under his hands. Pulling his shirt up and over his head I stroked his hair as his head descended to my chest and his teeth nibbled my aching nipples.

Lost in the urgency of the moment I feverishly unfastened his pants and pushed them down over his young, muscular arse. His cock was already mostly hard and I wrapped my mature hand around it, stroking it to full rigidity. In that moment nothing existed - not my husband, the café, the fact I was a quarter of a century older than him - other than the need to feel him inside me. Moments later he had hitched my skirt up to my waist. He lifted me and planted my bum on one of the tables then I felt his fingers pulling on my panties. I raised my hips and let him take them, then he knelt between my thighs and I felt his hot tongue gliding between the folds of my mature married pussy.

He may only be twenty-one but he was clearly no virgin. He knew exactly what he was doing as his tongue probed inside me and rolled over my clit sending jolts of excitement and joy through my body and feeding my need. My hands on his shoulders I encouraged him to rise between my spread thighs then guided his cock to my entrance before, with a long, thrilling glide that made my body shudder, he penetrated deep inside my married pussy. With long, leisurely, delicious strokes he began to fuck me, his shaft teasing every nerve inside me, sending ripples of pleasure out from my groin to wash through my body.

At forty-seven my hips couldn’t take that position for long. Pushing him off I turned and bent over the table, spreading my legs to what I hoped was the right extent. A moment later he was inside me again, now thrusting with youthful vigour, his groin clapping against my arse as his cock pounded inside me sending wave after wave of joy through me; waves that grew in intensity and power, coming faster and faster, merging and swelling. God! It felt like my whole body was glowing. Orgasm roared through me like a train as I gripped the table and shook with pleasure and joy lasting for what seemed like eternity. As it began to ebb I heard Stephen grunting behind me. Another power surge of pleasure rumbled through me as I felt him swell inside me and I felt the heat of his semen inside me as, with three, four, five deep thrusts he emptied inside me.

We were still for a minute then his softening shaft slipped from my still-quivering pussy and he stood back. I stood up and turned to him “I’m sorry. I don’t know what….” he began. I held up my hand to stop him. “Think of it as a surprise going away present” I said as I retrieved my knickers and put them on. "For both of us". He too sorted his clothes. “You won’t be…?” he asked looking at my stomach. I reassured him that at my age the last thing I wanted was a ‘surprise’ and that I was very assiduous about birth control.

And so we parted. This time with that intended kiss on the cheek. I told him I’d be thinking about him at college. Three months on I do think about him. Sometimes, when my husband’s away, with my hand between my legs

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I couldn’t believe it. Nearly nineteen and confidently telling my parents their daughter is ready to start university, I’d confidently made arrangements to visit a few weeks ahead of enrolment, confidently arranged transport from my home town and confidently booked a hotel room. For the wrong night. “I’m sorry,” the receptionist was saying, “We’re full. The other hotels probably will be too. Time of year”

Confused I picked up my backpack and went through to the hotel bar, bought a drink and sank onto a bench trying to work out what to do next. After a moment I realised a woman sitting nearby was watching me. She seemed to be in her late thirties and had bobbed shoulder-length brown hair and piercing blue eyes. She got up and came over to me. “Is everything all right?” she asked and I told her my problem. After a moment she said, “You need somewhere to sleep. Look. I was supposed to be meeting someone here tonight but it’s fallen through. You can come in with me if you like. My name’s Claire” Presuming she had intended to meet a man - an affair perhaps - I thanked her and agreed. We had another couple of drinks then she led me to her room.

The first thing I noticed was that there was only one double bed. I froze for a moment but it was too late to back out now, even if I had somewhere to go. A little self-consciously I undressed, imagining she was watching me. I took off my bra and put my t-shirt back on and got not bed dressed in that and my panties. Facing outward from the centre of the bed I watched as Claire, naked, walked into the bathroom. For a woman of her age her arse was immaculate; curvy and unwrinkled. As she came back out I saw that her breasts were full and seemingly still firm and that her crotch was shaved.

She got into the bed behind me. After a few moments she moved closer and I felt her breasts pressing into my back and her warm breath on my neck. It was erotic, arousing in a way I’d never experienced before. Her hand glided over my hip and my mind whirled. “I have a boyfriend” I stammered. “I’m straight” “The two aren’t at all the same thing” she said huskily, her breath warm in my ear as her hand slid under my t-shirt to caress my stomach. “And if you’ll take the advice of an older woman, you’re 18, starting a whole new adventure. Forget labels and embrace new experiences. Is that what you want?” Her hand cupped my left breast, her fingers teasing my hardening nipple. “Yes” I gasped.

“Good” she said, turning me on my back and pulling my t-shirt up and off. A moment later she was kissing me, her tongue rolling sensuously over mine as her hands moved over my breasts, my hips, my thighs. Her thigh ground against my crotch and I felt her pussy moving on my leg as our kiss grew more intense and our bodies moved against each other. Her lips moved to my neck, teasing the sensitive flesh. Then slowly - achingly slowly - down to my breasts and my now throbbingly hard nipples.

Lower. Down over my stomach until her head was between my thighs. Looking up at me she hooked her fingers into the waistband of my panties. “Last chance.” she said with a lascivious smile. “You’re sure about this?” By way of answer I lifted my arse to let her take them. I closed my eyes and trembled with excitement and pleasure as I felt her tongue slide between my pussy lips, probe at my entrance then arc up and over my clit and down and under to tease my anus. Over and over her tongue rolled over my wet pussy creating sensations I'd never experienced with my boyfriend.

She turned and straddled my head. I had never seen a woman’s vagina close up like this before but I started to imitate what she was doing to mine. The musky scent of her crotch was intoxicating as I brought my tongue to bear on her pussy, lapping at it and tasting the sweet-saltiness of her juices. Her tongue moved faster and more furiously on my clit and the waves of pleasure flowing from my crotch grew more and more intense. Wave after wave until she slipped a finger into my rear and it tipped me over the edge and a surging roaring orgasm flooded my body. Desperate for her to feel that good I lashed my tongue at her pussy until I felt her thighs clamp around my head and tremble and her juices cascaded into my mouth.

Trembling we lay together. “Wow. She murmured. “You are a fast learner." We snuggled up with each other and shortly after I fell asleep. That was six weeks ago. Now I’ve started university. How do I feel about what happened? Am I straight? Lesbian? Bi? All I know is that I’m starting a whole new adventure. I’m going to forget labels and embrace the experiences that lie before me.

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I’m still processing. A couple of weeks back I attended a class reunion: ten years since we left school for college, work or whatever. I packed a small case and, as I was leaving, my husband kissed me and said “Have a great time. I want you to have fun tonight.” I hugged him and said, “I’ll try” before getting into my car and setting off in time to arrive for the lunch that had been arranged.

My year group was pretty big so they had booked an entire hotel for the event. Over lunch I had the chance to chat with some old friends and avoid some ex-boyfriends. I laughed a lot. I hugged a lot. I shared lots of stories and made lots of promises to stay in touch knowing that I probably wouldn’t keep. By mid-afternoon people were drifting away so I headed for my room, lay down and slept off lunch for a few hours. Soon it was time to get ready for the evening’s event.

I walked into the hotel’s events room looking, I thought, at least moderately stunning in my best make-up and what I call my ‘party dress’: red and low-cut with a mid-thigh hem. For a while I mingled, glass in hand until, after an hour and a half I found myself at the bar ordering a red wine. My third. Now I should tell you I’m usually careful about this. Red wine has a tendency to make me - you know. Horny. Maybe my husband’s suggestion of fun had loosened my inhibitions a bit. After a minute I was joined by a guy I vaguely remembered from my geography and history classes and we got talking. I became aware of him glancing at my cleavage and that I was enjoying the attention.

Wine drunk we made for the dance floor. His arms were around me, drawing me close and his musky scent filling my nostrils. As we moved together I felt his hand move to my arse and I began to caress his back and sides. Here and there around us couples were pairing off and leaving the room and, after a few minutes we were one of them. I’d like to say there was a part of me that was hesitant or wracked with guilt over what was about to happen, but in that moment I wasn’t a married woman but a giddy schoolgirl filled with erotic excitement.

My room was closer than his. My hand trembling a little I flashed my card at the lock and we were inside, him kicking the door closed behind him. He pulled me into a kiss and I parted my lips for his tongue as it stabbed and rolled over mine. As our hands caressed each other’s bodies they pulled at clothes and sought out skin. My dress, unzipped, fell to the floor and his hands cupped and caressed my breasts. My hands, shaking, unfastened his pants and pushed them over his arse and off.

Naked we tumbled onto my bed, his thigh pressing and grinding against my crotch, his mouth on my breasts, panning between my now bullet-hard nipples. My fingers circled his rigidly solid cock,  as a growing sense of urgent need built within my increasingly wet and wanting pussy. Lying back I spread my legs and he nestled his hips between them. I could feel his cock gliding between my pussy lips, lubricating itself with my juices. I slipped my hand between us and guided him to my entrance gasping “Here…. Here”.

I moaned a deep husky moan as his cock glided inside me giving a nice sense of stretch without discomfort. Then, with long sultry strokes he started to fuck me. I stroked his arse, urging him into me, my hands gliding up his back to clutch his shoulders. After a while he picked up the pace and my hips rose and fell to meet his thrusts. Waves of joy flowed from my pussy out into my body and began gradually to merge. Sensations swelled inside me as his cock filled me over and over. I began to clutch at his shoulders, his sides, the sheets, anything as I began to writhe frantically beneath him. Faster and faster he fucked me and ever more intense the sensations inside me became until, my body shaking and all the lights coming on in my brain, orgasm roared through me and I held him to me tightly. After a few moments of pure undiluted joy, I heard him grunting in my ear and felt his cock swelling and throbbing inside me as with a few long, deep strokes he sent waves of his warm cum deep into my pussy.

We held each other, shaking, for a moment. Then he rolled off and we went to sleep. In the morning little was said. We had little in common other than a few shared classes and a simple, uncomplicated but highly satisfying fuck. In the car I began to worry. Should I tell my husband? What would he say? Arriving home he asked me if I’d had fun. “Yes,” I said. “But there’s something I should tell you…” He put his finger to my lips and asked “Did you enjoy yourself. I nodded dumbly and he said, “That’s all I need to know.”

And so I’m processing. Does this make me a ‘hotwife’? More importantly, how did I get so lucky as to marry such a loving and wonderful man? 

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“You have no idea how often girls get hit on in bars,” my girlfriend said. Abi and I had met a few months earlier and moved into a flat together in our second year at university. She is a strong, forceful girl with a similar height and build to mine and when I was foolish enough to suggest that being hit on maybe wasn’t that bad she pinned me with a glare. “You think not? Tomorrow night I’m going to dress you up as a girl and send you out to a bar so you can see for yourself.”

The next day was Saturday and during the afternoon she laid out clothes for me for the evening: a black silk shirt, a knee-length plaid skirt, black thigh-high stockings, black silk panties and (for some reason) a matching bra. “Now,” she said, “Time to shave”. I ran my hand over my chin and she laughed. “You have no idea, do you?” She led me to the bathroom and told me to get naked as she started undressing. “Now don’t get any ideas. We have a job to do. Getting into the shower with me she picked up a small, delicate razor then, having soaped me all over, proceeded to shave my body including - with GREAT care - my pubes. Later, as it came closer to time to go out, she did my make-up and styled my shoulder length hair. When she was finished I really did look like a girl. “Now remember,” she said. “No cheating. You have to pretend to be a girl.”

The bar was fairly busy when I arrived. It was one I didn’t know as I didn’t want to be recognised. I was aware of guys checking me out as I walked to the bar, some of them positively leering and I began to feel uncomfortable but also a little excited. As I stood at the bar a tall man in his forties came and stood next to me. “Can I get you a drink?” he asked. My mind was racing. Should I say yes? Should I say no? What do girls drink? “Yes…please” I stuttered. “A cocktail.” He asked what kind I wanted and I had no idea so I let him choose. He guided me to a table and he sat next to me. His voice was deep and relaxing as we talked and after a couple more cocktails I started to relax. Then I felt his hand on my thigh. I tensed for a moment as it started to rise up under my skirt but I thought, in a moment this will be over. He’ll get to my bulge and know I’m not a girl and stop. Instead he started to fondle my cock through my panties “As I thought,” he said.

Gabbling a little I explained about Abi and why I was dressed as I was. “Your girlfriend has done a great job,” he said, his eyes fixed on mine. “You are gorgeous. But I think she would want you really to experience what girls experience, right?" He got up and offered his hand. My heart pounding I took it. Then, his arm around my waist and his hand on my hip, he guided me out the bar. There was a taxi rank close by and, as we sat in the back of a cab he guided my hand to his crotch and I felt the bulge of his cock through his pants. My mind was whirling and everything was a blur until I found myself in his bedroom. 

He pulled me to him and, his arms around me, kissed me. His tongue slipped into my mouth and began to dance on mine. ‘I’m straight’ my mind protested and I closed my eyes, imagining I was kissing Abi. This just meant, though, that I started to get aroused and respond to his kiss passionately. 

At length he stepped away and started to undress. I hesitated. Should I do likewise? I began to unbutton my silk shirt but he waved his hand and said “I like my girls to be dressed.”

At length he was naked and I couldn’t drag my eyes from his semi-erect cock as he sat on the edge of the bed, his legs spread. He beckoned to me and I approached then, holding my hands, he guided me to my knees between his thighs. “You ever sucked cock?” he asked and I shook my head. “Go on,” he said. “Try it.” My nose wrinkling a little as I associated penis with urine, I took the head of his cock in my mouth and began to suck on it. To my surprise it didn’t really taste of anything, but the sensation of it in my mouth, on my lips and on my tongue were…stimulating. As it swelled and hardened in my mouth I felt a thrill of pride in the effect I was having.

Once he was fully erect he raised me to my feet then, reaching under my skirt, he pulled down my panties. “I think we can dispense with these now,” he said. I stepped out of them then he encouraged me onto his bed on all fours. “If you’ve never sucked cock I guess you’ve never done this either,” he said lifting my skirt to reveal my arse. I head him open a drawer in his bedside cabinet and a few moments later I felt a cool liquid on my virgin arsehole and jumped as his finger probed inside sending unexpectedly intense sensations through my anal ring. I couldn’t deny it felt good. Then I froze as I felt the head of his lubed cock at my knothole. “Relax” he said, stroking my hair. I was expecting pain but there was a moment’s discomfort as he penetrated me then a slow sensation of gliding as he sank deeper inside me. Then slowly, gently, he started to fuck me.

As his pace accelerated and his cock struck deeper and deeper into my arse I started to enjoy the sensations he was producing inside me then WOW! A jolt of intense pleasure erupted in my gut and I cried out. “That’s your prostate pretty girl. You’re going to enjoy that,” he said, laughing. And I did. With every thrust a wave of joy spread through my body. I fell forward onto the bed clutching the sheets and he was on top of my prone body, his breath in my ear and his arms around my shoulders pounding into me. As if from a distance a could hear high pitched mewling noises and I realised it was me moaning like a girl. The sensations inside me grew more and more intense, more and more powerful until they crashed through my body like a tidal wave and I felt a warm sticky patch under my stomach. A few moments later he thrust deep inside me and I felt the warmth of his cum inside me.

We lay for a while then I said “I should go.” While I went to his bathroom and cleaned up he called a cab. On the way back I worried. How would Abi react? Would she be revolted? Repulsed. How would I explain? She smiled and kissed me passionately. “I kind of had my suspicions” she said. Then she stroked my cheek and said, “You and I are going to have SO much fun.”

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OK. I’m 54. I’ve been married to my wife for 28 years. We have a son of 25 and a daughter of 23 both of whom have moved out. And because what I’m going to tell you is so wrong that’s all the biography I’m giving. Except to say I’m a rep for a software company that is decent enough to put me up in decent hotels when I travel to meet clients.

I was in such a hotel two weeks ago. The restaurant was good and I spent a few hours in my room going over the day’s notes and figures before heading down to the bar about ten o’clock. It was pretty quiet. Just me, a married couple and a group of four girls that I reckoned were students at the local university. Every so often I glanced over at them. Quite often to be honest: I may be middle-aged and married but I’m not dead. At one point they all turned and looked at me and laughed so after that I tried to focus on my pint. Not entirely successfully.

At length the married couple left. Shortly after the four girls got up and left too. A few moments later one of them returned, came up to me and said, “Would you like to buy me a drink?” I got up and went to the bar to get drinks for each of us and when I returned she sat next to me at my table. We chatted for a while. Her name was Emily and was studying English literature. Her hair was long and brown, her eyes were green but my gaze kept drifting to her enticing cleavage.

When our drinks were nearly finished she put her hand on my thigh and I felt my cock twitch. “I thought I should explain why we all laughed earlier,” she said. “One of us - Cara, the short-haired one - has been seeing this older guy. And the thing is, he looks a lot like you.” She looked around and her hand rose further up my thigh. “Thing is, she says that older men are really good in bed and she suggested I find out for myself.”

I could have - should have - declined. Instead I waited until the barman had disappeared for a moment then took her hand and led her to the stairs and to my room. Once inside I put my arms around her. “You’re sure about this?” I asked. She nodded and I planted my lips on hers, slipping my tongue between them and rolling it seductively on  hers. Gradually I heard her breathing get faster as my hands moved over her body, teasing her clothes and pulling them away from her body and off while also removing my own. Our embrace became more and more passionate as, once we were naked, my hands roved on her soft round ass and cupped her firm young breasts, teasing her nipples until they hardened, making her gasp. I felt her hand wrap around my now hard cock as she whispered “Pretty good so far” in my ear.

We moved to the bed and lay together, her hand rubbing my cock while mine slipped between her thighs, a finger sliding into her pussy and moving inside her while the heel of my hand ground on her clitoris. “Mmmmm” she moaned. “You’ve done that a few times.” I leaned over her, taking each nipple in turn in my mouth, nibbling gently on them provoking moans and soft gasps. Slowly I kissed and licked my way down her belly until my head was between her soft, smooth thighs. I insinuated my tongue between her wet pussy lips and licked the length of her entrance. “Oh fuck yessss” she gasped. “No one’s ever done that before.” “Young guys,” I answered. “They don’t know what they’re missing.” I love eating pussy and hers was sweet, salty and delicious. I began to lap at it hungrily until she started to writhe on the bed and I turned my attention to her clit, flicking it with my tongue in the way only experience teaches. Faster and faster until her hips started bucking and rolling uncontrollably on the bed and, her thighs shaking, I drove her to orgasm.

As she lay gasping I slowly moved back up her body, kissing her soft young skin as I went, enjoying again her pert breasts and bullet-hard nipples until my hips were between her thighs. She moaned gutturally as my cock slid between her labia and its head found her entrance. Slowly I moved into her. God, she was so tight! Thirty years ago I might have shot my load in moments. Again experience paid off and I moved slowly and gradually, watching my breathing, until I was fully inside her. I felt her thighs rise against my flanks and I began to fuck her slowly and seductively, gradually building up speed until her moans in my ear told me I had hit her rhythm. 

After a while could feel my cock longing to cum so I pulled out of her, lay on my back and encouraged her on top of me. She straddled me and guided my cock to her wet pussy and sank down on it with a deep moan. She began to ride me urgently, panting as she rose and fell on my shaft. I slipped a hand between us so that her clit ground against my fingers and she moaned "Fuck yesss...like that". Faster and faster, her movements becoming more and more urgent. No longer able to control things I feared I might cum before her. Then she closed her eyes tight, her mouth formed an O and she shook silently as her young body quivered and she came, her tight pussy spasming on my shaft. I could hold no longer. I felt my cock swelling and reaching for her womb as I pumped my seed inside her.

She rolled off and we lay for a while gasping. I must have nodded off and was woken by her closing the door to my room as she left. When I got up in the morning I found a note on the bedside cabinet: “Cara was right!! HMU next time you’re here. Emily xx” and her phone number. That note is still in my work file. I know this is all wrong. I’m a married man. She’s younger than my daughter. But I’m due back in that town next week and I am mightily tempted.

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My friend Clara and my husband don’t get on. I guess that’s why I haven’t seen her as much as I would have liked over the last twenty years and I’m pretty sure that’s why I got an invitation to her son’s wedding and he didn’t. Whatever the case I was booked into the Golden Lion hotel where the reception was taking place and I was decked out in what I thought was my classiest outfit: a red satin dress that clung a little more tightly to my middle-aged body than it had when I bought it,  and I’d put on party make up for the first time in ages.

It was getting late. I’d had a few drinks. I’d chatted to a few old acquaintances and had a few laughs and was thinking about going to bed when a voice said, “Hold still.” A good-looking young man of about twenty-one that I recognised as the best man was holding up his phone and pointing it at me. “For the record” he said as I smiled and he took my picture. A moment later he was standing close to me showing it to me. “I’ll be back in a few minutes for a dance, OK?” he said with youthful enthusiasm.

I’ll be honest, I felt a small thrill of excitement at the thought. But I’m forty-five and married so didn’t think much more of it until he reappeared holding out his hand and saying “Now. That dance.” A little flattered and very surprised I took his hand and he led me onto the dance floor. It was a slow number and I became aware as we danced that I was becoming aroused by this young man’s hands on my body and his breath in my ear; by the movement of his chest against my breasts and his groin against my stomach.

The next few minutes are a blur. One moment we were on that dance floor. The next we were in the lift heading for the third floor and our lips were pressed together, our tongues were lashing at each other and our hands were exploring each other’s bodies. The next moment we were in my room pulling at each other’s clothes and all thoughts of my husband had vanished from my head as this young man, young enough to be my son, and I tumbled onto the bed.

His thigh ground against my pussy as my tongue danced with his. His hand explored my full mature tits as mine clutched at his tight young arse. His cock grew hard against my soft middle-aged stomach and a part of me - a part perhaps that recalled the freedom I had at his age - yearned to feel it inside me; yearned for a simple, primal, uncomplicated, undomesticated fuck.

I rolled onto my back and spread my legs. Nestled between them I felt his slim hips against my thighs as his cock moved against my wet pussy and then I gasped as he entered me, stretching me inside and sending waves of pleasure out through my body. I clutched at his strong young shoulders as he thrust deep inside me and my hips rose to meet him. Wrapping my legs around him I urged him on as he began to fuck me with a youthful vigour and urgency I’d long forgotten.

As if in a haze, at a distance, I could hear myself moaning, panting, urging him on as with thrust after thrust shock after shock of sensual joy surged through me; building, surging, rising to a crescendo until, clutching at him, the sheets, the bed, anything I could get my hands on, I came. My whole body shook as I pulled him to me and, a few moments later, I felt him swell inside me and, with a few deep determined thrusts he flooded my mature married pussy. 

He rolled off and we lay panting for a while. Me more than him - I hadn’t had that much exercise for quite some time. Eventually he got dressed and went to his room and I had the best night’s sleep I’d had in some time

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Apparently it began at my works Christmas party. There was a point when I couldn’t see my wife or my boss. But there were a lot of people there and I’d had a few drinks and I didn’t think too much of it at the time. Some months later something clicked in my mind. My boss seemed to be out of the office often on Wednesday afternoons; the afternoon that my wife was not working in the library. My suspicions grew stronger until eventually I confronted her. She admitted that she was having an affair with my boss and said that it had been purely sexual and that she loved me. I’m still not sure how to deal with that. She also said that she would end it. I couldn’t deny though that I was more than a little turned on by the thought of my boss fucking my wife and, for reasons I still can’t grasp, I said that she could keep doing it.

For a while this made things a little awkward at work. Eventually my boss and I started to get more relaxed about it and started to joke about it on Thursday mornings. “Your wife made sure you keep your job yesterday.” “So, any chance of a raise this morning, Boss?” One part of the deal is that when he’s been with her my wife always tells me. Sometimes she shows me the stains on the sheets of our bed where her orgasm juices have spilt on them and his cum has dribbled from her pussy.

I prefer she doesn’t go into details though. I like to imagine. Maybe I project my Boss-employee relationship onto what goes on. I imagine my wife naked and kneeling at his feet, her nipples hard and her eyes filled with excitement as she unfastens his pants and takes out his cock while he takes off his shirt. In my imagination it is bigger than it probably is as I picture her hand, the hand I take in mine so often, moving on it, making it harder before she takes the head in her mouth and begins to suck on it adoringly. I hear him grunt with pleasure as my wife’s lips, the lips I kiss goodnight, move up and down his now rigid shaft and she cups his big full balls in her hand where her wedding ring glistens on her finger.

She gets up and offers him her hand as she guides him to our bed. She lies on it and spreads her legs, her pussy already wet and open for him. He nestles his hips between her parted thighs and she moans gutturally as he sinks his cock deep inside my wife, stretching her, and starts to fuck her long and slow and deep. “YES!” she cries out. “Fuck me! Oh God that’s so BIG!” She wraps her legs around his waist and pulls him to her, her fingers clutching at his back. I imagine his arse rising and falling between my wife’s splayed thighs, her hips rolling and grinding as they grunt together, her gasps getting louder and faster as he drives her toward orgasm. Her eyes widen and her mouth forms a perfect O as she stops breathing for a moment then wails with orgasmic pleasure. 

As she is still shaking my boss withdraws and lifts and turns my wife’s hips until she is on all fours. She grips the headboard of our bed and cries out as he fills her again. In my imagination I hear the slapping of his groin against my wife’s arse as he fucks her hard and powerfully and her cries of pleasure as he drives her toward a second orgasm - something I have never managed. I see her shaking and crying out “YES!! YES!! OH MY GOD YES!! as my boss with long deep thrusts grunts with satisfaction and empties his balls into my wife’s waiting womb.

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OK. I was cross. Cross and horny. We’d come here on holiday and maybe I was hoping for some fireworks but the first night my husband was too tired from sightseeing. The second night we went to the bar and he got hammered. The third day we were booked on a coach tour. I said I didn’t fancy going so he just said, “You just chill out by the pool and I’ll see you later.”

So there I was a little later sitting by the pool with my second drink - which wasn’t entirely taking my edge off - when a man approached me. About fifteen years older than me, somewhere in his mid-forties but clearly physically fit, he asked, “Do you mind if I join you?” I shrugged and said, “Sure”. He got us both drinks and we started chatting. I told him why I was drinking alone, he told me he was recently divorced. Gradually the conversation got flirtier until he put his hand on mine. My heart was beating so fast. Was I really thinking of cheating on my husband with this stranger? Maybe that was the point. Nobody knew me here. No friends or neighbours to gossip. When he said that this was his last day the words just came unbidden to my lips as I said, “Well maybe we should do something to make it memorable.”

He stood up and offered me his hand I took it and we walked back into the hotel. I felt his arm slip around my waist and I felt that fluttering excitement in my stomach that soon spreads to my crotch. I was doing this. I was going to another man’s room while my husband was off on a bus somewhere.

Once in his room he closed the door and turned me toward him. Drawing me close he softly touched his lips to mine. His tongue slipped into my mouth and tussled with mine as our hands began to explore each other’s bodies, his roaming over my arse, my hips, my breasts; mine over his shoulders, sides and crotch. I felt his hardening cock through his pants and began to pull at his clothes. Soon we were both naked and rolling on his bed, his thigh grinding against my moist pussy and his now-hard shaft pressed to my pelvis. 

He slowly kissed his way down my body, pausing to bring my nipples to rigidity with his teeth and tongue, down over my trembling stomach. I moaned aloud as his tongue teased its way between my pussy lips. He was so good at that. I felt pleasure growing and swelling in my groin as I writhed on his bed clutching at his sheets and his greying hair. I gasped as he started to flick at my swollen clit and I could hear myself crying aloud as my body began to shake and the waves of pleasure built to crescendo. Orgasm rushed through me like a tidal wave.

I lay gasping for a while as he slowly made his way back up my body, his face and grey moustache glistening with my juices, until he was nestled between my spread legs. I guided him to my entrance and groaned gutturally as I felt him penetrate my married pussy, felt him stretch me inside, felt his hot breath in my ear as he whispered “God, you’re so tight.” I moaned and gasped as he began to move, slowly and deeply, his cock sending sensation spreading from my groin out through my body.

I clutched at him, seized his arse and urged him on to fuck me harder and harder, the base of his shaft grinding on my clit. His hips rose and fell between my thighs as mine met his thrusts. Faster and faster we fucked each other until my second orgasm roared through my body and made me feel incandescent. While I was still in its throes I heard him gasp, “Oh FUCK. I’m going to CUM”. Clasping my legs around him I held him to me as I felt him swell inside me then the warmth of his seed filling my married pussy.

We lay for a while. We fucked again. Then I went back to my room to await my husband.

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“I said about three o’clock” my wife called down to me as she was getting ready. I shouted up, “OK”. Shortly after she came downstairs. She looked gorgeous and sexy and she reminded me why I fell in love with my wife in the first place. “How do I look?” she asked. My stomach churned. “He’s going to want to fuck you on the spot.” I answered

Half an hour’s drive later we stopped outside his house. “I’ll try to keep you up to date,” she said. “But he doesn’t like his face in pictures.” Then she looked at me with that look on her face . “Thank you for this. I love you so much.” She got out of our car and headed for his door. I drove off to a multi-storey car park in the town. It was a Sunday so it was quiet. I headed up to the top floor which waa empty.

And that’s where I am now. Imagining him opening the door to her, guiding her inside, taking her in his arms and kissing her, his tongue probing into her mouth and hers rolling urgently around it; his hands roaming over her body and hers pressing him to her. I picture him clutching at her round arse and firm full breasts, and her reaching down between them to caress his crotch, feeling him harden under her hand. In my mind I see him undressing my wife as he takes off his own clothes and a knot of excitement and jealousy forms in my stomach.

My phone buzzes. It’s a video. My wife is naked and on her knees before her bull’s long, thick, black cock. She’s looking up into the camera as she takes it into his mouth, lovingly and adoringly. I can hear him grunting and saying ”Yes..you are a great cocksucker”. I imagine her lips sliding up and down his shaft, her tongue rolling around his crown and my own cock gets so hard that I need to unfasten my pants pants and take it out and hope that the cameras in the car park aren’t too good.

Another buzz. It’s my wife’s arse. I kind of love it that I can recognise my wife by the curves of her buttocks. But here the tip of a big black cock is gliding between the lips of her moist and ready pussy. I watch as with a long slow thrust he penetrates her and hear her moaning “Oh God yes…fuck me”. In my mind I watch my wife on all fours, panting as his cock pounds into her over and over as a sheen of sweat builds on her body. I stroke harder, that knot getting harder and harder in my stomach as I imagine her clutching at the sheets of his bed, panting and moaning.

Another buzz. It’s confused. She’s holding the phone in her hand and directing it at her face. It’s moving rhythmically as he fucks her and her face is convulsed with pleasure. Her mouth forms a perfect O and her eyes close tight and I know she is cumming on his cock.  and I imagine her clutching at his back as her legs tighten around him and urging him to his own orgasm, begging him to fill him with his seed .

I grab at a tissue from back seat of the car and hold it over the crown of my cock as I empty into it. My phone buzzes. Another video clip. It pans down from my wife’s flushed face. She is panting and her eyes are gleaming. Down over her sweat-gilded breasts and over her palpitating stomach. Down to her crotch and her open, used pussy; his slick white semen seeping onto her sweaty thighs.

A text arrives a few minute later. “Maybe you should go and find dinner Honey. We’re going to go again. Love you xxxx”

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I was sure my husband had been hinting that he was OK with me having sex with other men. Fairly sure. At least I’d got that impression from the way he talked about not being a jealous man; of how he got a kick out of other guys ogling my tits and arse; how he wanted me to have fun. This idea was floating in my head when I met a friend for drinks one evening. She’d just been through a messy divorce and wanted to talk. So we did for about an hour until her phone rang. “Shit! Babysitter problems. Got to go.” she said and hurried off. I sat sipping my drink for a while then a man approached my table. He was good looking and seven or eight years younger than me. “Your friend abandoned you?” he asked. I smiled and explained the situation and he sat down and we got chatting.

As we sat and talked the thoughts I’d been having about my husband’s “hints” were swirling in my brain and I caught myself fiddling with my wedding ring and feeling an itch developing in my crotch. The barman called last orders and he asked if I wanted another drink. I did. And more. The bar had become crowded and while he was waiting to get the drinks I feverishly texted my husband. “Having drinks with a guy.” Not enough. Needed more. I thought for a minute and added, “Don’t wait up.” I was about to press ‘send’ then added, “Love you x.” Then I waited for what seemed hours but was no more than a few minutes. Was he angry? Was he going to call and demand I come home.? Then the reply came and my heart hammered in my chest: “Have fun! Love you too xxx”.

The guy brought the drinks to our table and we sat drinking them, the conversation getting ever more flirtatious as closing time approached. At last he looked at our empty glasses and said, “Looks like it’s time to go.” “Your place?” I asked. “I thought you were married,” he said. “I am, I replied. “To a very generous man.”

We got a taxi to his flat. As we travelled I felt a giddy excitement, almost that of a teenager on a date, my heart fluttering as we kissed in the back of the cab and our tongues rolled on each other. I felt his hand caressing my inner thigh, moving up to find my crotch. Was I a already wet? Would he feel how aroused I was becoming? When we got to his flat we wasted no time but hurried to his bedroom and rapidly stripped. 

In a blur we were on his bed exploring each other’s bodies; his hands on my arse, my hips, my breasts; mine on his shoulders, his torso, his cock. It was nice and thick and, by now, thoroughly hard in my hand as I feverishly stroked it. I twisted and brought my mouth to it, taking it in and sucking on it, tasting the first jewels of his precum on its tip. It felt so strange to have another man’s cock in my mouth after so many years of marriage but as that thought crossed my mind I moaned as his finger slipped inside me and sent sensations quivering from my pussy through my body.

I lay back on his bed and spread my legs for him. He got between them and I gasped as I felt him penetrate me. It felt so good. Not better than my husband, but different. As he moved inside me, sending delicious ripples of pleasure through my body, thoughts of home and husband began to drift away and I just luxuriated in the movement of our bodies moving with each other and a thought began to form in my mind. I began to experience a sense of liberation; how free I felt having no responsibilities to this man I would probably never see again; that for the first time in many years I was enjoying the simple, but glorious, pleasure of a pure, unconditional, uncomplicated fuck.

As that realisation crystallised in my mind I pushed him off me and rolled him onto his back. Getting astride him I sank down on his shaft and began to ride him; wantonly and wildly fucking him, enjoying every moment, every thrill of his cock inside me. Sensation started to well and grow inside me. I took his hands from my hips and brought them to my tits, gasping as he pinched my nipples between his fingers. Faster and faster I rose and fell on his shaft, then began rocking and grinding, my breath getting ragged. Wave after wave of sensation welled in my body and then, with a mighty roar, crashed inside me and I came on this virtual stranger’s cock.

As my orgasm subsided and he was still hard, I got off him and got onto all fours. Wiggling my arse at him I left him in no doubt of what I wanted. He got behind me and I growled with sexual hunger as I felt him penetrate me again. My second orgasm, when I get one, usually comes fairly soon after the first and, my fingers tightly gripping his headboard, I just rejoiced in the sensations that were rippling through me; of being fucked hard and fast for the sole purpose of fucking; the feeling of his hands on my hips, his crotch crashing against my arse and his cock pounding my married pussy. Again. Again. Again. And then I was there and my body shook with pure primal pleasure and I wailed my orgasm into his sheets. As it began to subside I heard him grunting behind me. “Fuck! Oh fuck!” On a sudden impulse I did something I hadn’t done in a long time. I pulled off him and quickly turned on the bed. His abdomen quivering and his legs beginning to shake I took his cock in my mouth. Tasting my own juices on it I felt it swell and throb then, with a half dozen gasps and pulsations, he unloaded in my mouth. His cum was thick, hot and salty and left a prickle on my tongue when I’d swallowed it. We collapsed on the bed .

There was no conversation. This was a casual fuck. We had nothing in common but the sweat we’d shared. I called a taxi and got dressed . Within an hour I was snuggled in bed with my loving husband nursing a contented feeling of sexual satisfaction.

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Back in 2019 my flatmate moved out and a new guy came in. I was upfront with him about my crossdressing thing. He was OK with it. It didn’t involve him even if, after he moved in, he rolled his eyes when I went out in my femme identity as Sandy and I gave him the courtesy of not bringing men back to the flat. He was volubly heterosexual and I would often listen to the sounds that emanated from his room as he fucked the girls he met at weekends.

Then came Covid. Then came lockdown. We were locked in with each other. And he started to get antsy. He got up, strode around our lounge  as we watched television, then sat back down again. He got angry about stupid stuff  like when I didn’t put the butter away in the fridge. So I decided on a plan. I got dressed in my sluttiest outfit and put on my ‘sweet innocent’ make-up and strode, nervously, into the lounge while he was watching Eastenders.

“What the fuck?” he blurted out. “I can’t take it any more I said. “You need release. Let me give it to you”. “But I’m straight” he stammered. “Yes you are.”I replied. “But I’m not. Right now I’m a girl.” I said as I fell and I got to his knees in front of him. Feverishly I unfastened his pants and reached inside to find his cock. It was big and beautiful. I pulled down his pants and took it out. I licked it, adored it, kissed it and it got harder. “Oh God…this is…” he gasped as I took him in my mouth and sucked it, revelling in the sensations of it moving on my lips and tongue and in the effect my mouth was having on him. I listened to him panting and gasping as his torso began to tremble and his legs began to shake. Then he came in mouth. His cum was salty, thick and there was a lot of it. I swallowed lots but some seeped from my lips and down onto my thighs.

Over the next week he got used to me going around the flat as Sandy. Then, one day, he came into my room. “Look,” he said, “I really need to fuck. Do you…I mean…do you take it up the arse?” A thrill of joy ran through me and I hurried to my bedside table and waved a tube of lube at him and told him to strip. I don’t know if he knew what lube was but I think he got the idea when I slavered it over his cock and got on all fours on my bed, flipped up my skirt then slipped a lubed finger into my neglected arsehole.

“What do I do?” he asked. “See all those times you wanted anal from a girl?” I responded. “Do that.”. I felt his cock at t my ring, that familiar thrill of expectation and discomfort as he stretched it, then that joy as he pushed into my arse. Then he began to fuck me, as he’d fucked those girls he’s brought back. Rhythmically  teasing my anus as he probed deeper..deeper. Then he hit my prostate. I moaned like a girl and he took the hint. I collapsed forward on the bed and he started to fuck me harder, wrapping his arm around my throat as he lay on top of me pounding my tight arse.. Waves and waves of joy built in my stomach and I started to cry out like a sissy slut, “YESS OH GOD YESSSSS”. A wave of pure pleasure filled me and I heard him yell, “OH FUUCK” as he filled me with his hot thick cum.

He got up and went to his room but I felt the after-shocks for  hours

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She was always Mrs Connor to me. She and her husband lived next door to us for as long as I can remember. He had a pretty good job but seemed to work late a lot and I used to talk to her a lot over the garden fence. She was in late thirties when I was a kid and I guess I had a bit of a crush on her when I was about 14.

Anyway. Wind forward five years from that. I was on my Summer break from college. My parents were  out at work and I was out in our garden. Over the fence I saw Mrs Connor lounging on a sunbed in a bikini. She was a curvy mature woman and I felt a small jolt in the crotch area when she beckoned me to join her. She got a deckchair from her garden shed and we sat and chatted over a couple of beers. I can’t remember what the context was. We were joking and stuff. But I called her a ‘cougar’. There was a long pause before she asked, “Is that how you see me? A cougar?” I must have blushed crimson but I stammered, “Well, you are a very attractive woman.”

Hurriedly she took my hand and led me into her kitchen. “Say that again,” she said. “What you just said.” I repeated, “You’re a very attractive woman.” Slowly and softly she put her womanly arms around my waist and tentatively, experimentally, she brought her lips to mine. Soon we were kissing voraciously and our hands were exploring each others’ bodies. At length, with a gasp she said, “My husband and your parents can never know, OK?” I nodded and she led me upstairs to her bedroom.

Once there we kissed again, passionately, our tongues prodding and teasing each other. I felt her hand slip into my pants and stroke my already rock hard cock and she murmured “This feels exactly what I need.” and she chuckled huskily. Soon we were naked and I was grinding myself against her full, fleshy, mature body. She took me to her bed and guided my mouth and hands to her sensitive places; to her nipples; to her round soft belly then down between her fleshy thighs to her already moist pussy. I started licking it - something I had never done with a girl - and exulted in her low moans.

At length I started to move up her body as I had done with the girls I’d been with, but she threw me on my back on the bed. “Oh no, young man. I’m in charge here” she cried as she threw her soft thighs astride me then, guiding the head of my cock to her wet pussy, sank down on me. People say mature women aren’t tight but her cunt gripped my cock in only the way a mature woman can make that happen. She rode me with an erotic urgency that made my heart beat like an enraged machine. My hands clutched at her full matronly tits, pinching her hard nipples between my finger, making her moan more deeply

Her movements became more urgent. She was grinding on my cock when she took one of my hands from her breasts and pushed it between her thighs. “Here” gasped. I felt a ridge that I now know was her clitoris grinding over my knuckles. “OH MY GOD!” she wailed. “OH MY FUCKING GOD!!!”. Her body stiffened and her mature married pussy clutched at my young cock. I felt as if it was stretching, expanding and reaching for her womb as I plunged deep inside her and with a few grateful thrusts emptied into her womb

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My friend Mark had had a difficult year. He had split from his girlfriend and moved house so we invited him for Christmas dinner and decided to make his day special. When he arrived my wife greeted him at the door wearing a Santa hat and a knee-length Santa gown. She kissed him on the cheek and wished him a Happy Christmas then we all went through to the dining room for dinner.

Throughout the meal I noticed that Mark couldn’t resist glancing at my wife’s cleavage as we ate and chatted about old times and how he was getting along. After we had eaten we went through to the lounge and, as we finished off a bottle or two of wine, I couldn’t help but notice him looking at my wife’s breasts and legs, especially when she crossed them and the gown fell away and revealed her thigh. Giggling she winked at me. “I think it’s time your friend unwrapped his present.”

She got up and crossed to the chair where Mark was sitting. She took his hands, drew him to his feet then guided them to the knot of the white sash around her waist. He looked at me questioningly and I nodded my head, a knot of excitement forming in my gut as he unfastened the sash. The robe fell open and his eyes widened as he discovered that beneath it my wife was naked. She shrugged the gown from her shoulders and it fell to the floor. Then she began to unbuckle his belt saying “I think you could do with losing your clothes too.”

Within a minute Mark too was naked and my wife had seated him back down in the chair and knelt between his thighs. Taking his semi-erect member in her hand she stroked it to full hardness. A strain of jealousy mingled with the excitement in my stomach as she said, “Honey, I never guessed your friend had such a nice big cock” then opened her mouth and took the head in. I felt myself getting hard. I watched as my wife’s lips moved on his shaft, heard the gurgling noises of her tongue on his crown and his soft moans as she enthusiastically sucked his cock.

After a few minutes she stopped and turned to me. “Honey,” she said. “I know we said a blow-job but I really want him inside me. Can I fuck him?” The knot in my stomach grew tight as I nodded. “Have fun”. She got to her feet, took his hand and led him to our bedroom. Shortly I began to hear the regular thump-thump-thump of our bed rocking and I pictured my wife astride him, his cock buried in her pussy as she rose and fell on it. I heard her moans and cries growing in pitch and intensity. There was quiet for a moment then the thumping began again. I imagined Mark’s arse rising and falling between my wife’s spread legs, her fingers clutching at the sheets as her cries grew louder. “YES!  OH GOD YES! FUCK ME! FUCK MEEEE!” Silence as I imagined her clinging to him urgently, then an exultant wail of orgasm. A few moments later I heard his voice: “Fuck I’m gonna cum!”, hers: ”Cum inside me!”. A sequence of loud thumps told me he was filling my wife’s womb with his seed.

There was quiet for a few minutes. Then my wife emerged, her hair dishevelled and a sheen of sweat on her skin. “Honey. I guess that was kind of my Christmas present too. Why don’t you come through and get yours?”