A Little About Me ....

Welcome! I hope you enjoy all of my amateur porn photos here at Brandi's, Swinger Social Network. Although I do have my own site which you can access below, I have a blast here getting to know Brandi's members! I've found there is a close connection between people interested in swingers, MILF's and Hot Wives. Basically if she's married and naughty.. there is interest LOL!

Below you will find a little about me as well as a sexy story to accompany my amateur porn photos entitled: Naughty Belly Dancer. I decided to share these particular photos with the community here in Brandi's , Swinger Social Network because quite frankly ya'll seem to like us wives dirty! I hope enjoy them! And please feel free to send me a message or hit me up on the live chat when you see me on!

Why We Started Our Site

We started doing some hardcore couples stuff, and people liked what we did, so we decided to make a site about what we do - straight sex, kinky sex, toys, sexy girls and of course my favorite... facials!!

We love what we do, and I know that once you see some of my free pictures and movies you will too!!

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Sexy Story For This Photo Set Entitled: Naughty Belly Dancer

Sienna and Mike sat close together on the couch. A glowing fire kept them warm. They had been close friends for a few years. Mike thought and felt he could be himself around her; no judgments were passed. They could tell each other anything, despite their 8 years age difference. Sienna was 22; Mike was 30. He felt she was very mature for her age.

"Would you like another glass of wine?" Sienna asked as she held up the bottle of chocolate cherry wine. Mike smiled his beautiful smile and held the glass up. His house smelled of pumpkin spice and cinnamon as the scented candles glowed softly. As she was pouring, she smiled. "We've been friends for a while, but I'd like to know what makes you tick, Mike."

Mikey's smokey blue eyes sparkled against the fire light. He took a sip of wine and asked, "Well, Sienna. What would you like to know?"

She shrugged. "I'm not sure. Sometimes you're so shy and mysterious. I think I'd like to know something deep about you." She slouched back comfortably in the crook of his arm.

Mike smiles even more and let out a small laugh. "Like what?" he asked. "A dark secret? A bad habit? If I've ever killed anyone and hid the body?"

Sienna laughed and rolled her eyes. She pulled him down to the blankets on the floor in front of the fire. She lay on her back, and Mike on his stomach so he could look down at her face and into her almond brown eyes. He gently brushed a stray strand of hair out of her face and behind her ear. Her voice softened. "How about a sexual fantasy?"

Another smile from Mike; this time, it seemed a little shy. "It's stupid, though. You'll laugh at me."

Sienna lightly traced his face. "No ones fantasies are stupid, Mike. They reveal your inner most wants. Fantasies are personal to you. I would never laugh at your fantasy." Mike lowered his head so she could place a gentle, reassuring kiss on his cheek, feeling his day old scruffies. "Wait!" she suddenly said. "Can I try and guess?"

Mike nodded. "Sure ... but I doubt you'll ever get it."

Sienna grinned and began to try and confirm his deepest fantasy. "Ummmm ... two college girls?" Mike shook his head as he stared down into her eyes. Sienna guessed again. "A woman in uniform?" Another slow shake of his head from Mike. Another guess from Sienna: "A dominatrix?" A laugh from Mike escaped his kissable lips.

"Nope."

"A naughty nurse?"

"Nope."

"A stripper?"

"Negative."

Sienna thought for a moment. "Jeeze, Mike! I'm out of guesses!" He traced her face with a smile. She begged, "Please will you tell me?" Mike hesitated at first as he played with a few strands of her hair. "I promise I won't laugh," she encouraged as she lightly rested her hand on his. Mike drew a breath in.

"A belly dancer," he finally admitted.

Sienna's eyes widened and she smiled. "Really?" she asked. "That sounds very exotic! Tell me about it, Mike."

He grinned as he took another sip of the chocolate cherry wine. Mike began to tell his fantasy:

"Well, she's kind of a little thing - 5 feet 4 inches maybe. She has long, reddish brown hair ... little curls at the end. Her hair is up in a high ponytail. Her eyes are a light brown. Her waist? Maybe a size 16. I'm not partial to these skinny, 'bag of bones' women. My belly dancer has fair skin, painted nails, and a gold belly chain. She has little jingles strung together for anklets.

"She has on sheer, hunter green harem style pants that rest on her lovely hips. She has the same color bikini style top on. Her veils? Those are a deep, rich, violet color. One rests across her nose and mouth. Others hang from her wrists and hips. She has on a satin black thong." Mike lightly shuddered with a smile into Sienna's eyes.

She winked and encouraged him. "Please go on, Mike." He obliged and continued:

"We're in a hotel room -- a really nice one. You know, maybe three stars."

Sienna interrupted, "At least you didn't take her to some scumbag hotel."

Mike continued, "SHE took ME there," with a wink. Sienna returned the wink, encouragingly. He continued: "She decides that she wants to do a few dances for me. I love to watch her chest and ass sway as she moves. She looks so beautiful, and moves so gracefully. Her eyes pop against the violet veil across her face. Her hips almost mesmerize me. I can tell she's smiling. Those light brown eyes give it away."

He took a gulp of wine. "She asks me to watch her and to wear almost nothing. So, I'm sitting under the covers in boxers, and I'm shirtless. Best of all, she doesn't care that I'm a few pounds overweight."

Sienna lightly tapped his cheek. "Mike!" she gently scolded. "You are NOT fat. Now, stop saying that," she said slowly and deliberately. She pinched his cheeks together, making a "fishy face" with his lips. "You are very attractive, sexy, and cuddly. Lots of women love big boys like you ... nice and safe ... and cuddly." She released his cheeks. Mike lowered his head and placed a gente kiss on her forehead.

"You're sweet for saying that, Sienna, but ..." his voice trailed off. It was quiet for a moment. Only the pops of the wood in the fire could be heard.

Mike continued, "Anyway ... she finishes her dances, and it's obvious I enjoyed them. I mean my cock is so hard. It won't even stay in the boxers! She comes over to me and lightly drags her silk veils over my face and chest.

"She asks, 'Are you satisfied, master?' I smile and tell her, 'Very much so, but ...' My little belly dancer looks at the floor, almost dejected. She says, 'I'm sorry, master. I thought I was pleasing to you.' She almost starts to cry."

"Good one!" Sienna interrupted.

Mike gently hushed her and said, "BUT! I take her by the hand and invited her to the bed. She joins me, and I pull the sheets back showing her my erection. I say, 'You can certainly continue to satisfy me,' as I pull her on my lap. She straddles my hips. Gently, I pull her facial veil away and kiss her hungrily, slipping my tongue into her sweet mouth.

"I run my hands down her back and release her top. Her bare breasts are so full and beautiful -- 38C maybe. I kiss her neck and trail those kisses to between her breasts. My tongue traces circles around her nipples as she lets out a small, pleasured gasp.

"She sighs, 'Master, I thought I was to please YOU tonight.' I smile as I wrap my hands around her breasts. I tell her, 'Oh, you ARE pleasing me.' I slip my fingers down a little ways into her harem pants and finally slide them off. I decide to leave her belly chain on. So, now she's straddling me in her satin black thong. My cock gets even harder. She leans forward and kisses my lips.

"Standing up, she slides out of her thong. I notice its wet. She's dripping with excitement. I ask her, 'Is it okay if we have sex?' She smiles, and holds up a condom. Her delicate fingers unroll it onto my erection. I almost come right there from her touch. She has the perfect grip on it." Mike shuddered again. He slightly shifted his hips. He could feel himself getting an erection. Mike traced Sienna's face lightly with his fingers. She smiled as he continued with his fantasy:

"My belly dancer is just dripping wet for me. Slowly, she slides my cock into her tight little pussy. She feels so warm, and slides in with ease ... all the way down to the base of my cock. She smiles and begins to grind her hips against mine, imitating one of her dances.

"You can imagine how much heavier my breathing becomes. I run my hands down her back and cup her curvy ass in my hands. She gasps a little and her eyes twinkle. I smile as I rock her hips back and forth against my cock. I ask her, 'Is there something you'd like me to do?'

"She replies, 'Master, I am to pleasure and satisfy YOU!' I tell her, 'Pleasuring you is going to pleasure me, my darling.' She takes me hand and slides it more around her ass. She smiles as I trace my fingers closer. I ask her as I begin to rub her in the best spot possible. 'Do you ant my finger in your ass?' She ---"

Sienna interrupted, "Mike! That is so hot!" She noticed their faces had become a little closer. She also noticed her thong was getting wet as well. "Go on," she whispered.

"Well, she smiles and says, 'Oh please, master! I enjoy that feel!' So, I rub some lube into my hands and slowly start to fill her tight ass with my index finger. Her whole body relaxes as she takes it all. I can tell she wants to come already. She even tells me, 'Master, this will make me come so quick!' I slowly pull my finger out about a 1/2 inch, and then back in one inch. I keep doing that until she feels just a little more stretched out and ready.

"I quicken my thrusting both with my finger and my cock. I'm so turned on by the sight of her bouncing breasts. They're so full and beautiful. She even has her belly button pierced. It's not too long before she starts moaning and rocking her hips even harder. Her little pussy's so warm. I slide so easily into her. She begs me, 'Please, master, don't stop!' She continues to work her tummy around as if she were doing another dance for me. My cock is certainly getting a treat! I replaced my index finger with my middle finger in her ass. 'Oh! Yes, master! It feels wonderful!' she moans.

"I ask her to rub herself so I can watch. She does and its a great sight. I can feel myself getting close to coming. Her fingers just glide so easily. I love to watch a woman do that. It makes me pound up into her harder. I hit her G-spot and she shudders. Her rubbing intensifies as she begs me not to take my finger from her ass.

"Finally, I can't take it anymore. I come so hard. I feel her muscles tense up around my cock and squeeze. It's probably the best, mind blowing orgasm I've ever had. Slowly, I slide my finger out of her ass. She gets a little added pleasure feel from that. 'Did I please you, master?' she asks, regaining her barrings. I wipe my forehead and smile. I can only nod. She enjoyed herself, too, since the lap of my boxers are soaked!"

Sienna smiled up at him, their faces now very close. "Mike, that was so hot," she whispered. "What an awesome fantasy. But tell me something." Mike nodded. "You'll believe your imaginary belly dancer that you're not fat, but you won't believe ME?"

Mike caressed her face and, for the first time ever, gently kissed her lips. "Sienna ... if I believe my little belly dancer, that means I believe you."

Sienna's almond brown eyes widened. "You mean ... I'M your belly ..." Mike nodded and French kissed her. He pulled a violet piece of silk from his jeans pocket and handed it to her. Sienna took it, smiled, and said, "I thought you'd never ask ... Master."

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Welcome! I hope you enjoy all of my amateur porn photos here at Brandi's, Swinger Social Network. Although I do have my own site which you can access below, I have a blast here getting to know Brandi's members! I've found there is a close connection between people interested in swingers, MILF's and Hot Wives. Basically if she's married and naughty.. there is interest LOL!

Below you will find a little about me as well as a sexy story to accompany my amateur porn photos entitled: Look at Me Slut. I decided to share these particular photos with the community here in Brandi's , Swinger Social Network because quite frankly ya'll seem to like us wives dirty! I hope enjoy them! And please feel free to send me a message or hit me up on the live chat when you see me on!

Why We Started Our Site

We started doing some hardcore couples stuff, and people liked what we did, so we decided to make a site about what we do - straight sex, kinky sex, toys, sexy girls and of course my favorite... facials!!

We love what we do, and I know that once you see some of my free pictures and movies you will too!!

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Sexy Story For This Photo Set Entitled: Look at Me Slut

"Tell me what you want."

I want your cock. Your cum. To kneel down in front of you and open my mouth to you. Follow the tip of my tongue over the length of your perfect uncut cock. Playful. Biting my bottom lip. Smiling. Kissing your head. Circling it. Making it wet and glistening. Moving your foreskin up and down over your head. Sucking so softly. Teasing you.

"Look at me."

This is what I love. Looking up at you. Squarely in the eye. Waiting. Relinquishing. How you look down at me, so watchful and smiling. Your fingers brushing the hair away from my face, wrapping around the curls to the back of my head.

Working more of your cock into my mouth. Making myself go slowly to feel you growing, getting harder. Pressing my lips tightly around your cock and sucking, controlling my breath through my nose. Looking up at you again, eyes wide. The smile gone from your face. Gripping my hair, pulling it back to the nape of my neck. Pushing me farther down onto your cock.

"So pretty."

Pulling back to breathe, but you won't let me get too far away. Just one small gasp before you shove your cock back into my mouth, pushing me down all the way, my nose pressed against the base. Holding me there for a second before I pull away to breathe. Your fingers digging into my head. The playing stopped, the game replaced by something real, a wildness. Looking down at me intently. Feeling the head of your cock touching my throat, then pulling back. Touching my throat again. Trying to pull away for breath, but the time for making it easy is done. Your cock moving deeper into my throat. Holding there.

Gagging, eyes watering. Dizzy, a small panic coming up, searching for the right way to breathe. Squeezing your thighs. You pushing still farther. So insistent now, so in control. Fighting for my own control, to find a way to open to you, to give you everything you want from me. Steadying myself. Finding my breath. Calming. Trying to open my throat to you. More. Wanting more.

"Good girl."

Feeling you so big inside my mouth. No room for anything else while you fuck my mouth, every thrust demanding that I open even more to you, take even more of you into me. I moan.

Your eyes closing. This is when I know I'm doing well. When I know you're feeling what I'm trying so hard to make you feel. Knowing that you want me. Knowing I'm being a good girl.

A low sigh, almost a growl from you. Using my hair to move my head up and down, then holding my head still while you move hard in and out of my mouth. Pulling out all the way, the precum and saliva making strands between my lips and your cock, keeping us connected. Pushing in again. Holding. Feeling the pulse in your cock, knowing you're so close. So close to giving me what I want.

"Beg me for my cum."

Please. Cum in my mouth. Let me have your cum. Let me taste it. Please. I want to feel your cum hit the back of my throat. I want your cum. Give it to me. Please.

Opening my mouth wide, the pleading in my eyes. Always looking up at you. Wanting to watch you cum. You thrust your cock into my mouth in one hard movement, holding me there. Your cum hitting my throat in bursts, filling my mouth, spilling just a little at the corners. The warmth turning to fire in my mouth. More. Sucking as much from you as I can. Moaning. Your cock in spasms, giving me the last of your load.

Closing my eyes, keeping this moment for myself. My mouth open, rolling my tongue around your cum. The heat, the thick and silky texture, the raw, wild, musky taste. I swallow.

You tracing your head over my lips, my face. Licking the last bit of cum from your lovely cock. Smiling up at you. You leaning down to kiss me. Eyes, nose, mouth. Running your hands through my hair. A sigh.

"Tell me what you are."

I'm your good slut.

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A Little About Me ....

Welcome! I hope you enjoy all of my amateur porn photos here at Brandi's, Swinger Social Network. Although I do have my own site which you can access below, I have a blast here getting to know Brandi's members! I've found there is a close connection between people interested in swingers, MILF's and Hot Wives. Basically if she's married and naughty.. there is interest LOL!

Below you will find a little about me as well as a sexy story to accompany my amateur porn photos entitled: My Naughty Toys. I decided to share these particular photos with the community here in Brandi's , Swinger Social Network because quite frankly ya'll seem to like us wives dirty! I hope enjoy them! And please feel free to send me a message or hit me up on the live chat when you see me on!

Why We Started Our Site

We started doing some hardcore couples stuff, and people liked what we did, so we decided to make a site about what we do - straight sex, kinky sex, toys, sexy girls and of course my favorite... facials!!

We love what we do, and I know that once you see some of my free pictures and movies you will too!!

{ An Amateur, Southern Housewife, With a Sweet Tooth for Sex! }

Sexy Story For This Photo Set Entitled: My Naughty Toys

It was another lonely night at my apartment, it was snowing with a mix of freezing rain outside. I had been sitting around watching a movie on TV and checking my mail on the computer, was too late at night to expect anyone to knock to relive my boredom. Not to mention I was horny to boot, so I was beginning to think about my toy collection in my guest room that was never used.

My name is Fallon, I'm an eighteen year old redhead girl from Indiana. I'm five foot four weigh about 113 pounds, I have fair skin with scattered freckles along my body, most noticeably along the bridge of my nose and between my breasts. Speaking of my breasts...they are a size 34B cups, they are perky with a roundness to them and they are topped with thimble sized nipples that are a washed out pink in color.

Since becoming a teenager I discovered that I had an almost insatiable sexual appetite, I masturbated 2-3 times a day at least and I sometimes used whatever I could find, from candles to brush handles. Growing up I had a few boyfriends and had plenty of sex with a few of them, always though about an hour or so after going home, I would feel that urge come over me and I would play with myself until I fell asleep staining my sheets.

Well at age eighteen it seems it has not changed much, after I had checked my mail and the movie I was watching was over, I had begun feeling that need to get off start to course through my loins and abdomen.

I went off to my spare bedroom where I kept my toy chest as I like to call it, by this time I had stripped off all of my clothes, my nipples hard and perky exposed to the cool air. By now I started to feel a slight trickle of warmth start to creep down my inner thigh, I was already wet, my smooth shaved slit felt so slick as I crouched near the box and opened it.

I have quite a few things I had accumulated in there over the shot period of time I had been living on my own, mostly dildos of all sizes, a few vibrators.

As of late a few of my favorite ones were a couple dildos, very large ones that I had added to my growing just a few days ago. One is a mulatto colored dildo, it is two inches thick and ten inches long with a nice suction cup bottom. The other is white in color, is a bit smaller in thickness and is an inch longer at eleven inches with the same suction cup at the base.

I grabbed my mulatto dildo first and a big tube of KY jelly that I always keep in stock, and I stuck that big sucker to the thin coffee table I had bought just because it was the perfect hight and easy to straddle. I stared at the big length of that dark rubberized cock, the thought crossed my mind and I was pretty amazed that I was able to take a good lot of that thing into me last time.

I got up and grabbed the tube of KY and squeezed a quarter sized drop onto my hand, then started to lubricate the small length of my already aching slit, as well as working some of the cold stuff into my hot hole. I let out a soft moan as I rubbed my now very slick mound and slit for a minute, I was really very horny now and decided to stop as I didn't want to take the steam out of myself, as I wanted to feel that big thing split me like the last time.

Squeezing out a drop the size of a fifty cent piece into my hand and rubbing it along the thick shaft of the ten inch monster, making sure to coat the entire thing from the suction cup base to the big head, and it was ready for me.

I straddled the table over the big lubed up cock, grabbed the shaft and started to rub it along between the soft folds of my hot slit, then lined up the big head to my already tingling entrance. Slowly I start to push down then relive the pressure, and try again, each time I feel my tight young hole begin to give a bit more.

"Ohhh...ahhh, yesss"

Suddenly the fat head and about 2 inches of the shaft slips inside me, I love the feeling of being stretched wide like this, and I had ten potential inches of this monster to work with. I had been able to take a little over eight inches inside me last time, and nearly blacked out from the intense orgasms I was overtaken by, just thinking about it spurred me on. As soon as I had adjusted I started to settle downward again, slowly and steadily wedged more into me. Stopping to allow myself to again to the huge thickness stretching me open, so far I had taken seven inches and I felt a strong orgasm starting to surge through me.

"Oh my; GOD!"

I yelled out as my muscles tensed and my body shudder, I could feel my pussy spasming and squeezing around that thick hunk of latex. After I regained a bit of my senses I drew myself back up to the head, then lowered myself back down to the point where I just came from and back up. As I lowered myself again I let my weight fall on it steadily, I felt it going so deep spreading my canal wide until I felt it hit the back of my pussy, the head nudging against the head of mt cervix making me groan loudly.

I looked down and felt a rush of fresh excitement, I had gotten an inch deeper than last time, I had worked nine inches of that huge dildo inside me. I had never felt anything like it, I felt so full and stretched very tight around that big thing. I started to ride it, at first slowly sliding up and down the mulatto pylon, moving up to the head and then thrusting it back deep inside me.

I road that big thing like this for about ten minutes, having several huge orgasms as I fucked it gyrating my hips reaming my now frothy slit, the head banging against the back of my womanhood on my deepest lunges down onto that log I was now ramming into me. By now I was near euphoria as I road that big dildo like a cowgirl on a bucking bronco, as my last orgasm was subsiding I suddenly felt the base of that huge thing as I slid my slippery pussy up and down the stiff length.

I had without knowing, lost in my near hysteria I had unknowingly, gradually forced it in until my vaginal canal stretched enough to finally envelope the last inch. I stopped to look down at my battered hole, it was gooey looking, and beautifully impaled on that huge cock. I started working myself all along the entire length yet again, a few minutes later I felt what was going to be the most massive orgasm of my life starting to build in my gut as I glided up and down the thing.

As it hit me full force I weakly groaned something unintelligible barely hearing myself, I felt it explode in me every muscle tensing and rippling as it tore through me. I was riding that big bastard hard and felt my ass cheeks hitting the table each time I slammed myself down on it, again I started babbling, some strange things that sounded like some language I don't know! I started to black out, I regained my senses my ass fully sat on the table, it felt a bit painful now that my orgasm had subsided.

"Uhhhh, oh damn"

I groaned out of breath, I started to raise up slowly. The long fat rubber cock slowly coming out of me, finally coming free with a rather loud pop. I laid on the soft carpet for a while trying to catch my breath, my pussy slick, gooey and totally spent and buzzing like a bee hive. I had never felt anything like what I had just felt in my life, I still felt like I was still experiencing mini orgasms, my slit drooling hot liquefied lube and my juices down my thigh onto the carpet.

A few minutes later I sat up and took a deep breath, then looked over at the glistening mulatto spear sticking strait up into the air, it looked so beautiful.

"No wonder I haven't been considering a boyfriend at the moment."

I had something I was content with for right now, and god it IS something!

Literotica, is my favorite free source for the hottest in erotic fiction and fantasy. Literotica features 100% original sex stories from a variety of authors. They accept quality erotic story submissions from amateur authors and hold story contests for contributors. They offer a huge selection of adult fantasies to choose from, and are my favorite source for outstanding, quality erotica. Be sure to pay them a visit!

A Little About Me ....

Welcome! I hope you enjoy all of my amateur porn photos here at Brandi's, Swinger Social Network. Although I do have my own site which you can access below, I have a blast here getting to know Brandi's members! I've found there is a close connection between people interested in swingers, MILF's and Hot Wives. Basically if she's married and naughty.. there is interest LOL!

Below you will find a little about me as well as a sexy story to accompany my amateur porn photos entitled: Wife Watching. I decided to share these particular photos with the community here in Brandi's , Swinger Social Network because quite frankly ya'll seem to like us wives dirty! I hope enjoy them! And please feel free to send me a message or hit me up on the live chat when you see me on!

Why We Started Our Site

We started doing some hardcore couples stuff, and people liked what we did, so we decided to make a site about what we do - straight sex, kinky sex, toys, sexy girls and of course my favorite... facials!!

We love what we do, and I know that once you see some of my free pictures and movies you will too!!

{ An Amateur, Southern Housewife, With a Sweet Tooth for Sex! }

Sexy Story For This Photo Set Entitled: Wife Watching

I couldn't believe I was going home with Amy. I just met her but our photo session was very hot and I must admit, she excited me. Her animation, her raw desire and willingness, aroused me. She bounced down the street carefree and full of life. I could sense she loved life, loved exposing herself to the world, not caring, never worrying. She lived for the moment and the devil be damned. Frankly, I couldn't keep my eyes off her jubilance, her sways, her teases. I prayed my asthma wouldn't slow me down and I was breathing hard.

"Dance with me, Mary!" She took my hands and we twirled around in circles, her laughs carefree and energetic, my feet struggling to keep up but I laughed, trying to keep my breath. I was glad when we reached my car, finally getting Amy to slow down.

I was hesitant when Greta asked me to pose with Amy but it was for a Met Art like session, sensuous, tasteful, with just a hint of erotic energy. Amy had a certain air about her. She knew how to display her thin body the way Greta wanted, showing me, no moving me into positions that accented the shot. I felt her warm body draping over mine, my nipples protruding into the silk scarf that covered my breasts. She knew I was new and helped me to relax as we flowed through the session, our bodies in perfect unison for what Greta needed. In between shots, she would playfully press her hips against me and kiss my neck. I wanted to roll over, take her into my arms and make love to her but that would have spoiled Greta's shoot. When we were finished and dressing, I asked Amy if she needed a ride home. She did and asked me to join her and a bottle of wine.

Amy lived in an efficiency on the fourteenth floor of a high-rise near the university. While she was choosing and opening a bottle of Chardonnay, I took off my shoes and sat on the floor by the coffee table. She had very little furniture, a couch, kitchen table and two chairs, a bed and a dresser, but she filled the open spaces with a lot of plants. She sat down next to me and poured two glasses of wine.

"You have a lot of plants," I said. She laughed and slowly sipped her wine. "But your apartment looks wonderful. Better than being surrounded by books."

"Too many," she giggled. "Takes me an hour watering them but they keep me company. I can't resist buying plants. Now drink your wine!" I obeyed. "Tell me about yourself, Mary. What do you do besides modeling for Greta?"

"I'm a full time student actually. Will be for another two or three more years." I drank more wine and asked Amy what she did besides modeling.

"I model full time, for Greta and a few others. I guess I'm all over the web," she laughed. "I bet half the men in the world knows what my pussy looks like." She drained her glass. "Drink! You have to keep up Mare." I finished my glass and she refilled them. "I love working for Greta but the real money is doing other things. You know, sessions that cater to a select audience."

"Like what?"

"You know," she whispered, "like a little bit kinky?" I knew what she meant but I was afraid to ask, not knowing if I wanted to know. "You ever do anything kinky?"

"Not really." I was blushing. "I was a virgin until I was twenty-two," I confessed, "not that long ago." It was true. Not much chance for someone who grew up in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by apple trees and waging a war between my sexuality and my religious upbringing. I became very intimate with my fingers at an early age but suffered the loneliness of not feeling someone's love or anyone's touch.

"Oh Mare." Amy leaned over and gave me a hug, her body pressing against mine. Her warmth fill me and tears welled in my eyes as I embraced her tighter. "You poor thing," she whispered.

"Now hush." I gulped down my wine and placed the empty glass on the coffee table. "Drink up. You are falling behind." She laughed, leaned her head back and drained her glass. Amy stood and walked to the kitchen while I refilled our glasses. She returned carrying a small candle, placed it on the table, and lit it. She gulped down her wine, turned off the light, walked to the dresser and pulled out binoculars. I wasn't sure what she was doing so I kept quiet.

"I want to check on something," she whispered and walked over to the window. She parted the curtain and peered through the binoculars. She remained silent for the longest time and I wondered what she was doing. "Come on sweetie," she whispered, "don't get modest on me tonight." I then realized what she was doing and I panicked, not sure if I should leave or let Amy spy. I could see Amy shivering with delight when she told me the light just went on, then I heard her gasp. "Come here, Mare." I stood, walked over and she handed me the binoculars. "One floor down and to the left." After focusing, I found a window where the light was on and the curtain open. What was I looking for, I thought? What's Amy getting me into? Then, like a phantasm, she appeared.

"Oh my God!" I sharpened the focus and I felt Amy's arms wrap around me, her breasts pressing hard against my back. This stranger stood in front of the window, wearing an opened robe barely concealing her breasts, and looked around. I couldn't stop looking. She was older, maybe mid thirties and she knew what she was doing. She placed her hands on her hips and the robe spread, revealing her full breasts. Her eyes searched back and forth as she leaned out the window. I swore she looked right at me and I froze, unable to move.

"What's she doing?" Amy was whispering into my ear.

"Just standing there with her robe, wide open." I felt her arms tighten around my waist, her breasts pressing deeper into my back. I watched while she slowly slipped off her robe and moved away from the window. I then realized she wasn't alone. "I think she has someone with her." She held out her hand and a man appeared in view. "She's with a man."

"No way!" Amy grabbed the binoculars and looked. "That slut," she giggled. "I can't bear to watch." She handed back the binoculars and pressed her body harder against me. "Tell me what they're doing, Mare."

"Oh God! She's kneeling in front of him." I watched as she slowly pulled the man's pants down and reached into his boxers. Amy pressed closer and I felt her hands glide over my breasts, her hips rubbing against my ass. The woman pulled out his cock and began running her fingers up and down his very erect shaft. I trembled as she slowly opened her mouth and began sucking him. "She's giving him a blow job." Amy squeezed my boobs and I trembled. I couldn't stop watching as she slowly worked her mouth up and down his cock, her fingers cupping his balls. He placed his hands on her head and pushed her mouth up and down harder and faster, his head leaning back, a silent moan escaping his lips. Grabbing his ass, she rammed his cock deep into her mouth. I could see she was shaking. Her hand was between her legs and rubbing her pussy while straining to get more of his cock down her throat. The man tensed and I could see her swallowing his cum as his cock worked in and out in slow spastic jerks. I was stunned but my pussy was very wet.

"Well? Did she?" I turned and hugged Amy. I felt her thigh press between my legs. I kissed her and knew I needed more than her leg rubbing my pussy.

"To answer your question, yes." I was trembling so hard and I knew Amy felt it. She continued rubbing my pussy, her lips nibbling my neck. Reaching back, I pulled the string and the curtain opened. I took Amy's hand and led her the short distance to her bed. We sat and she clung to me, our arms wrapped around each other, our mouths pressing harder together, our tongues probing deeper. "Oh God." I needed to catch my breath and I leaned back, and rested my head on the pillow. I reached up and began touching her breasts. I could feel her nipples straining against her bra. I wanted to free them, to take them between my fingers, then between my lips, my tongue teasing their hardness but it was so dark in the room and I wanted to admire her beauty, her passion and excitement. I wanted to see everything. I reached over and turned on the light, its glare covered us and the bed. I pulled Amy on top of me, my leg splitting her thighs and I rubbed her pussy in long sweet motions.

"Mary?" She felt tense. I didn't stop. I licked under her chin and slowly worked my tongue lower to the top of her tee shirt. Amy moaned and I felt her hair on my face, her fingers digging deeper into my back. "Do we need the light?"

"I want to see you."

"But the curtain is open." I leaned up and kissed her, preventing any more discussion.

"I know," whispering. "I want to make love to you." I didn't let her answer. Sliding lower, I opened my mouth and pressed it hard against her left breast, sucking both cotton and flesh into my mouth. My tongue moistened the fabric. I could feel her nipple slip deeper as I opened my mouth wider. My tongue wanted to feel her flesh instead of cloth so I reached down and slowly pulled her tee shirt higher over her tummy. Amy raised herself and I watched as the shirt slipped over her breasts, then over her arms and to the floor. I pressed my lips between her breasts as I reached around and unclasped her bra, pulled the straps off her shoulders and added to the little pile of clothes on the floor.

"Oh baby." She squeezed her legs around my thigh and began unbuttoning my blouse, her fingers trembling as more of my skin was exposed. I reached around, unclasped my bra, pulled it away from my screaming breasts and Amy buried her mouth over them, her tongue sliding over my flesh.

"Let's get undressed." We broke from our grasp and stripped the rest of our clothes off. I purposely sat apart and reached out to take her hands into mine. "I wanted to roll over today and passionately kiss you and press my pussy against you and taste you and make you cum." I squeezed her fingers and pulled her to me. "Greta would have been pissed," she laughed as she fell into my arms and started licking my neck. I moaned and bent my head, exposing myself to deeper kisses as I gently caressed her shoulders. She opened her mouth and I felt my skin being sucked into her mouth, her teeth nibbling harder. Then, she bit my neck and I squealed with delight. I fell back and pulled Amy on top of me and, aching for more, offered my neck. "Oh baby," she whispered. Her mouth opened wider and sucked more of my skin into her mouth, her hot breath teasing the hair on the back of my neck, her arms pulling me tight against her body. Shifting, I got my thigh between her legs and began caressing her very wet pussy. The more she sucked the harder I rubbed my now very wet thigh against her.

I rolled over and Amy's mouth left my neck and our lips crushed together, our tongues prying deeper into each other's mouths. Glancing up, I stared at the curtainless window, the light bathing our bodies, and wondered who could be watching us this very moment. My whole body tingled with the thought of strangers peering in and watching us touch each other. Amy arched her hips against me and began a rhythmic motion on my thigh as I reached down and ran my fingers between her breasts. She draped against me. Our kisses intensified and I moved my hand over her breast and pressed my palm hard on her nipple. My fingers kneaded her soft skin and, pressed her nipple harder into my shaking hand. We both moaned when I reached between her legs and pressed my fingers into her pussy, slipped through her juices and found her clit. Amy shuddered when I spread my fingers and began caressing her throbbing clit, my thumb firmly planted on its tip, my fingers thick in her wetness.

"Oh God, Mary. What are you doing to me?" I began to probe her pussy, my fingers slipping deeper, my groans growing louder. My pussy ached to be touched. Somehow I moved and Amy's fingers pressed against my folds, tickled me and slid into my pussy. She rested her head on my breasts and her tongue danced over my nipple. I kept staring at the window and moved my body to offer a better view of our trembling bodies to anyone spying on us. I spread my legs wider and raised my knees, exposing myself even more while her fingers slipped in and out, my juices covering my slit. Amy took the hint and I felt her legs spreading wider, her mouth now sucking my nipple with passion.

"Fuck me baby," I moaned and her fingers worked harder and faster. I tried to imagine what we looked like from afar, our legs spread toward the window, our fingers groping each other, our bodies trembling beyond control. That thought drove me wild and I felt myself slipping closer and closer until I screamed out loud, arched my hips high and lost myself to a very intense orgasm. "Oh my God!" My pelvic contractions forced cum to ooze over my thighs as I turned my hand and began rubbing Amy's pussy with all my fingers. She was shuddering beyond control and I heard her breathe in tiny gasps as her body stiffened against my hand.

"Oh God! Oh God!" She rammed her hips against my hand, my fingers slipping as deep and they could reach and I spread them apart inside her. Her gasps grew louder and I knew she was letting herself go, allowing her passion to swell and overwhelm her. My fingers skipped back to her clit and I rubbed her faster until she shrieked and convulsed into her orgasm.

We lay there with our legs still spread for the longest time. Her spasms subsided and we held each other closer, her head on my shoulder. I kept thinking, perhaps hoping, a pair of eyes, maybe more, were watching us this very moment. I stared at the window and trembled in my passion. A droplet of cum oozed between my folds and onto my thigh. I noticed, also, that Amy was gazing at the window. I leaned over, kissed her flushed face gently and smiled as she nestled closer and returned her gaze toward the window.

"Do you think, perhaps," and her voiced trailed off.

"I don't know, sweetie. Perhaps we'll never know." That thought excited me and Amy felt my body quiver. She was smiling.

I untangled myself and climbed off the bed. Amy was gently stroking her mound as I walked over to the window. I stood, fully exposed and looked around, first left, then right. I unconsciously reached down and rubbed myself, a final act before slowly closing the curtain, and climbed back into the bed.

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She stood before the mirror in the bathroom, examining herself in the harsh white light of the vanity lamps. He dirty blond hair trailed listlessly in front of her emerald green eyes as she surveyed her body, her fingers tracing the curves of her frame.

There was once a time when these curves didn't exist, a time when there was nothing to her but hardened muscle from years of high activity, in sports ranging from karate to cheerleading. But now, the muscle has softened, her hips rounded out, and she had breasts and ass to boot. A look of longing crossed her face as she remembered how fit she had been.

But, as luck would have it, she went to college and got a good job doing what she loved, so as long as she could pay the bills, her body would have to suffer the consequences of being a desk jockey.

She flipped the vanity lights off and flipped the overhead light on. This cast a much warmer glow in the room, and she stepped back to look in the full length mirror. She wasn't thrilled with what she saw, but a small smile curved her lips as her eyes caught a glimpse of the red bag on the floor beside her.

She thought about what was in that bag, and the man that would lose his mind when he saw it on her. She turned and plopped down on the plush toilet seat and drew the bag to her with her neatly pedicured feet. She leaned down and picked the bag up, stopping to glance at the logo on the front.

A sharp cornered, riveted letter C was daintily linked with a silky, almost sensually serpentine letter S for the logo. A logo that she designed herself, for this company. And what was in this bag was simply a perk of the job. She designed the perfect logo, and in appreciation, The Corset Shop, gave her many high-quality gifts.

And this was the one she had anticipated. Holding her breath, she opened the bag. The musky scent of leather floated luxuriously to her nostrils and she inhaled deeply. Even the smell of this fabulous leather made her tingle with excitement.

She pulled the garment out of the bag, a handmade, custom fit, black leather, open bust corset. The weight of it surprised her, as well as the thickness of the material. It was wonderfully soft, and lined with black silk. It was adorned with intricate leather tooling, holes punched in pretty swirling patterns. Even the lace that drew the front closed was beautiful.

But at the same time, this piece was subliminally threatening. There were small spiked rivets that lined the open bust cups and around the top edge. The eyelets that the lace was threaded through were a shiny cold steel, quite a contrast to the dark black of the leather. There was a ring attached to the front, right at bellybutton level. It almost looked like a piercing. There were also 2 rings at either hip. They were small and unobtrusive, but noticeable nonetheless. It was a beautiful piece, and she couldn't wait to try it on.

She laid the corset aside and began to rummage through the other things in the bag. These she had not asked for, but the owner of the company ( a personal friend ) said that they would go perfectly with her new outfit, and that she needed to have them.

The first thing that she pulled out was a pair of leather handcuffs. They had the same leather tooling as the corset, and the same little rings, as well as 2 little clips. They fastened with a belt buckle type closure, and were lined with the same silk. They looked wonderful. She set them down beside the corset, and they made quite a heavy thud on the countertop. That brought a smile to her face as well.

The next item out of the bag was a leather cat-o-nine tails. The handle was thick and heavy, but easy to grasp. It was encased in leather, and had a thin, braided leather grip that was wrapped around it. The uncovered end was shiny, and she realized that the handle was actually metal. This could do some serious damage she thought.

She decided to try it out on herself first, before she decided to put it to use on someone else. She stood up and turned to face away from the mirror. Then, looking over her shoulder, she drew the whip up in the air and brought it down lightly on her ass cheeks. It stung a little, but the feeling of the leather against her skin was quite arousing. She brought the whip up and smacked it down again, this time a little harder, which made her wince.

The weight of the handle made it hard to judge just how hard she was hitting. She glanced down at her bottom and saw a few red stripes. That would do nicely. She knew that she could take it harder than that, but she decided not to mar her skin too much. She put the whip carefully on the floor and rummaged some more.

The other items in the bag consisted of some heavy chains, a silk blindfold, and a leather, spike studded collar. There was a note in the bottom of the bag. She unfolded it and read the hard handwriting:

Dear N, I hope these items suit you. I know you were anticipating them. There's one more extra gift that I have for you, but I want you to drop by and pick it up yourself. And I'd like you to wear your new gear. Stop by this afternoon if you have the time. Sincerely, E

This thought intrigued her. She was a little embarrassed. After all, the E stood for Eric, and he wasn't her husband. But then again, he was a good friend, and gay, so she decided it wouldn't be that bad. It was just past 1 o'clock, so she still had time before her hubby got home. She put her things back in the bag, threw on a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt and headed for the car.

Chapter 2

The door to the shop was now painted black, with their new logo adorning the window in crimson paint. She opened it and stepped inside, the harmonic tinkle of the bells above her head startled her a bit. This isn't the type of store that she would normally find herself in, and like most people, she was always afraid of running into someone she knows. But then again, if they're in this store and spot her, they're going to have some explaining to do if they decide to gossip about it.

She walked a little further into the entranceway, admiring the pictures on the walls. They were all black and whites, and all nudes. Well, nude except for some bondage gear and a few corsets here and there. The models' milky white skins were a beautiful contrast to the black leather. These pictures were taken by Eric, not only a vendor of leather, but a professional photographer. She always admired his work. They were almost like abstracts. Some of the pictures were only of a butt, some of a pair of bound hands, and some of a pierced nipple or 2. She didn't see her friend as he snuck up beside her.

"Lovely, aren't they?" he asked.

She jumped, and then turned a blushing face towards him, "Why yes they are Eric. You were always an admirer of your own work."

He chuckled at her. Then he took her hand and led her to the back of the shop. They passed by numerous racks of leather. Some were corsets, some were skirts, some where "gimp" suits. She could never imagine anyone wearing an entire suit made of leather. But she had seen one before, and the way they clung to a man's frame was very erotic. The glass cases that lined some of the walls were filled with mainly leather and metal toys. And the newest section in the back was dedicated to glass toys. One of her personal favorites. They were now in the back of the store, in the dressing rooms.

"Well... lets see it." Eric said, with an excited smile on his face.

"I.. well, I don't have it on." She replied.

"Why the hell not?" he shot back, his smile never fading.

"I was a little embarrassed I guess, that and I don't think I can get this thing laced up on my own." She blushed again. This was her first real corset and she wasn't used to doing this.

"That comes with practice honey," he smiled at her, "In that case, get in that stall and strip." She stared at him a moment, her mouth agape, and then did as she was told. Her legs quivered as she undressed, again surveying herself in the mirror. She just about had everything off when a pair of black leather underwear hit her in the head.

"Those should go nicely," he chirped from beyond the stall door. She laughed, and then slid them on. She then pulled the corset out of the bag and slid it on. It felt nice against her bare skin. She held it loosely to her body and tried her best to cover her exposed breasts as she peeked out the door. Eric was standing in anticipation.

"Out with it lady," he quipped, and flung the door open, "what are you covering up for? I haven't gotten a hard on from boobs since I was 12."

She laughed at this, and then realized how mousy she was being. This wasn't her. She dropped the arm that was covering her bosom and held onto the corset. Eric gasped when he saw her nipples.

"Piercings?" He asked. "When did those happen?"

"A few months ago. They're healing nicely." She answered.

"Does the hubby know?"

She laughed, "Not yet, but he's sure to know after he sees me in this."

"I doubt he'll even notice..." he laughed back, "ok, come here, let me lace you up." She shuffled towards him in her socked feet, picking up static. She shocked him when he went to touch the corset. "Not cool." He growled. He was not the stereotypical gay man. He was slender, but well muscled. He had no lisp and he didn't walk funny. But he did have one hell of a fashion sense. She smiled at this.

"What's so funny?" He inquired, adjusting the bodice so that it cupped her breasts perfectly.

"Oh nothing... I was just wondering what your reaction to me would be right now if you didn't have a boyfriend."

"You mean if I was straight," he said, "Well, if I was, I'd be pinning you to that dressing room door Pinnochio style." He smiled at his own wittiness as she started laughing.

He finally had the corset laced. He told her to hold her breath as he gave it one final hard tug. The leather pulled tight on her frame, but it wasn't uncomfortable. Something about this was very erotic to her. She exhaled on his cue and she felt the material stretch a bit. Eric smiled, "Simply lovely. I think I did a bang-up job on this one."

She turned to look in the mirror. With her stockinged feet, she looked a little silly, but suddenly she was overcome with how powerful she looked. Her waist had been slimmed a little by the steel bones in the corset, and her breasts looked fantastic. The were pushed up high, and the nipples were erect. Her piercings stuck out a little bit. It was fantastic.

"Stay right there, I have to go get your other gift." Eric said and he trotted off.

She barely heard him as she stared at herself in the mirror. She looked surprisingly sexy, a thing she never thought she would consider herself again. She turned and looked at her ass, which now stuck out nicely from the back of the corset. The leather thong peered out from between her cheeks. She could feel a tingling in her nether-region. She was enjoying this, so much so that she didn't notice when Eric returned with his gift. He walked in front of her, and a small pout touched her lips as he obstructed her view.

"Put these on, I think they're your size." The "these" he was talking about were a pair of thigh high leather boots. They had buckles running down the sides, metal rings at the ankle that matched the ones on her corset, and the kicker, a 4 inch stainless steel spike stiletto heel.

"My god, I'll break my neck in those," she gasped, "they must've cost you a fortune to make Eric, I can't take those." He looked hurt and offended by this remark and her smile quickly faded.

"Don't be mental, they're a gift, and they will go perfectly with your outfit. All you need is a pair of fishnets, which I am sorry to say that I'm out of."

"I have a pair at home," she murmured, still in awe of the deadly beautiful boots in front of her. She carefully stepped into them as Eric balanced her. He helped her buckle them, her movement was slightly restricted from the corset. When her outfit was complete, he stepped out of the way of the mirror.

"Oh my god," was all she could say.

"Now, all you have to do is pull your hair back, put on a little mascara, and you're set for the night. Do tell me how long it takes for him to blink again once he sees you."

Chapter 3

It took a bit of effort to get her clothes back on once she was in her gear, but she finally managed. She made it back to the house in record time, her heart was pounding hard and her foot didn't seem to ever leave the gas pedal. Not even an elderly woman in the street could've stopped her from getting home in a hurry.

She pulled into the driveway, happy to see that the familiar Jeep and its occupant were not home yet. She carefully stepped down from the truck, the steel heels making a lovely clicking sound on the driveway as she hurried to the door. Once inside, she shed her clothes at the door and made her way daintily to the kitchen. The rings and buckles on her corset were jingling happily and her heels were leaving tiny little indents in the carpet.

She passed by the answering machine and the blinking of a message caught her eye. She tapped the play button impatiently with one perfectly painted fingernail.

:beep: Hey hun, its me. I won't be home until about 6. Surprise meeting with the CEO. Maybe I'll finally get my raise. What's for dinner? I'll see you when I get home. Love you. :beep: She breathed a sharp sigh of relief. Normally he would be home around 4, which wouldn't have left her much time to prepare. She erased the message and began to slow her pace. The last thing that she wanted was to trip and sprain her ankle. Or worse yet, put one of those deadly heels through the TV or the cat. She made her way to the living room and began to prepare.

Chapter 4

Once the floor was clean and the candles and fire were all lit, she began to lay out the blanket and pillows on the floor. Soon the room was to her liking, dark and mysterious. The candles and the fire threw sultry shadows on the black furniture and burgundy pillows. The room smelled of vanilla, her favorite scent, and for a moment she was lost in the beauty of it. Then she remembered that she had other rooms to prepare.

She headed up the steps, clinging to the banister, and into the bedroom. There, she pulled all of the sheets off the bed and threw them in the hamper. She then pulled the freshly washed white satin sheets from the wash basket and put them on. She fluffed the pillows and wiped a small bead of sweat from her brow before proceeding to the bathroom. She lit incense in both rooms and then sat down at her vanity to take a breather.

She had so many things running through her mind. How would he react to all this? Would it be meaningful? Should she not have gone to this extreme? It was hard for her to think of all this. Their relationship had been a bit rocky in the bedroom as of late. Everything was just, wham-bam-thank you ma'am and it was starting to wear on her conscience.

It all started after the move. They bought the new house, which of course put a strain on money, which in turn put them in sour moods from time to time. Then it went to the excuse of "I'm too tired." This came from both of them, though. The only part in the problem that she didn't play was in his boredom. She knew that he liked to experiment, but she wasn't always into it. She would find all sorts of exotic porn on his computer that she didn't mind watching, but that she wasn't sure she was comfortable with doing. It seemed he was more interested in watching than in doing anymore. And this turned her off.

The last time he saw her with all of her clothes off was at her 24th birthday party 4 months ago when she got her ass kicked at strip poker. Since then, if and when they had sex, he would only take off her bottoms and do his business. This was part of the reason why he hadn't seen her newest piercings. This thought saddened her a great deal and she almost thought of calling the whole thing off then and there. But instead, she wiped a tear from her eye and put on some mascara and lip gloss. She finished her look by putting her hair up in a high and tight ponytail. She let it drop and as her long hair swept across her back, she got a chill of excitement. Things were about to change.

Chapter 5

It was getting dark out and she knew she was slowly running out of time. She had dinner in the oven, it was already made and she was just warming it up. She had stopped for a bit to check on the candles and make herself some tea. Her nerves were starting to get the better of her and she was becoming careless.

First a dropped glass in the kitchen then she almost set the living room on fire with a pillow and a hot ember. She was also getting tired. Maneuvering around her house with this gear on was a drain, even though she was becoming more adept at walking in the stilettos. She had to avoid the dining room whenever she needed to get to the stairs because of the hardwood floors. She didn't want to scratch them or slip and fall. And bending over to pick anything up was quite the chore. The corset was beautiful, but it did its job a little too well.

She hoped that in all her rushing around she hadn't become disheveled. She headed to the downstairs bathroom to check her appearance. She had to bend over to see in the mirror, the shoes put her face just out of sight. She was surprised at how beautiful she actually looked. Her complexion was ruddy, but feminine and her eyes were greener than she'd ever seen them before. She was going to knock him dead.

It wasn't until she glanced downward that she remembered she was nearly naked. The only thing that was covered completely was her torso. This thought made her blush furiously and she began to wonder if any of the neighbors had seen her rushing around the house like a madwoman. The old bitties across the street would have a heyday with that at their next bridge game... that is if it wasn't tonight. She giggled and then left the bathroom, satisfied that she looked her best.

She made her way through the house, closing the curtains room by room. She almost left the one by the fireplace open, just to give the neighbors a peek, but thought better of it and closed it. A glance at the clock told her that her husband would be home in 15 minutes. She hurried up the steps and threw on a floor length jean skirt that left about an inch of steel heel showing. Next was a baggy sweatshirt. She checked her makeup again, and then headed down the steps just before the door opened.

Chapter 6

She nearly fell at the sight of him. His collar was undone and his tie off to one side. His jacket was hooked to one finger and slung over his back. His curly black hair was a little mussed. His pants were pulled slightly tight across his groin and she saw a bulge. He looked good, delicious in fact. He saw her moving down the steps and smiled up at her.

"Sorry I'm late baby." He said.

She smiled at him and said, "That's ok. How was work?" She was nervous again, and it was showing. He looked at her and smiled as he put down his things. Before she knew it, she was in his arms and he was kissing her. She gasped, afraid that he would see what she was hiding under her clothes and pulled away from him.

"Work was great..." he said, looking at her inquisitively.

"That's good," she said, pulling her sweatshirt back into place. She smiled at him again and he turned to go into the kitchen. She had pulled the foyer doors closed to the living room and just before he could open them she grabbed his arm.

"Why don't you go through the dining room?" she stammered.

"Why?" He looked even more puzzled now.

"The cat threw up on the carpet and I shampoo'd it today. Its still wet." She breathed heavily after that, hoping that he didn't notice her obvious lie. He seemed unmoved by it and made his way to the kitchen through the dining room. She heard him move a chair out from the table and sit down. She sighed again, and then tried to figure out how she was going to get to the kitchen. Finally, to avoid suspicion, she tiptoed as best she could through the dining room, just barely keeping the heels of her boots off the floor. She rounded the kitchen entrance and found he was staring at her.

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Below you will find a little about me as well as a sexy story to accompany my amateur porn photos entitled: MILF Kitchen. I decided to share these particular photos with the community here in Brandi's , Swinger Social Network because quite frankly ya'll seem to like us wives dirty! I hope enjoy them! And please feel free to send me a message or hit me up on the live chat when you see me on!

Why We Started Our Site

We started doing some hardcore couples stuff, and people liked what we did, so we decided to make a site about what we do - straight sex, kinky sex, toys, sexy girls and of course my favorite... facials!!

We love what we do, and I know that once you see some of my free pictures and movies you will too!!

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Sexy Story For This Photo Set Entitled: MILF Kitchen

She entered the kitchen to start dinner. "Do you know what you want to eat?" she asked.

She hadn't heard him approach until he growled in her ear, "Hell yes."

He grabbed her arm and whipped her around. The gasp had barely left her lips when his mouth enveloped hers. His kiss was not the sweet and gentle type she was used to, it was hard, hot, and demanding. He used his thumb to apply pressure to her chin, forcing her to open her mouth. His tongue plunged in and began tasting every bit of her. He took complete possession of her mouth. Her knees went weak and she began to sink into him.

He backed her up to the counter, picked her up, and set her on the edge, never taking his mouth from hers, maintaining complete control. Her senses had left her. The only thing she could do was kiss him back. Her hands went around his neck, his went in her long hair, wrapping the hair through his fingers. He pulled her head back so quickly, and with such vigor, that she cried out, not so much from pain but surprise. He trailed fervent kisses down her throat. When he reached her collarbone he ran his tongue back up to her ear. Reaching her earlobe, he took it in his teeth and began to nibble and suck on it, eliciting groans from deep in her throat.

He pulled away from her and, before she knew what was happening, he ripped her shirt from her and removed his own. He pulled her forward and, in a flick of his wrist and fingers, had her bra flung across the room. He took one of her breasts in his hand and began caressing it. He lowered his head and took the already hard tip in his mouth and began suckling. All she could do was moan. Her fingers were threaded through his hair. When his sucking became more energetic, her hands fell to his shoulders. Her nails dug in as she arched into him. He tore his mouth from her and made short work of removing her jeans, pausing briefly to admire the lace panties hiding his newest target. Once that barrier was gone, one hand went back to her head to pull her mouth to his while the other hand slid between her thighs. His tongue delved into her mouth at the same moment his fingers plunged into her wet heat, capturing her outcry before it left her lips. His only thoughts revolved around how tight she was, and how much he wanted her.

She couldn't keep any thoughts at all. His fingers sliding in and out, his tongue caressing hers, they kept her from thinking anything. All she could do was feel the sheer ecstasy of his movements, demanding and rough, controlling and full of desire. He pried his mouth from hers and kissed down her throat to her chest, but he didn't stop there. He continued down her stomach to her legs. Still sitting on the counter, she tried to adjust her position. He seized her hips and pulled her to the edge, then he leaned down and parted her thighs. Before his intentions could register in her head, his tongue took the place of his fingers. She did cry out then, in both shock and pleasure. She reached out to find something to grasp. But, finding nothing, she could only hold on to the edge of the counter and try not to fall off.

He continued tasting her, licking her clit, pressing his tongue against the hottest part of her. He felt as if he was becoming drunk on her flavor, sweet-sour, like the juice from honeysuckle. With every move he made she moaned and whimpered, encouraging him, making him harder with each gasp and each time she would raise her hips to his mouth, silently begging for more. He forced himself to move away from her. Before she had sense enough to know he was gone, he'd stripped out of his pants. Her eyes fell to the thick, throbbing member, so hard is stuck straight out from between his thighs. She tore her eyes from that which he proudly displayed to look into his eyes. What she saw there shocked and excited her, stopping her breath. His look was hard, determined. There was such a heat in his gaze that she felt as if her face had caught on fire.

Before she could react, he pulled her from the counter and turned her around. He pulled her hips back to his, she could feel his massive piece pressing against her backside. He wrapped one arm around her waist, while the other moved the hair from her shoulders so that he could kiss the back of her neck and her shoulder blades. She leaned over the edge of the counter and braced herself. In one swift thrust he was deep inside her. She shouted out as he entered. The arm around her waist slid up to massage her breasts, while the other arm wrapped around and dropped lower. As he continued to slide in and out, his fingers teased her pussy, forcing screams from her throat. Words of encouragement began streaming from her before she knew what she was saying. "god yes...fuck me...harder. God. FUCK ME! YES! HARDER! Oh God!" His assault on her body and senses became more than she could bear. She felt herself nearing climax. She kept screaming his name, telling him how good he was, until she couldn't speak at all. As she slipped over the edge she could only call out "YES! OH GOD YES!"

He wasn't finished yet. He spun her around and lifted her into the air. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he buried himself inside her again. She fairly bellowed his name as he laid her on the table and continued thrusting. The table was the perfect height for him to stand next to it as he pushed deeper and deeper. He was soon buried balls deep inside her, all 10" of him, pulsating and throbbing. He was so thick she felt as if she was being ripped apart. But she didn't care. The mind-blowing ecstasy was more than worth it.

Every move he made sent shock waves through her system, whether it was just straight in and out, or if he moved in a circular motion, everything felt indescribably amazing. He kept up his frenzied attack, pushing her toward another apex. Her nails scoring his back, her hips rising to meet his thrusts. He leaned his head down and began to suck on her tit again. She nearly ripped his hair out as she pulled his head to hers so that she could have his mouth for her own. Her tongue dove between his lips and dueled with his. She began to suck on his tongue, getting the groans she wanted to hear, which spurred her on to further enjoyment. She moved from his mouth to his ear, taking the lobe between her teeth and teasing it with the tip of her tongue. He groaned again. She then slid her tongue down his throat to his chest. He leaned back and drove into her so deeply and with such force, she arched her back and hips and screamed his name. He continued to slam into her with a self-satisfied smile on his lips and a look of conquest in his eyes. All she could do was moan and scream.

"Who's pussy is this?" he asked. "Who's?" She tried to reply but couldn't form the words. "WHO'S?!" he demanded again as he threw himself into her.

"YOURS!" she screamed.

"SAY IT!" he yelled.

"IT'S YOUR PUSSY!" she answered, barely able to breathe.

Then, as if something snapped inside her, she looked up at him with fire in her eyes. "Get off," she said. He was confused for a brief moment, but, seeing the determination in her look, he slowly pulled out, getting another long moan from those full, rosy lips. She removed herself from the table placed a hand on his chest. "Down," was all she said. He went to his knees, she followed. She then applied pressure to his chest, forcing him to lie back.

She straddled him, and in one movement, slid down onto him, taking every inch back inside, right where it should be. He moaned in response. She rose up, slowly, allowing him pleasure in the movement. When she reached the tip she asked, "Who's dick is this?" He simply smiled at her. Before he could respond she slammed herself down his shaft, sending lightning bolts of rapture through his body. "Who's?" she said again. He could barely think. She slowly rose up again, then dropped back down just as quickly, squeezing him tight as she went. The lightning shot through him again and he cried out in elation. "WHO'S DICK IS THIS?!" she nearly yelled.

"YOURS! GOD IT'S YOURS!" he shouted.

He then pulled her down to him and began thrusting up inside her. His mouth claimed hers in hot, wet, kisses that spurred them both on to fulfillment. She leaned back and began moving with him, back and forth, and up and down, moving her hips in a circle, just as he had done. One of his hands found her breasts and began fondling them, while the other slid between them and began stroking her clit again, finding just the right spot that drove her wild. She kept moving, but she leaned further back to allow him easier access. He moaned in pleasure equal to her own. She felt herself nearing that moment. Their eyes met and she knew he was close too. Their movements became more demanding, harsher, until they reached that point together, shouting each other's names, screaming as waves of electric white heat passed through their bodies. She collapsed on top of him, then rolled to the side, both trying to remember how to breathe.

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Sexy Story For This Photo Set Entitled:  A Dirty Little Wife

Something in the porn worked. I didn't think my wife was into it, but when I made my way upstairs, I found out differently. My wife was on her hands and knees, bound into the restraints we kept under the bed, with a couple of pillows propping up her midsection so her ass was in the air. She had on her black fishnet suspender hose, a red bustier pulled down to reveal her nipple clips, and a blindfold. She had pushed one anal bead into her tight rear end, and had a leather paddle lying across her ass. Twenty candles illuminated the scene. I quickly stripped off my boxers, knelt down behind her, and asked, "Have you been a bad girl?"

"I've been so bad," she moaned.

"What have you done," I asked, gently sliding the paddle over her cheeks.

"I couldn't wait, and I started without you."

"You know I don't like it when you start without me."

"I know. I've been a naughty little girl. I think you are going to need to punish me."

"I'm going to punish you alright," I said, sliding the second anal bead in as she gasped. "I'm going to punish you like the little slut you are."

I rubbed my hand over he fishnet clad legs as she moaned out, "I'm such a dirty little slut. Please punish my ass like a little slut deserves." I pushed one more bead in, and without warning gave her two sharp smacks on the ass with the paddle- whack whack. I heard her gasp, and quickly shoved another bead in. She started writhing as I gave her a succession of blows on each cheek, one after the other. I paused long enough to push in another bead.

"Tonight I'm going to fill that tight little asshole of yours. I'm going to stick everything I can think of up your ass. Is that what you want you dirty little anal slut?" Whack whack.

"Punish me like the slut I am. Have your way with my ass." I pushed in the last bead as she let out a long moan and tried to catch her breath. Now that the last bead was in, I reached over for the double headed glass dildo that she had laid out, along with the rest of the sex toys. I stuck the knobbed head into her gushing pussy, and she moved her hips back to take it all in. With my free hand I picked up the paddle, and gave her another series of strikes that nearly brought her to tears. "Turn my ass red," she said, "Punish me like the dirty little slut I am."

I started fucking her with the glass dildo in time with the strikes on he ass. I could tell she was getting close to orgasming, so I pulled out the dildo, and flipped it around so that when I re-inserted it, the bent g-spot stimulator was doing its trick. I gave her another couple of whacks on her now beet red ass as I rubbed the dildo over her g-spot, and then slowly started pulling on the beads. I increased the speed I was fucking her with the dildo as I pulled out each of the six anal beads, listening to them pop out as her moans got louder and louder. I was fucking her fast and furious when I pulled out the last bead, and she collapsed on the pillows with a scream of ecstasy.

"I'm not done with you yet, slut." I started massaging her clit with my fingers as I planned my next move. She started pushing her gushing wet pussy onto my hand, trying to get my fingers inside her, and I knew she was ready for more.

"I need a cock in my ass. Fuck my ass with a dildo."

Whack whack. Whack whack. Whack wack. She moaned as I told her "You dirty little slut, I know you need a cock in you ass. You're such a little slut you always need a cock in you ass. You don't tell me what you want. I'm going to fuck you any way I want to." I spread her ass check wide so I could see her tight little hole, and she thrust it back farther, begging me to stick a cock into her. I grabbed a beaded anal wand, and slowly pushed it in as she drew in a deep breath. Slowly I started, working the wand in and out of her tight little fuck hole. I kept working it deeper and deeper until the entire length of it was deep inside her. I held it steady and let her work it in and out of her ass by rocking her hips back and forth. Whack whack, I gave her a couple of more lashes to keep her on her toes, and reach over for the biggest dildo I could find. As the tip of the 10" monster pressed against her pussy lips, her hips rocked back farther as she tried to envelop the huge cock whole. "Oh yeah, double fuck me," she practically screamed. "Gang bang me with those cocks. Fuck me like the gang bang slut I am."

"You are a dirty little slut." I said, "One cock in your ass isn't enough for you, you need on in your pussy as well. I'm going to show you how I fuck dirty sluts like you." I pushed the monster all the way inside of her, and then started alternating with the cock in her ass. I slid into her ass, and then into her pussy.

She started to get quiet, and I knew another orgasm was just around the corner. I got the two toys into one rhythm, and started increasing speed and intensity. She started moaning "Fuck yeah. Oh, Oh, fuck yeah. Fuck me like a little whore. Fuck me like the slut I am. Fuck both of my slutty holes with you huge cocks." I used one hand to fuck her hard and fast with both toys, and grabbed the paddle and smacked her ass as hard as I could. I kept fucking her and smacking her until I heard her scream "Oooooohhhhhhhhhh!!!" and felt her whole body shake in the midst of another orgasm.

As she rested and tried to regroup, I laid down the toys, and picked up a bottle of lube. "Are you done punishing me?" she asked.

"Do you think you've been punished enough for being such a dirty slut?"

"I think I want to be a good girl now. I think I want you to take you big, fat cock and fuck me in my tight little ass."

I spread out her ass cheeks, and squirted a little lube onto her tight hole. "First I'm going to finger your dirty little slut hole. Dirty whores like you like it when they get fingers shoved into their asses, don't they?"

"Oh please, finger-fuck me like the slut I am. Shove you fingers into my tight asshole."

I spread some more lube onto my finger, and slowly eased it into her waiting backdoor. "Do you like that, you little slut. Does that feel good?" I heard her moaning in response. "I know what will make you feel better."

"Are you going to fuck me with that big, huge cock of yours?"

"Not yet whore," I said as a slid a second finger into her little brown hole. I had never put two fingers in her bung hole before, but she clearly loved it and started fucking my fingers deep inside her as I just stood there and watched.

"Please fuck me. Please fuck my ass," she moaned. "I want to feel you fuck me. I want you cock inside of me. I want you to come in my ass.

"You're such a slut. You just need to have a cock in you ass all the time don't you?"

"Lube me up some more and fuck me. Please fuck my ass."

I pulled my fingers out, and squeezed some more lube onto my fingers tips. I rimmed her tight hole, and got out some more lube and slid it inside her. I wiped some around the tip and shaft of my cock, and positioned myself behind her as leaned down to spread her cheeks and give me easy access to her used and abused little slut hole.

"Ease it in nice and slow" she said, as I slipped the head of my cock in. I slowly went back and forth, pushing a little deeper with each thrust. I wasn't able to get my cock all the way in, so I pulled out to re-position myself. "Oh, please don't stop. I need your cock in my ass. I need you to fuck my dirty little ass. I'm a dirty little anal slut and I need to feel your hot cum shoot into my ass." I squatted behind her like they did in the porn we watched earlier, and shoved my entire cock balls deep into her ass. I could feel her quivering around me cock in her ass, and knew she was having an anal orgasm. I pulled back almost all the way out and pounded all the way inside of her again. "Yeah, yeah, fuck yeah. Fuck me hard. Fuck my ass hard. Give it to me. Give it to me good. Fuck my little slut ass raw. Fuck me hard. Deeper, deeper. Oh yeah." I kept pounding away, fast hard and deep. I could feel my balls slapping against her pussy, and felt as she released one of her hands from its restraint and furious rubbed her clit as she moaned and cried and screamed in orgasm.

I grunted, "I'm coming. I'm coming in your ass," just as waves of hot sticky jism shot deep inside her. She pushed her hips back into me hard one last time, and let out a silent scream into her pillow that I'm sure would have wakened the entire neighborhood if she let it out. I felt the last drops of hot come shoot into her ass, and slid out of her. I undid the straps, and let her turn over and stretch. I collapsed on top of her, tugging on her nipple clamps while she writhed in pleasure and pain. "You are a little slut, and you need to be a bad girl more often."

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Sexy Story For This Photo Set Entitled: Hubby Likes to Watch

I love watching my wife masturbate. On occasion, she's even invited me to do so, but not often enough for my tastes. What she doesn't know is, I watch her far more often than that.

Nearly a year before Chris and I married, I had finally gotten around to building a new home. Residing in a fairly upper-class neighborhood, many of my friends and neighbors had installed elaborate security systems. Through one of those friends, I had contracted with an individual to establish a safe system within my new home as well. We'd been going over the details together when Andy mentioned he could place several cameras inside of the house if I wanted. I thought about that, but knew with Chris and I already engaged to be married, she wouldn't be real happy about having a bunch of camera's capable of watching her every move. When Andy assured me that he could install them in such a way that she'd never even know they were there, I went for it.

Having a small personal utility room just off the three-car garage, it was perfect for setting up all the equipment necessary to monitor our home and provide us with updated information whenever we needed it. Including of course, videotape in the event it was needed for review. Chris was fine with that of course, totally unaware that I had separate video's running off every bank of cameras monitoring our home.

Shortly after we were married and back from our honeymoon, I was treated to my first voyeuristic surprise. I hadn't married Chris just for her looks. She truly was a beautiful woman yes, and certainly very uninhibited sexually in most areas but one. Early on I had shared with her my desire to watch her play with her self for me. Which she did, but somewhat reluctantly. She had grown up in a strict environment, where masturbation wasn't discussed, certainly frowned upon if ever being mentioned. Thankfully, she'd moved away, discovered herself as well as her sensuality, managing to overcome many of the hang-ups she'd carried with her for years. All except this one for some reason.

Chris had confessed to me during one of those exciting 'pillow-talk' evenings we often shared together, that though she had in fact masturbated as a young woman, it was always done secretly, with a constant fear of discovery and punishment for having done so. Because of that, I soon came to believe that it was one of the few inhibitions she still harbored, not able to fully overcome.

As I did every day, the simple touch of a remote control, rewound and programmed all the tapes to begin recording. Motion sensors within the system alerted me to which tape might need to be monitored in the event there was any movement at night. So far, there had been no reason to do so. Obviously, for the camera's recording inside during the day, I knew they would be constantly monitoring movement, though the only two I had so far previewed had been those in our bedroom and bath.

I'd arrived home from work earlier than usual. As I'd known, Chris had gone out late that afternoon with one of her friends to do some shopping. I had gone into the security room as we now called it and double-checked the status of everything. Curious, I did a quick semi-fast forward play of the tape that had been monitoring the bath. When I saw Chris enter in preparation of taking a shower, I slowed the tape down to normal play, enjoying a mischievous smile as I realized I was about to watch my wife showering.

I'll be the first to admit there's something inherently wicked about watching someone doing something without their knowledge. The fact that it was my own wife didn't change that for me either. I loved looking at her, especially when she was nude. The fact that I could do so without her knowing it, was icing on the cake.

As Chris walked into the bath, removing her robe, revealing her nudity, I sat back to watch and enjoy myself.

"Oh yeah baby. I really do love watching you," I thought aloud.

The camera was perfectly concealed within the patterned textures of the ceiling. At the angle it was positioned, it gave me a total panoramic view of the bath and on into the room, with the exception of the toilet area, which even I felt wasn't necessary or wanted for my purposes, thus giving some measure of privacy anyway.

I watched as Chris passed from view briefly traveling through the blind spot, reappearing long enough to reach in, turn on the shower, adjusting the water temperature. She disappeared momentarily walking back towards the counter where she stood in front of the mirror admiring and examining herself. Just seeing her doing that was incredibly erotic to me. It was a private, personal, intimate moment with herself, but she was nonetheless, sharing it with me.

"Damn Chris, you're making me hot!" I said speaking directly at the tape.

Having watched my wife cup her medium sized, but very firm breasts, I was treated to seeing her examination of herself as she hefted each within her hands, testing the natural age of gravity that every woman eventually suffers through. Somewhat satisfied perhaps that age had not as yet caused them to sag more than what she was willing to accept, she smiled, turning off to one side to get an even better view as how they fell against her ribcage. I was a little surprised when she next tweaked each one of her nipples, causing them to harden as though testing them for response and sensitivity.

"God Chris, play with them baby...play with them!" I urged her.

She soon stopped doing so however, and I sadly saw her head back towards the shower. I naturally assumed of course that's all she intended to do, bathe and make ready for the day. But since I was already aroused just watching what I had been, I decided to pleasure myself while simply watching my wife showering with no other expectations beyond that.

As she stepped into the shower, I expected to watch her do nothing more than wash herself up. I was slightly surprised however when she adjusted the shower massage to a more pulsating beat, then placed herself lying down in the tub rather than standing.

"What are you up too?" I wondered pleasantly surprised.

Comfortably positioning herself down inside the tub, I watched as she drew her legs towards her chest, spreading them. Placed as she was, she'd displayed herself, vulgarly, obscenely...and I loved it. As the water cascaded down towards her from the shower, it fell in a wildly undulating beat that began to playfully massage her sex. By the look on her face, and the expression in her eyes, I knew that it felt wonderfully good.

"Go baby go!" I yelled excitedly.

For nearly twenty minutes, I watched as Chris allowed the spray of the shower to make love to her. Periodically she adjusted her position, obviously varying the intensity, or perhaps the placement of the stream as it tickled her quim, caressing it in it's own very unique way. As she drew closer to climax, I watched as she reached down, spreading her lips with her fingers even more widely a part than they had been. Had I been sitting here watching this live, I'd have zoomed in the camera upon her. As it was however, I had to make myself content with seeing what I was.

By now, I had released my prick from the confines of my pants, stroking it with the same desperate urgency that I saw my wife attempting to achieve. For the first time, I heard her moan, though it was difficult as the shower pretty much obscured the sound of anything else as she lay there.

"Ohhh. Ohhh. Ohhh."

I knew by her pleasured sighs that orgasm was only moments away. Judging her reactions, as I was obviously aware having seen her climax before, that she was close now, very close. Only moments away now myself, I continued pleasing myself, anticipating that sudden quick bucking that would reveal to me her sweet ecstasy as her orgasm claimed her. Seconds later, she did that, leaning forward slightly humping the water cock that was assuaging her pussy, giving her pleasure, doing so for me simultaneously.

I had just finished straightening myself, filing away the tape when I heard the sound of the garage door opening. Chris was home. Making my way quickly inside the house, I greeted her a few minutes later when she walked in carrying several packages.

"Hi honey," she said. "You're home early!"

I gave her a kiss, reaching out to take one of the bags from her.

"Not that one, take this," she said handing me what appeared to be a grocery bag. "This one's for later," she said suggestively, smiling.

Obviously, she was feeling frisky, as I was. "So...anything new and exciting today?" I asked her setting down the grocery bag on the kitchen counter.

"Not really, no. Why do you ask?"

"Just something," I pressed. "You're grinning like a Cheshire cat," then, she did.

"Nosy!"

"Can't help it. It's in my nature," I responded slyly.

Chris had all the fixings for a nice, little, romantic dinner. As we sat there together enjoying it, I asked. "So what did you and Darlene do today?"

I really liked Darlene. If there were anyone who was more outgoing, less inhibited than she was, I'd have to have met them. Having her as a good friend and companion was something I heartily approved of. And the best part, she was one of our next-door neighbors. Having gotten to know her and her husband Jack, we ended up spending a lot of time together whenever we could. The exact opposite of Chris, I had jokingly labeled the two of them "Salt and Pepper shakers". Though both wore their hair relatively short, Chris was naturally blonde as well as fair skinned. Darlene was African American, with a deep rich coppery tone to her skin that stood out in stark contrast to my wife's much fairer complexion.

"Nothing much...just some shopping," she stated evasively. But I knew by the gleam in her eye that there was more to that than she was letting on. True enough, after dinner, Chris had asked me to give her a few minutes before coming upstairs to bed. Having already figured out what she was up to, I took the opportunity to ensure that the camera in the bedroom was properly recording before heading upstairs myself. As expected, she was waiting for me, standing in the doorway of the bathroom connecting our bedroom. She was dressed in a sheer, black-laced body stocking that accentuated every curve of her body while only allowing the barest of hints at what lay hidden beneath.

"Nice! Really, really nice!" I said as I stood there looking at her. "Remind me to tell Darlene thank you," I quipped.

"You know, it's really hard keeping any secrets from you, you know!"

"If you only knew," I thought devilishly. "Well, it wasn't really hard to figure out," I told her. "Every time you and Darlene go shopping together, you usually browse the "naughty store" as I called it. "And most of the time, you bring back something sexy to wear for me."

"Remind me to never tell you I'm going shopping with Darlene," Chris shot back teasingly. "Now...you interested in making love to your wife? Or not?"

As we did, I privately smiled knowing that I would later on be able to watch my own personal instant replay of our session together.

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On Tuesdays, we had a maintenance service come out and take care of the yard. In the past, when I'd just happened to be there, I had noticed Chris eyeing one of the young men who did much of the yard work alone. Tall, handsome, ruggedly good looking with a deep tan from days spent outside, I'd seen Chris ogling him without realizing I had seen her doing so. Just before leaving for work, I'd reset all the surveillance tapes, wondering as I did if with this young man's arrival today, would provide me with any entertainment to look at later on that evening.

As I often did, I brought work home with me rather than staying late, finishing it at the office. Whenever I did so, Chris afforded me the privacy alone to complete it without interruption, knowing that the sooner I did, the sooner we could spend time together during the evening.

Having access from my study to preview the security tapes, I did so, wondering hopefully if there would be anything worth watching as I rewound the tapes. Sure enough, the outside camera's recorded the yard services arrival, including that of the man whom Chris had had her eyes on. Based on the time of the tape and the location of the yard he was working in, I knew that the only place where she would be able to safely watch him without being noticed was from kitchen area. Accessing the cameras from that section of the house, locating the exact time, I started the tape, not too surprised when moments later, my wife entered the room peering out through the window into the back yard.

For several long moments she did nothing but stand there looking out the window. I'd begun to think it a wasted effort when I saw her suddenly slip her hand down inside the front of the shorts she was wearing. Chris had also chosen to wear one of many halter-tops that she enjoyed wearing around the house during the day. As I watched, she deftly undid the knot in front, holding the garment together, thus freeing her braless breasts.

"Now this is interesting," I said smiling to myself as I watched.

Chris moved even closer towards the sink, obviously extending herself for a better view. Shucking herself out of her top entirely, she stood, caressing her breasts, thumbing the nipples of each, all the while continuing to slip her hand down inside the waistband of the bright yellow day shorts she was wearing.

Running both tapes simultaneously, I watched the young man outside gradually move around the far side of the house, obviously out of view from the kitchen area. When he did, I also saw Chris as she obviously headed down the hall towards the stairs leading up to the bedroom areas. From where he was now at, I knew that Chris would be much better able to see him from the "cozy-corner", as we called it, which was the bay window over-looking the yard from our bedroom.

Hurriedly, I located the bedroom tape, fast forwarded to the time indicated on the outside surveillance, and wasn't disappointed as Chris soon walked into the room. I was surprised when she didn't immediately head towards the window however. Instead, she stopped by her dresser where she fumbled briefly in the top drawer where I knew she kept most of her bra's and underwear. Seconds later she produced a blue, long slim vibrator, turning it on, she smiled as the toy came to life in her hand.

"Hot damn!" I again thought. I hadn't known she even owned a vibrator. I'd certainly never seen her using one before. "Thanks again Darlene," I said aloud this time, figuring that it had to have been at her suggestion that Chris purchase one in the first place.

I watched my wife quickly settle herself within the plush softness of the love seat that fit perfectly within the window. Gazing down into the yard from above, somewhat concealed behind the lace curtains, which hung there, Chris pulled them apart slightly looking down into the yard where he still worked. As she did, she slowly began to tease herself with the softly humming toy, which I was now able to hear very clearly as she sat very close to the place where the bedroom camera had been installed.

"I bet you've got a nice...long...thick cock!" she said suddenly. "And I'd bet you'd be surprised to find out I was sitting here, thinking about it, wondering what it would be like for you to fuck me," she admitted to herself.

Though I was surprised to hear her actually admit this, I wasn't jealous. I'd often fantasized about other women myself, including Darlene. Just seeing my wife sitting there, stroking the inside of her pussy with the blue toy that I didn't even know she had, sent a rapturous flame of desire directly towards my groin. Feeling myself harden, I watched in delightful expectation as Chris continued masturbating, once again caressing her own breasts, sliding the happy little toy in and out of her pussy as she held it a part with her other hand.

"Oh Shawn, Shawn...fuck me. Fuck me with that magnificent cock baby!" she wailed hotly. "Fuck my pussy and pour that delicious hot cream into it." Several moments later, it was obvious she was having a climax. I watched as my wife's face twisted into a pleasured grimace as she sat there on the couch driving the blue toy deeply inside herself, holding it there as she buckled forward expectantly as she often did.

Now extremely aroused myself. I switched off the tape, straightened my desk, and went in search of my lovely, secretly horny little wife.

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Several days passed of uneventful monitoring. The wait had been well worth it however when almost by accident, I stumbled upon the best thing I had witnessed yet. It was Saturday, the one day of the month when Chris and Darlene went to the spa for a full days pampering. Which included a facial, massage, as well as a pedicure. With them gone the better part of the day, I soon settled back to review the tapes, many of which I hadn't as yet had time to really look at. As I fast-forwarded through many of them, I hesitated briefly at one when Chris answered the door, letting Darlene into the house. There was nothing significant about that however, but for some reason I decided to let the tape play while I sat there watching.

"Did you bring it with you?" Chris asked.

"Yes," Darlene said giggling. "And you have no idea how difficult it was to get it either!" she responded conspiratorially.

I saw her reaching into her purse, producing a videotape a second later. "I had to remind Janette three times to lend it to me," she stated.

I knew Janette was her very 'lesbian' half-sister.

"What did she say when you asked her about it?" Chris asked nervously.

"Oh nothing really. I told her it was for a woman friend of mine who was 'curious' about it is all. If anyone can understand that, she does. Where do you want to watch it?"

"Downstairs in the den," Chris responded.

I quickly stopped the tape, pawing through several others until I'd found the one I was looking for. Inserting it into the player, I forwarded to the approximate time and hit play. Sure enough, there they were. I was just in time to watch Chris inserting the tape into the player before settling back onto the couch sitting next to Darlene.

"I can't actually believe I let you talk me into watching this," My wife said.

"Good old Darlene. I really should send her something for all the marvelous things she's talked my wife into exploring," I considered.

Perfectly positioned, I was able to see not only the women as they sat there on the couch together, but what they were also watching on the TV. It became clearly evident that Darlene had brought over some sort of X-rated movie. Now, it wasn't all that odd that they were sitting there watching one. Chris and I had frequently watched several of them together, and if all she wanted to do was sit back and watch a dirty movie, we had plenty of them to choose from.

"No. There's something a little different about this one," I realized, and so began to focus my attention on what it was they were actually watching, more than in watching either one of them. Minutes later, I understood why.

Although it became apparent that what they were watching turned out to be a sexual threesome, which Chris and I had watched plenty of before, this one included a bi-sexual encounter between the two males while the woman involved, switched back and forth between the two men, while they in turn proceeded to enjoy one another just as equally.

"Isn't this wild?" Darlene had asked her.

"God yes...I'll say. And it's making me horny!" Chris answered her unabashedly.

"Can you imagine another guy doing anything to Brad?" Darlene asked, questioning her about me.

I heard my wife giggle like a teenager. "Yes...one," she said teasingly.

"Who?"

"You know that sexy guy I told you about who comes over to take care of the yard? Shawn?"

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My wife Jill and I were out to dinner one evening, and she was lavishing me with her usual loving tenderness that she always did -- stroking my arm, kissing my cheek, holding my hand. We were sitting at a booth in the restaurant, and Jill was sitting beside me. She had on a lovely floral dress that showed off her small but perky tits. Occasionally I noticed that her nipples would get hard, and she had gorgeous nipples that turned into jutting little bullets at the end of her tits. They would poke out against the material, obvious to everyone that she did not have a bra on. For that matter, I knew that she only had on thigh high stockings with a lace border at the top of them on underneath her dress, and nothing else, as I had instructed her to wear no panties. She did as I asked of her, and was an obedient wife, but she also like to feel naughty.

We sitting there chatting about nothing in general, when her hand began moving up my thigh. I had shorts on that were quite loose in the legs, and I too, had not worn anything under my shorts. I felt her hand start to slide up the inside of my thigh as she leaned over and nibbled on my ear. The thought that someone might see her hand up my shorts, along with the nibbling and sucking on my ear, made my cock spring to attention instantly. As I looked around, I noticed a guy sitting at the bar watching us. He gave me smile, and I quickly looked away. Jill continued to kiss me on my neck and ear, and her hand slid further up my shorts and brushed against my now straining cock. I felt my cock jerk as her finger lightly brushed the smooth skin on the side. She ran her finger lightly up the side, and paused at the top to swirl her finger around the now purple tip. Precum was oozing out of my cock, and her finger rubbed the slick juice around the head several times. My cock was so hard that I was sure that I would cum right then. Jill continued playing with my cock through the rest of dinner, and as we were leaving the restaurant, I noticed that man at the bar also leaving.

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He followed us out to our car, and said "Excuse me, but I could not help noticing your wife's beautiful little tits with those fantastic nipples, and how she stroked your cock under the table. I have been divorced for several years now, and have longed for someone to pay me that kind of attention. You are indeed a very lucky man!" I replied to him that I indeed was, and we chatted for a few more minutes. He seemed to get increasingly nervous while we were chatting, and finally said "I just have to see and touch those beautiful tits! Would you be offended if I asked you to let me squeeze and suck on your wife's tits? I know that am being bold, but right now I have such a hard-on from watching you two at dinner." I looked at Jill, and looked back at the man, and then introduced ourselves so that we could feel like we were on a more personal level. He said that his name was Brad.

Now Jill is an obedient wife when it comes to sex, and if I tell her to suck my cock, she instantly drops to her knees, takes my cock out, and begins the most fantastic blow job. She knows how to use her mouth, tongue, and hands while sucking me off. The thought that a stranger wanted to suck her tits, and more I was sure, suddenly turned me on. I never wanted to share Jill before, but the spur of the moment caught me off guard. I said, "I know a quiet place by a lake we can go if you really want to suck my wife's tits and pull on her nipples. She loves that you know." Brad responded that he thought that she would like to have her nipples pulled by the way that they jutted out. Jill just watched as we talked.

We decided that this quiet spot would be just the thing, and Brad followed our car to the lake. We stopped at a secluded spot, and then proceeded to get a blanket out of the back of the car and spread it on the ground. I then looked at Jill and told her to go over and kiss Brad on the mouth. Since she obeys my sexual commands without question, she walked over and began kissing Brad on the mouth. I saw his tongue spread her lips open and begin exploring her mouth. Just watching them kiss was already making my cock spring to attention. I wanted to see more! I next told my wife to pull the top of her dress down over her tits so that he could suck them. When he saw her beautiful tits in the sunlight, he let out a moan. It was slightly cool and the breeze made her nipples immediately stand at attention. He reached his hand out and tweaked her left nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and then rolled her nipple back and forth. Jill let out a groan. He then leaned down and took her right nipple gently in his teeth, and pulled until it popped out of his mouth. I couldn't believe how turned on I was watching Brad suck, squeeze and pinch my wife's beautiful tits, and her letting him because I told her too. I looked down and saw that Brad's cock was straining against his pants. I told Jill to take Brad's cock out.

She reached down and undid his belt, and then the button to his pants. As she unzipped his pants, his cock sprang out. Jill gasped in surprise as she wasn't expecting that he wasn't wearing any underwear either, and his hard cock jutted out from his unzipped pants. I told Jill to take his pants off, and she slid them down his legs and he stepped out of them. I then told Jill to get on her knees and suck his cock. She slid to her knees, and took her tongue and ran it up the underside of his hard cock. Brad let out a moan. This encouraged her, and when she got to the swollen head, she twirled her tongue around it, licking off the drop of precum that was glistening in the sunlight. Then without warning she quickly took his entire cock into her mouth until her lips were resting on his balls. She started sliding her mouth up and down his cock slowly, and she lightly stroked his balls with her left hand as she tickled his tight asshole with her finger. I saw her reach under her dress and dip her finger into her now dripping pussy, coating it with her sweet juices. She then used her pussy juice to lube up Brads tight little hole. I thought that my cock would surely burst seeing this, and judging by the moans that Brad was making, I thought that he was not going to last much longer. Jill was slurping and sucking his swollen cock for all that she was worth.

The sight of her mouth bobbing up and down another man's cock turned me on more than I could ever imagine! Then I was surprised when Brad asked if he could taste her pussy. He knew that she was dripping in excitement form sucking him. I told Jill to take off her dress. She unzipped the back of it and let it fall to the ground. I heard Brad let out a gasp when he saw her beautiful shaved pussy. Her clit was pierced, and that seemed to really turn Brad on and he reached out and began flicking the piercing back and forth. Jill moaned. Brad saw my wife's pussy glistening in the sunlight from her juices dripping out, and knelt down in front of her and lightly flicked her clit with his tongue. Jill groaned with pleasure. He then traced the outside of her pussy with his tongue, delighting in the sweet taste of her. He began eagerly lapping away at my wife's pussy. She then lay out on the blanket and spread her legs. Brad immediately got between her legs and began darting his tongue in and out of her pussy while he flicked her clit with his finger. I watched my beautiful wife come with another man's tongue in her pussy, and suddenly felt a little bit jealous that he tasted her as she came.

I couldn't take it anymore, and I took my pulsing swollen cock out and knelt over Jill's face, and shoved my cock in her mouth. I thought that I was going to lose my load right then knowing that another man was now sliding his cock into my wife's wet cunt. I knew that one of her fantasies was having two men at once, and I was delighting in the fact that I was making this happen for her. I pumped my wife's face while Brad pumped her pussy. I could hear the juices slurping as he slid in and out, slow and methodical at first, but then picking up a frenzied pace. I heard Brad moan loudly and knew that he had just lost his load in my wife's pussy. I immediately took my cock out of Jill's mouth and got between her legs. I saw white cum starting to ooze out of her swollen pussy lips, and I had to get my cock in there now! I had to feel how slick and wet she was with another man's cum inside of her. As I slid my cock in, I could not believe how fantastic it felt and how turned on I was knowing that I was sliding in and out of a pussy lubed with Brad's cum. Brad had now gone around to Jill's mouth and slid his limp cock into her mouth. She began licking her juices off of his soft cock, and to my surprise it started to get hard again. This got me going and I pumped harder and faster. Just as I was on the verge of coming, Brad took his cock out of her mouth, and shot another load on her tits and face! I could not believe that he came again! That drove me over the edge, watching his cum shooting out of his hard swollen cock onto my wife's tits and face. I lost it right then and shot my shot load into her drenched pussy. I then lay down on the blanket and told my wife to sit on my face. She obeyed, as always, and put her pussy right over my waiting mouth! I could feel the warm liquid begin to drip out of her pussy onto my tongue, and I was incredibly turned on again knowing that it was my cum, Brad's cum, and my wife's juices all mixed together. I slurped, licked and sucked my wife clean.

I did not notice that Brad had vanished. I don't know if we will ever see Brad again, but my obedient wife loved that she got to be naughty out in the daylight by the lake, knowing that we might get caught, and I had done a good deed by giving a lonely man a taste of my loving wife! We may do that again one day!

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Since the parts didn't come in I had absolutely nothing to do all day, so I went home. Then I decided to surprised Lainey at work. When I got to her job they told me that she went on a break. I looked out into the parking lot and could see her car way in the back, she is probably out there having a smoke.

When I get about 15 feet away I can see that her car is empty, then I look at the car next to hers and I notice a man is sitting in it with his eyes closed, in his lap he has his hands on the back of someones head holding down while he pumps his hips, damn he looks like he is pumping some slut's mouth full of cum!

I step back a little so I won't be seen, then the woman sits up wipes cum off her face and licks her fingers, that is when I notice it is my wife!!!

And then I realize I have a huge hard on! I am standing there in shock, my mouth wide open, going through a million emotions, then Lainey turns around and sees me!

I turn and head for my truck thinking about my gun, which is in the console. I can hear her behind me yelling, "You don't understand!" , "We were just talking!"

She grabs my arm and turns me around, "WE WERE JUST TALKING!"

"Lainey, I saw you in a car, with a man with his pants down and a Hard on sticking out and you wiping cum off your face and sucking on your fingers, that can't be rationalized! "

"Guido, you have a hard-on, I, You, you have a hard-on!"

I took off running to my truck, jumped in and drove out of the city not knowing were to go, all thoughts of my gun forgotten!

I drove around until about 2:30 in the morning. Then headed home, still not knowing what I was going to do.

Let me tell you Lainey and I have a history, we had been married 17 years at that time, I had been in the Navy for 6 years, and was pretty sure she had boyfriends, I saw evidence but always talked my self out of. My best friend even tried to talk me into leaving her, I ended up dumping my friend.

You want evidence? Constantly coming home and finding men in the house, not in the bed, usually in the kitchen with a cup of coffee in there hands, sometimes sitting in front of my TV in my chair!

The one time that really had me thinking was when soon after I came home from a cruise and found a pair of mens boxers when I tugged on a piece of cloth poking out under a cushion of the couch!

I went into a rage, Lainey plead innocence, I just didn't want to believe my beautiful Babe was unfaithful!

The next day Debra, Lainey's friend, came to the ship asking for me, she explained to me that it was all her fault! Lainey had asked her to sit with the kids while she went to the doctor, and her boyfriend met her there and they had sex on the couch.

Never mind that she was married to a man I knew from our sister ship, I just never wanted to believe that my wife was screwing around, and went home and apologized to Lainey for not trusting her.

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