I’ve found, when recording my sexual memoirs, that one recollection leads to another. This account is definitely a case of that. After writing about the RaRa dress that my wife, Cee, looked so sexy in, I remembered another incident. I’d bought my first sports car. It was a nice little black convertible two seater. We couldn’t wait to go out and enjoy it. To match the black car, she was wearing a little black dress, and 4...

Reading a story here, recently, the guy remembered his wife wearing a RaRa dress. It reminded me when my wife, Cee, had one. It was dark blue, cotton material, sort of like tee shirt material. It was cut on the bias, one shoulder exposed, slanting down to the opposite hip. Knee length on the long side, just below her hip on the short side. It clung to her figure like second skin. She looked fucking hot. She didn’t underwe...

Jack and Jill the end of the beginning part 3 The next morning, I was still buzzing. And apparently so was my wife. Even though it was 5.30 am, we were at it at again, fucking like rabbits. This time, it was her, leading me on, asking me why I had wanted my friend to fuck her. Would we be discussing what happened, when I got to work. And would we be comparing notes about her performance. On my way into work I started to h...

If you haven’t already, read the previous chapter Later that night….. “Yes” I assured her, he definitely wants to fuck you.” We were in bed, having had our dinner, we’d gone upstairs. She was playing with my cock, teasing it, getting it hard. “What did he say, how did you ask him, when’s he coming” she burst out, excitedly. She burst into fits of giggles at the unintentional pun. “Well it just sort of come up” …. “What li...

I’ve been thinking how I conclude my recollections of these two, the thing is, there was no actual end. If Jill hadn’t been my friend’s wife, I would have definitely had a full blown affair with her. Instead it was an occasional fuck, only it was more than that, to me.. I was smitten. I did my best to avoid social contact with them altogether, but when we did, it usually resulted in she and I, making an arrangement to fin...

The Tupperware party “I think I might have a Tupperware party “ my wife said. Oh god ! I thought. Cackling women buying plastic boxes. “I’ll go down the pub” I declared. “Will you do some party food, though ? I can make it worth your while” Slowly she slid her slip off, naked, she reached out to caress my cock. A couple of nights later I was down the pub, it was empty, boring. Fuck it, I thought. Back home I snuck in and...

Monday morning, and we’re at work, and I’m a bag of nerves. Reflecting on our actions Friday night, as great, and as exciting as the sex was, would Jack be aware that I’d fucked his wife. I wasn’t physically frightened of him, I just valued our friendship, and I was deeply ashamed, I’d betrayed him. He wasn’t in the door five minutes and he was off, but instead of bragging about his sex life, said.. “Would you believe wha...

Wednesday morning, and Jack was at it again, bragging about how horny his wife was, how much sex he was getting. It was all I could do to say..LIAR.. but what would be the point of that. I think one part of it was true though, he said he’d got home early yesterday afternoon, and found Jill, asleep on the sofa, legs wide… “I just got on top and fucked her, mate” he bragged “I reckon she’d been getting it wet for me, but fa...

I agonised all weekend about what had happened. Jack was my mate, we come from a place and time, where fucking your mates wife was frowned upon. But then I’d think back to Friday evening, get a hard on, and have to wank, thinking about her. Monday morning I was very nervous, what if Jack hadn’t been asleep, what if Jill had told him, what she, and I, had done, while he had been asleep. My worries were soon allayed. He cou...

She opened the door, somewhat surprised to see me, standing there with her husband. We’d been out for a drink after work and I don’t think she expected him to be bringing a mate back at half eleven on a Friday night. Jack and I were mates we worked together and often had a drink at the end of the week. He was a bit older than me, Jill, his second wife was ten years younger than him, nineteen, to be precise, she was a pret...

We didn’t have sex for a few days, she said her fanny muscles needed a rest. Wednesday afternoon I got home, she was there before me, but the house was quiet. I went upstairs to find her in the bedroom with our massuer, Kieran. He was a naturist massuer, we’d have joint massages, usually they had “happy endings “ for both of us, but no penetrating sex with, or for, him. He had cum across her belly a couple of times, excit...

“My fanny’s throbbing “ she said. “Not really surprised at that” I laughed “ the amount of cock you’ve had in the last 24 hours” “It’s your fault “ she replied “you started it” “How do you work that out” I said. “You’re always touching me, wanting to fuck me, then you started buying me sexy clothes” “I thought you liked all that” “I do, but ….” “But what, I made you fuck three blokes last night ?” I laughed at her. “Four...

It was one of those corporate do’s we used to go to, back in the day. Cee was 37, I was 40. Looking back, she definitely was what you lot would call a hot wife. We’d tried swapping, settling on mmf cos she was greedy, and I liked to watch and join in when she was being fucked. Plus, she was so fucking horny, I needed help to keep her satisfied. Five foot 2in, a perfect firm, size 14 figure, she was a delight, and she love...

The Video Recorder cont.. We lay for a while, chatting. “I’d love a drink, big boy” she said to me, squeezing my cock. “Bob ?” I enquired “Yes please, mate” I got up to get drinks, when I came back they were entwined together, stroking each other, chatting easily. She took a long sip from her gin and tonic.. “My fanny’s throbbing “ she stated. Bob looked at me, a silly smirk on his face. “And ?” I said.. “Well I was hopin...

The video recorder. I’m old enough to remember when the video recorder became commercially available. We bought one, and then we started renting videos, like you did. Soon, soft porn videos were available,the sort of thing they used to show in seedy cinemas in Soho. This tale comes from those times. We’d invited Bob and his wife for a meal, one Saturday evening. The surprise was, Bob turned up on alone, his wife had been...