Am I weird When I first married, 50 years ago, (ffs,) I thought that I was a bit strange to like the idea of watching your wife being fucked by someone else. I realised I liked the idea, because of a situation that arose, quite early on after our marriage. John and Linda, (all names are fictional) were our best friends. In fact, John and I had been out, on the pull, and Linda, and Sue, my first wife, were out looking. He...

Sean’s cock slid from my wife’s well fucked cunt. I watched as thick cum oozed out after it, slowly covering his softened cock and balls. She made no effort to move. She was still straddled across his thighs. Sean started to kiss her again, his hand between their bodies, obviously playing with her nipple. She leaned up to give him better access to her breasts. He was holding both of them, kissing and sucking each nipple a...

The doorbell went. “That’ll be him, then” she said..”go and let him in” We were upstairs, my wife had a lacy tie up short nightie thing. It hid nothing really, just made her look even more fuckable. We’d abstained from sex for five days, a long time for us, back then. She was freshly waxed the day before. Legs as smooth as silk. Her skin was tanned a gorgeous coffee colour. Pink nails, just a little fuzz of blonde pubic h...

We were between friends. We’d been chatting to Sean on line, he seemed a possible. It’d been about six months since C had last enjoyed the attention of two cocks. She was always horny, it didn’t matter how much, or how many times I fucked her, she wanted more.. “I need two cocks on a regular basis “ she moaned. I’d made her cum with my tongue, which she loved. Then I’d fucked her for over an hour, before I could hold out...

This follows on from my last recollection, entitled The Bathroom,. you can read that in my collection of memories on my profile page. I was asked if there was more to follow, regarding Reet’s visit. I didn’t really think there was, I do know we only fucked the once, but then I recalled a couple of erotic incidents that you might find stimulating. Please let me know if you do. I like comments and I particularly like that m...

Dave and Reet were friends. We were in our early 30s. Dave was 40, Reet was almost 50. We’d moved into the village and were renovating a cottage. When we were doing the kitchen they invited us to eat with them. So when the downstairs was straight, we returned the compliment. Dave was a bit of a wally really, full of himself. Reet was 5ft tall with big tits. Think Dolly Parton style, she always dressed well and wasn’t shy...

The morning after the party when I woke up, she was still snoring. But she was uncovered, naked, except for an eye mask. We were waiting for a house purchase to go through and staying in a flat in town. She was a country girl, not used to the street lights of town, so she wore the eye mask. I stroked her breasts, then her belly running my hand down between her legs. “Mmm,” she murmured “that’s nice” my fingers found her s...

Is it still called dogging when you’re in a boat We’d moored at one of the marinas on the Thames. It’d been a lovely day, and we finished it off, watching the sun go down, drinking champagne on the aft deck. When it was dark, we went into the cabin. There was no one around, I didn’t bother closing the blinds. My wife went into the bedroom, and came back out dressed in a silk and lace nightdress. She looked fucking hot. He...

Reading a forum post the other day, a guy was asking how he could get his wife to agree to being fucked by another guy, it made me think how we began. We were both married to other people, so obviously I knew she was having sex with another guy, her husband. It wasn’t until she was late for a meeting, that I realised that her being fucked, just before I fucked her, was such a turn on. She apologised for being late, then q...

Horace Horace contacted me via SH. His messages turned into phone calls, then I invited him to message and speak with my wife. We invited him to visit. He wasn’t the first for us, and we weren’t a first for him. We all knew what we were doing, and what we wanted. C decided she didn’t want to meet in a pub. Horace could come to the house. If we got on, great, if not, so be it. It was Wednesday afternoon. C had finished wor...

Last Train from London Bridge 1968 As the train moved away from the platform, we started to kiss. Those teenage kisses, full of lust and anticipation. I pulled her blouse from her waistband. My hand was under it, pushing it up, searching for her bra covered breasts. Our breathing was urgent, our kissing passionate. I could feel her nipples, pushing at the silky fabric of her bra. Her blouse was over her breasts, as she le...

Life after Rita continued… The next day, I saw Mandy in the street. “Hi” she said, I blushed like mad, thinking of her the day before, and how I’d cum so quickly. “Have you been wanking” she questioned me. “No,” I replied hastily. Of course I had. She knew it.. “Liar” she laughed. “I knew you would” I was so embarrassed. But then I thought, no, thinking about what had happened with Rita, I wouldn’t be embarrassed anymore....

After the experiences with Rita, (read my two earlier recollections) I thought I definitely needed to change from being a shy 18 year old. Opposite the shop was a pub, I’ll call it the Joiners Arms, not the real name. They were customers, nice people, with a very pretty daughter. I thought she was really sexy and had harboured thoughts about her for sometime. Not only was she a really pretty 18 year old, but she had a lov...

Lovely Rita .. gets a delivery (Read Lovely Rita gets free meat) I didn’t see Rita for a few days, but I did re-live the experience that she had given me. In fact, several times, as I wanked myself off at the thought of her lovely body and very naughty behaviour. She popped in one lunch time. “I can’t stop, darlin’ she said, “I’ve only popped into say hello, and give you a kiss, I’ve got a lot to do” Seeing the look of di...

I was 18, nearly 60 years ago. Rita was about 40, a customer in my uncle’s butcher shop. She knew I fancied her. She was quite a big woman, but very sexy, always lots of cleavage. She came into the shop lunchtime. Always when I was alone, serving. She would flirt outrageously with me. She loved to make me blush. She’d ask me about my girlfriend. I didn’t have one, but she’d ignore that, telling me that she knew I was a di...