Posted 9/19/2009 3:07 pm
I have to go now. Believe me, excitement is in the mind, and your hubby is taking you like an animal because something is triggering his excitement, and from what you told me, this could be the reason. He thinks, or wants to think that you and your friend had an affair, etc...
Posted 9/20/2009 2:53 pm
We have a very good sex life. We do a lot of variations. We have been married for 9 years. Now my wife wants to fuck me with a strap-on. I do not understand why a woman would want to do that. She is quite feminine and sexy. I can only think of manly lesbians wanting to do this to another woman.
We have a lady assistant professor always elagantly dressed in twin sets. She teaches a very small senior class and very often sits with us and it shows that she wears stay up stockings from the visible welt. I am a woman and find it attractive, how about men?
Posted 9/20/2009 3:21 pm
By the way Antonia, I liked your briefing on stockings. Seeing this assistant professor wearing them, I am enticed to wear them.
Posted 9/20/2009 8:50 pm
So, I showed up at ShyAnne's shack in Pittsburg last Friday afternoon. I rang the doorbell, but all I heard from inside was a woman's voice screaming and yelling, and children screaming and yelling back. I rang the bell a few more times until I finally heard the argument come to a halt as someone screamed "Shut the fuck up! I gotta get the door!" The house boomed with plodding footsteps, and suddenly, I saw the bloated, broad, exhausted face of ShyAnne looming at the screen door, a mangled cigarette clenched in her teeth. She looked me up and down for a moment, and then asked: "The fuck you want?"
"Uh, I'm your date - I'm ____ from FC."
ShyAnne brightened up noticably. "Oh, hey, alright, well come on in," she offered, kicking the screendoor open and motioning me in. Ice cubes clunked in a huge plastic mug she carried, filled with whatever alcoholic mix I smelled on her breath. "Sorry, hope you didn't have to wait long - I was, uh, talking to my kids." ShyAnne was wearing a long, stained and tattered red t-shirt, stretched almost to her knees; she wore capri jeans against which her flabby legs strained mightily. One of the knees was worn through. Her flip-flops did not match.
A loud thump and crash echoed from the basement - ShyAnne stomped furiously on the floor and screamed, "Goddamnit, knock that fucking shit off or I'm gonna come down there and KILL YOU!" ShyAnne turned to me with a slightly embarrassed smile, muttering "Kids..." while the little ones in the basement pounded the ceiling with what I imagined to be a broom handle and screamed back, "Fuck you, Meemaw!"
"So, I, ah.. so, you ready?" I said. We had planned to see an early movie, followed by dinner at a cute little Mexican cafe in Pittsburg. ShyAnne lit a fresh cigarette, drank deep from her huge plastic party mug. Her foul belch led into the sentence: "URRRRRP yeah, you wanna help me, like, fold some laundry first?" She said it with a laugh - I got the feeling we'd be skipping dinner and a movie, and going straight to the good stuff.
I was afraid, very afraid.
ShyAnne led me back through the house, kicking aside toys, magazines, oily engine parts, dishes, until we got to her bedroom. Interestingly, there were two deadbolts on her bedroom door, which she swiftly unlocked. She put her shoulder into the door, heaving it open against the foot-deep layer of underwear, cigarette butts, prescription pill bottles and burrito wrappers on the floor of her room. Ripped and battered plastic blinds admitted only a few slivers of light into the dark and musty hole that was ShyAnne's room, and I was thankful.
ShyAnne ushered me in, giving my ass a drunken swat on my way in, and bolted the door behind us. She shambled over to to bare, stained mattress on the floor, flopped down on it, and fumbled through her purse. Having found a nearly empty pill bottle, she twisted off the lid and upended the contents - four pills of whatever - directly into her mouth, washing them down with a final chug of her drink. Her face screwed up with the effort of swallowing, then she looked up at me, lit yet another cigarette, patted the space on the mattress next to her, and said, "I ain't gonna bite." Then she snickered in a way so tawdry, so filthy, so gracelessly lascivious that I considered bolting out the window right there and then. I don't have to go through with this.... I don't have to go through with this... I thought to myself.
As she sat there on the mattress, swaying slightly and leering at me, I thought of ways to stall. Over in the corner was a cheap second-hand desk with a nicotine-stained keyboard and mouse and an old, dust-covered monitor with the familiar crimson glow of FC. Tiptoeing my way through the filth matting her bedroom floor, I picked my way towards it. "So, here's the computer you post from, huh?" I could hear the nervousness in my own voice. "There's - heh - there's a lot of people who'd love to get their hands on this thing, you know."
"Yeah. Fuckin' cunts," she said, her words starting to slur. I rarely hear a woman used the c-word, but somehow it didn't sound so out-of-place in this house, from this woman.
As I tried to discern what thread ShyAnne had been reading, I heard here flop back onto the matress - I looked back at her; she lay spread-eagle, cigarette pointed straight up from clenched lips like a miniature smokestack on some foul, polluted land. As I looked her over, and she me, she made her intentions plain with a sentence that was half spoken, half coughed: "What the fuck you waitin' for? You're horny, I'm really fuckin' horny, and I'm drunk."
ShyAnne took my five seconds of shocked silence as a yes. Without passion or deliberation, she reached down, unbuttoned her jeans, and pried them off, balling them up and heaving them into the corner where they knocked over a half-full beer bottle. She didn't seem to notice - she was busy pulling her greasy red t-shirt up over her head. Her bra, yellowed and threadbare, came off with a pang!, and her pendulous, lumpy tits poured forth onto her belly.
For one blessed, hopeful moment, ShyAnne looked like she'd forgotten about me - she puffed on her cigarette, regarding her breasts and flicking pieces of lint and food off of them. I was busy concocting an excuse for using two condoms - sensitive penis skin? prolonging the sex? - when the kids banged loudly on the door, hollering that one of them had gotten dishwasher detergent in her eyes.
ShyAnne cut them off, bellowing from the mattress at the door: "Just go wash it out or call the fuckin' neighbors! My boyfriend's here!" Honest to God, my nutsack went tight and cold at the word boyfriend. But the kids kept pounding away and begging for attention, so ShyAnne played whan I imagined to be her trump card: she staggered to her feet, lumbered across the room, unlocked the deatbolts and through open the door, looming above the kids in nothing but a badly overtaxed thong. She yelled something at the childred, something I couldn't make out over the horrified shrieks of the little ones as they sprinted down the hallway and out the back door.
ShyAnne slammed the door and staggered back to me, cigarette dangling from her crooked smile. "I'd guess we got a good couple a' hours now," she slurred.
Now the time had come - ShyAnne walked right up to me, looking up into my face, her cigarette dangerously close to burning my chest. "Best part is, I don't need no foreplay," she said, ending with a laugh that quickly degenerated into a hacking cough. Not breaking eye contact, she reached down and peeled away her thong, letting the woeful scrap of fabric fall around her feet.
I know this can't possibly be the case, but in my memory of this, ShyAnne removing her panties was accompanied by a low, unearthly rush of air, a dreadful foom that hearalded an equally vile smell. It was the strip-club odor of feminine hygene spray that was badly losing its battle against feminine funk. I nearly retched.
ShyAnne stubbed out her cigarette on the wall and flicked it across the room. Looking back at me, she snickered, licked her lips, and said:
"Come to mama."
With that, she got down on all fours on the mattress, her knees spread apart, her hair hanging down to the ground, swaying uneasily. Her gigantic ass jiggled like jello, and like some kind of perverse seismologist, I watched the ripples traverse her flesh, back and forth. "C'mon," she beckoned again in a drunken slur.
With trembling hands, I undid the button on my jeans, unzipped, and let them fall to the floor. I'm ashamed to admit it, but I was horny and hard as a rock - no sex for a month and a half will do that to you. But it wasn't just that; something about this sad, filthy, awful spectacle had really turned me on. I usually dated (or had sex with) "good" girls, nice clean professional women from the world I'd grown up in. And now here was a fat, disgusting, degenerate skank on all fours for me, who wanted me to fuck her without foreplay or so much as a proper introduction. It had an irresistably dirty thrill to it, although I know I'd hate myself later for this.
So, I rolled on the condom - never before had I felt so much allegance and gratitude for a condom, I almost wanted to say a silent prayer of thanksgiving and sacrifice for it. I got down on my knees behind ShyAnne, who mumbled something that ended in "yeah, atta boy." Resting on her elbows, she was busy lighting her next cigarette. I wasn't offended - I just wanted to get this over with and get far, far away from there.
I slid my cock in. She was wide and sloppy, but warm and wet, and she let out a long "ooooooh" as I entered her that trailed off into another coughing fit. The coughs were actually kind of a nice sensation - the spasms of her bronchial hacking, transmitted through untold pounds of fat tissue, massaging my cock. I began to fuck her, my hands dug deeply into the mounds of fat on her thighs, and she made vaguely sexual noises in between coughs, wheezes, and drags on her cigarette.
At one point, she muttered, "God damn, I really am drunk. Those pills..." I didn't pay attention - my eyes were shut, and I was using all my energy to pretend I was fucking someone else - my first girlfriend, my mom's secretary, Barbara Bush, whoever. I felt ShyAnne shift a bit, and opened my eyes - she had reached across the mattress to snare a small plastic bucket, the kind you buy at the beach for your kids to make sandcastles with.
It happened too fast for me to do anything about it. ShyAnne uttered a couple more words - "I think I'm-" and then brought the bucket up to her face. She gave a little gag, then heaved forcefully into the bucket, vomit splashing out onto her face, her hair, her breasts; splattering the mattress and walls, and even me a little. I felt her powerful waves of retches from deep inside her, and they squeezed my cock to a truly amazing orgasm, boosted by the pure depraved perversity of the situation.
I pulled out just as ShyAnne collapsed onto her side, passed out, the bucket tipped over and forming a lake of puke in the mattress indentation where ShyAnne lay. The vomit oozed around her, making a horrible little moat around her body. At that point, the smell, and more importantly, the reality of this room hit me with full force - and up came lunch, spraying between my teeth and out my nose, showering ShyAnne with chunky, awful filth. She didn't stir, but continued snoring loudly.
I ripped off the condom, tied it off, dropped it on the bed in front of ShyAnne's face (as a helpful reminder when she wakes up, I teased myself). I pulled on my jeans and ran out of the house, leaving skid marks on her lonely, decrepit street as I drove away as fast as I could. All I could think of was my shower.
Posted 9/20/2009 10:03 pm
My wife quite often drugs her girlfriends when they go out and brings them home and loves watching me rape them and really degrade them. She wont join in but just sits in the chair next to our bed watching and rubbing her pussy. The next day they wake up on our sofa and always say they didnt relize they had drunk so much and thank my wife for looking after them. They always say "what if id just got in a taxi,anything could have happened to me!". We have been doing this for over a year and in that time I got 3 of them pregnant. My wife loves it. We did one the week before last and I fisted her in the ass while she was out of it. The next day she asked my wife if she had fallen on her ass last nite as it was really hurting her.
Posted 9/20/2009 10:12 pm
I knew my wife had a past history of incest with her Father, but never saw it until last night when he came over while she, our daughter 11 and I were in the hot tub nude. Started out slow, but ended up by me guiding his cock right into my wifes furry cunt. After he pumped her full of cum, I sucked it out, then my daughter and I licked his cock clean, actually I sucked it while she watched and licked it. Tomorrow he will fuck my daughter and I get to suck her smooth cunt clean. Advice?
Posted 9/20/2009 10:17 pm
As long as we are sharing sex exploits, here is my latest. A coworker convinced me to hang out at his place after work. All in all 7 of us show up, 6 guys and my coworkers almost girlfriend. The other 5 guys at the gathering spend the whole night drinking and playing Madden on 360 while me and this girl sit in the corner talking and pounding back drinks.
I'm chatting up this girl, but have no intention of doing anything with her becuase I know my friend has been wroking on her for weeks, and she's been firendly with me but nothing flirty or dirty.
By 2AM I've sobered up enough to drive, and I'm bored watching them play Madden and ignoring this girl. She's litterally half my size, and she drank nearly as much as I did, so I offer to give her a lift home. My friend initially objects, hoping for drunken pussy I guess, but changes his mind quick when she tells him in front of everyone that there is no way in fucking Hell he's getting any pussy after ignoring her all night. We all laugh, and the two of us are out the door.
She lives maybe 10 mintues away in a nice neighborhood, and spends the whole time drinving there complaining about how mad her dad is going to be when he sees her drunk. We pull up to the house and she's visably relieved that all the lights are out, taking that as a sign that her father didn't wait up this time.
She turns to me and says that we wants to thank me for being such a gentleman and keeping her entertained all night. I'm like "Hey, no problem, it was my plea..." and she basically jumps on me. Planting a big wet one on me while she madly starts groping my cock and balls.
I'm not stopping her untill a minute later when she's tripping to pull my cock out and I'm like "I want to, but I don't have any condoms" She gives me the most puzzled look and spits out, like I was retarded for mentioning it, "I'm not going to fuck you!!"
I'm sitting there confused, my cock in her hand, when shakes her head at me in disgust and then goes down on me giving me what I can only describe as the worst head in my life. There is teeth involved, sucking on the least sesitive parts, and she was kneading my balls with right hand like they were some sort of stress relief toy.
I grab here by the back of the head to stop her, becuase she's actually fucking hurting me at this point. She freezes up like a deer in headlights. "I don't want to hurt you, but your fucking shredding my dick with your teeth and stop fucking crushing my balls" . She kinda nods and goes "oh" with my cok in her mouth and then jsut starts deep throating me.
Shes like "Is that better?"
"Much" I managed to get out
"Okay" She says "Just don't nut in my mouth"
Fuck that. I've two hands on the back of her head. Her hair is completely fucked up and I'm basically fucking teh back of her throat.When it was time to cum I just thrust as deep as I could and shoved her down on it till I was done.
She pops up mad, calls me a fucking prick, and gets out of the car in a huff.
When I see here the next day, she goes on like nothing happened. After work, I offer her a ride to go pick up her car. She accepts the offer. She's absolutely silent the whole ride, untill she calls me a prick again as she gets out of my car and flips me off as she gets into hers. I laughed so damn hard I let my car roll into a parked car.
The other day my girl fucked me with a strapon dick. It was of an average size, she lubricated it and proceeded slowly. It felt strange at first but once she started the fucking, I had the stiffest hardon ever. She masturbated my dick as she fucked me with slow movements. I came in no time. Actually I gushed so much semen that she felt sorry her mouth was not there to take. Now I am looking forward for the next fuck. It was out of this world.
Posted 9/21/2009 2:10 am
I am a married man with two children. I have been having gay sex for 20 years. I often visit the bath house and walk around with a towel teasing men then suck them off and swallow their load. There is a glory hole there. I go in the middle stall and let anonymous men fuck my mouth and my ass. I love come in my mouth and in my ass. I love getting drunk and high and leaving the door open at the bath house. You can rent rooms or locker there. I lay there and stroke myself until someone comes in and shoves their cock in my mouth. Young, old, fat, thin, doesn't matter. I suck them all. They always get really excited when I get on all fours, stick my ass in the air and lube their cock. It feels so good when their cocks throb and I feel them pump come inside my asshole. Then they just leave and I await the next. I will stay there for days sometimes. Get 15 to 20 loads of cum. My wife does not like anal and has no idea that my ass has been plowed hundreds of times. One time I was at home alone and called a gay chat line. Managed to get 8 guys over at the same time. Handcuffed myself to the railing blind folded. They came in, all of them banged my ass, came in me then left. Never to see them or know their names. I really get off on wearing and sniffing and licking my wife and stepdaughters dirty panties. I normally get them when they go to bed. I do the same when Jessica's friends come over too.
I also come in her panties while looking at her pictures. Then I will put them back in her drawer knowing that will be touching her pussy and ass. Then I get to lick and sniff her juices and my come that evening. I have many other experiences I would love to share. In fact, I need to contact you personally, Antonia. Please let me know how to contact you. I need to confess alot more.
Posted 9/21/2009 3:16 am
How whipped are you if your wife doesn't let you watch football games. And goes as far as planning lame ass extended family outings on football sundays just to make sure you can't watch the game? What should I do?
Posted 9/21/2009 6:49 am
I fuck my husband every other day using a double dildo strapon. I love to feel my vagina filled when I fuck him. We alternate, one day he fucks me, the other day it is my turn. We have been doing this for 11 years.
Posted 9/21/2009 9:18 am
Antonia. We did it in the living room. I rode him to orgasm. It happened yesterday when we were watching an erotic movie I borrowed from a friend of mine. I first touched him and he had an erection. I told him I am very horny and needed "a fuck." He is not used to me speaking such language and he became stiffer. I pulled off his pants, and I straddled him and rode him like a bitch in heat, taking a pointer from you talking dirty while I rode him. It was explosive.
Posted 9/21/2009 3:19 pm
Our live-in Mexican househelper is peeping on us while my husband and me are having sex. This has been going on for some time. She is 27, good looking and I know she does not have a man. I am intrigued to let her join us in bed. I have never been with a woman before, nor in a 3some. But my husband is somewhat reluctant. Should I pursue it?
Posted 9/21/2009 8:15 pm
Two weeks ago we visited with my mother-in-law. She's a 48 year old sexy woman living alone. We had much to drink and one thing led to another and my wife and I started making out in the sitting room. My mother-in-law sat watching us. I fucked my wife for 2 or 3 minutes then she stopped me and asked me to get off her. I did what she asked, and then she pushed her mom against the sofa, lifted her skirt, lowered her panties, took hold of my penis and guided me into her mother. Her mom did not attempt to stop me, nor did she say anything. My wife ordered me "fuck her," and I started fucking my mother-in-law. We fucked for 15 or 20 minutes till I came in her. All this time my mother-in-law remained silent, no groan, no moan. She just let me fuck her. When it was over, nothing was said. I am not sure what to make of this incident. It has been two weeks and my wife never commented on it.
