Being a man of simple pleasures and not a lot of self esteem, my sex life has always been relatively boring, a little awkward, and very predictable. This is why the events that took place as a result of my stopping by the coffee shop on my lunch hour were unusual.

The young woman behind the counter reminded me of those old 80′s videos with the conservative women in glasses who lets loose her hair and turns into a beautiful, sexy dominatrix. She watched me from behind her glasses as she made my green tea latte, and I could feel myself beginning to sweat under my collar. When my latte was done, she actually brought it out to me and whispered in my ear that she was officially off work.

With that, she handed me the latte and took my other hand. We walked together to the hotel down the road. I tried to ask her what was going on, and she only giggled at me. Inside the hotel, she already had a room, and I was beginning to think that I wasn’t going back to work that day.

She talked the entire time we were walking, about the coffee shop, about shopping with her friends, about her favorite Italian restaurant. As we entered the hotel room, her cadence never slowed, but her subject matter did. She began talking about her pussy, how wet it was, how warm it would be, and what she wanted me to do to it. I didn’t have to worry about being shy; she had it all under control.

We undressed, and she directed me to sit down on the sofa. She stood before me with her left foot on the back of the couch beside my head. I was staring straight into her cunt and wondering how I got here. I reached out and caressed; she was already wet but became wetter with my touch. With the guidance of her hand, I used my thumb to rub her clit while I finger fucked her with my index and ring fingers. Her moaning told me that I had struck a nerve.

As she delved into my touch, I realized that I was now fully erect. She slowly moved away from me and sank to her knees between my thighs and thrust my large, hard cock into her mouth. I had never felt this before, and it was incredible. Her warm, wet mouth closed around me as her fingers worked lightly at the base of penis and around my balls. Just I was sure I would come, she stopped. “Oh no you don’t! Not yet!”

We moved to the bed where she asked if I had ever had anal sex before. I told her no, I had not, and she rolled over onto her hands and knees. Her perfect ass was there, inviting me to come inside, so to speak. I pressed my hard cock into her ass, making her scream. At first I thought I had hurt her, but she was screaming for more. The sensations were amazing; the area was dry and tight, offering me far more sensation than I had every experienced in my life. It was like little bombs were exploding inside my head as I moved in and out of her anal hole. When at last my orgasm arrived, I pulled out and came on her back, watching it roll down her sides. Spent and satisfied, I lay down next to her until it was time to go.

…For Tantalizing Erections and Earth Stopping Orgasms

It was supposed to be a romantic weekend with my wife, one full of love, laughter, and sex. It turned out to be something completely different, completely unexpected, and led to one of the most erotic weekends of my life. But not with my wife.

It started with a massage. I lay there on my belly, enjoying the touch of my talented masseuse. Then she asked me roll over, and what I saw shocked me. This young woman was the image of a past lover, one I hadn’t seen since college over 20 years before. I could feel my cock growing, and was painfully aware of the erection that was clearly visible beneath the thin blanket covering my midsection. She smiled faintly and turned to the door, telling me to “take my time” getting ready to go.

I sat and breathed, thinking about the last time I had seen her. I sat and slowly masturbated, touching myself as I remembered her touching me years ago. When I was done, I felt as though I had just cheated on my wife, and I was sure that this would not be the last time.

When I wasn’t undressing my wife and banging her repeatedly while imagining this blond girl of my past, I was online looking for my past love. I found her on Facebook, and jacked off again and again as I looked through her pictures. I was obsessed, and the very thought of her brought another rock hard erection.

The next week, I hopped a plane across the country to her hometown and made my way to her office (there is no end to what you can do on the internet). The receptionist called her and she entered the lobby, long legs and patent leather heels, a pencil skirt . . . My God. She looked at me, and I watched realization cross her face. She held up a finger as though to say, “Just a minute,” and turned silently away. Moments later, she reappeared with her purse, and took my hand. We walked silently to the car.

Twenty minutes later we pulled up to a small brick house, and she led me upstairs to her bedroom. Suddenly, the urgency was just too much. I pulled her skirt off, heard the zipper break. Soon she stood before me in nothing but a lace bra. She dropped to her knees and put my cock in her mouth. My body seemed to burst into flames as I struggled to keep from coming. I stopped her, pulled her to her feet and kissed her roundly. Laying her down on the bed, it was my turn to give her the pleasure she had given me. I thrust my tongue deep inside her cunt, tasting the sweet wetness that was everywhere. She was ready for me.

After we had tortured ourselves for what seemed like hours, I sat up and pulled her on top of my hard and waiting cock. She slid warmly over it, moaning in pleasure as I filled her up. When at last I orgasmed, it wracked both our bodies; it was something my body hadn’t experienced in, well, over 20 years. We lay together, and it was then that I realized we had not yet spoken to each other. I started to speak when I realized that she was starting again.

I love my wife. I truly believe she is beautiful and sexy, and she is a great lover. But we were bored. There are only so many different rooms and positions and games you can try before you’ve done it all. It was time to pull in some new players, and we had our sights set on the couple across the street.

We weren’t sure, but we were pretty sure they’d go for it, so we had them over for drinks. Sure enough, they were interested and ready to go. The night was one to remember.

The women started. Guys, you all know you’re jealous. My lovely wife and this beautiful woman began to caress on the couch. A little petting can be sexy, but these two women knew what they wanted and how to please the other. Long, manicured fingers groped breasts, squeezed nipples, and stripped away clothing. I watched my wife melt into intense orgasmic pleasure as our neighbor slid to the floor, spread her legs wide, and began to finger fuck her, first slowly, but growing in intensity. When she came, it was like a spring had burst forth, and I watched this woman stoop forward and drink from her pussy. Her tongue moved deftly about her cunt, her clit, and her anus.

I realized then that I was fully erect and had to do something before I exploded. I entered the fray, grabbing my neighbor’s wife from behind. Wrapping my arms around her, I found her breasts as she continued to lick and caress my wife’s beautiful pussy. She groaned as I moved by hands down her belly to the warm, damp space between her legs. This woman was so aroused and ready to go. It made my penis throb and almost jump from between my legs. I moved myself into position behind her.

Never stopping her erotic dance between my wife’s legs, she spread her own and rose up on her knees to make herself available to me. With both hands on her round, tight hips, I plunged my hard, anxious cock into her pussy. She was warm, delicious, and not my wife. I had to work to keep things slow because my groin simply wanted to orgasm.

As I opened my eyes and found a rhythm that worked, I saw the scene unfolding before my eyes. My wife had shifted into a sitting position, and this amazing woman now fully accepting my eagerly pulsing shaft inside of her from behind was holding my wife on both sides of her hips and thrusting her tongue in and out of her cunt, simulating sex and pulling ripples of pleasure with every movement. My neighbor’s husband (I’d forgotten about him) was now fully naked and fully erect, as well. He was standing over her, and she had his cock in her mouth.

Later, I marveled at how much this scene turned me on instead of making me jealous. The love of my life was relentlessly working his cock with her mouth, tongue, and hand, until he could take it no longer. He came with a loud moan that was almost a shout, and my wife took all the come that she could, swallowing and rubbing the remaining semen over her breasts. The woman who was about to cause my own climax moved up her body and began drinking the come from her breasts just as I lost control of my own arousal, and thrusting as deeply as I could, filled her with my own come.

It was beyond satisfying; it was amazing. We are careful to do this only once a month or so, ensuring it never becomes boring. We never touch one another’s spouses unless all four of us are there. But I assure you, we all touch ourselves when we think of one another.

“Fuck me hard!” was her cry, and I was ready to oblige. This beautiful naked woman before me had been a total stranger only minutes ago. We met at a library, of all places, but when I found her in the sexually explicit book section unapologetically stroking her own breasts as she read, I decided to make my move. It turns out that I was just what she needed to use up the energy that book had aroused.

We made it to one of the private study rooms in the back of the library. There was a chair against the soundproof door. As I had been moving the chair, she had taken off all of her clothes and now stood before me in sensually naked splendor. I went to her to wrap my arms around her and kiss her, but she pulled away and pushed my shoulders down. I gave in to her pressure and fell to my knees before her glorious body. “Make me wet. Use your tongue,” she murmured breathlessly.

I gently moved my hands up the insides of her thighs and felt her shudder. Wrapping on arm around her hips, I grabbed her ass, reaching my finger inside to probe her anus; she moaned. With the other hand, I began to stroke her clitoris. It was already slightly swollen and ready for action. Within minutes, I felt her body rack with orgasm. She clawed at my hair, and whispered, “your tongue . . .” Well, the lady got what she wanted. I pulled her body closer and slipped my tongue around and inside her pussy. Oh, she tasted good, and her body rewarded me with a little fountain of sweet, salty liquid as her excitement built.

We moved rhythmically together, and I could feel my cock growing with no extra hands to stroke it. In a single movement, I stood up and swept her off her feet and onto the table. Our pile of clothes cushioned the area as I laid her down and knelt over her face. With no hesitation, she took my penis in her hand and began to work it, back and forth. Drawing me to her as she touched me, she licked my balls and fondled them in her other hand. I was so caught up in the pleasure she was giving me, I almost came in her hands, but she had other plans.

“Now! Now! Fuck me hard!” She sat up again, as I sat down on the table. She straddled me, wrapping those long, beautiful legs around my back and moved her pussy down around my rock hard penis. I went blind with pleasure for a moment. Regaining myself, I took her ample breasts into my mouth, one nipple then the other, as she moved to her own rhythm, making my cock harder and harder. When at last I came, I could barely contain my screams. She continued to move, slowing a little, as I pulsed forth inside of her. I realized that my hands were gripping her hair, and I think I was hurting her, but her eyes were glazed in pleasure.

She said nothing as she dressed, but she looked at me in a way that made my insides churn. I started to talk, and she shushed me, library style, with a knowing smile, and just that quickly, she was gone.