Marias New Job

My wife’s name is Maria. She speaks with a slight accent, but not much; just enough to make her seem exotic. She was born in America, but she actually likes to let people think she is from somewhere else. She enjoys keeping people, especially men, guessing. Her skin is naturally a nice bronze color, and she doesn’t bother tanning at all. She thinks it’s funny that other women are always trying to get their skin to look like hers. She is 5 feet 1 inch tall, and weighs less than 100 pounds. She has long dark brown hair, down to her waist. She is strong for her size, with a very firm little butt, and her breasts are a wonderful mouthful. She used to just trim her pubic hair short, but a few years ago she began waxing it. She hates doing it, but the result is so nice and smooth she keeps it waxed now.

She trained as a masseuse when she was young, and started working professionally as a masseuse soon after she turned 19. It’s true these days she calls herself a massage therapist, but when she first started she called herself a masseuse. She thought the exotic sound of being a masseuse matched her exotic looks and speech, but, sadly, too many men assume masseuses are prostitutes, so she took up using the therapist title. So, her first job was working for a gym, giving massages to members. She did have to gently fend off a few advances in her first job. After all, she is beautiful and very sexy. But the place she worked was obviously not a front for prostitution, so men who were looking for sex for hire didn’t go there. They actually just wanted massages. There were several women who wanted massages, too, but Maria says most of her clients were men.

A few years later we moved to another city, and Maria found another job as a massage therapist. She went to the interview, then came home and said she needed to talk to me about the job. They offered her a job, but she said the place obviously wasn’t only about massages. She told me she had talked with the girl who interviewed her, who was named Nancy, and told Nancy she wouldn’t be doing anything but giving massages. Nancy told her that would be fine, but Maria would need to wear the costume they all wore, and turn out for the lineup each time a customer came in, unless she was giving a massage. To Maria and I this sounds very much like what we heard cat houses were like, and it certainly didn’t sound like legitimate massage therapy. In any case, Maria wanted to work, and thought it might be fun to try working in such a salon, even if she quit soon.

The reason she had to speak with me before taking the job was because Nancy said I had to see the uniform she would be wearing and tell Nancy it was OK for Maria to work in it before she would hire my wife. So I had to go in, and view the lineup for myself. It was rather fun. The girls knew I wasn’t a prospective customer, but lined up for a few seconds before going their own ways. For her last job Maria had worn a nurses outfit. The uniform these girls wore was similar, in that it consisted of a nurses uniform top, but they weren’t wearing the uniform pants. I was pretty sure I caught a glimpse of little pairs of panties under those tops.

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Suntan Time

I’ve always liked laying in the hot sun. The feeling of warm sunlight on my body always makes me more than a little horny. We’d moved into a nice quiet neighborhood, and our backyard fence was mostly a stucco wall, done as part of the spanish motif in which the house was built. The only part of the wall that wasn’t stucco, were the gates on the sides of the house, and the small section between us and one of our neighbors, where an old tree had fallen in a storm last year. That section was about four feet of vertical two-by-fours that made up what was a wide gate.

The backyard was spacious, and there wasn’t a two-story anywhere around. Added to that, the shape of the house itself was an “L” shape, and that left a nice hidden cubby to do some nude sunbathing. It was a Friday, and I decided that since I didn’t have to work, I’d stretch out on the patio and make my tan even out a little.

I’m lucky, since I’m blonde, that I tan instead of burn. I’d been keeping my tan going in a tanning salon, but now I wanted the real thing. I laid out some beach towels, a pillow, and an alarm clock so I wouldn’t fall asleep and burn (lessons learned!). I stood in the back yard, and stripped out of my bikini, small as it was, and rubbed some oil on myself. The oil was warm and it felt nice and slippery on my breasts. I have 32B’s with what my husband calls “perfect” nipples. They’re a bit bigger than half-dollars and a nice shade of pinkish-brown. I’m only five foot five, and with 32B-20-34, my hubby calls me a “sexy tart” (mostly because I love showing off). I’d rubbed the oil on my front and stretched out in the sun, feeling relaxed and sensual. After a while, the sun was getting to me, making my pussy wet. I thought about getting myself off, but decided to roll over. After putting oil on my back (as best I could), I rolled over and started to doze off. Just as I hit that light, dreamy sleep, a noise woke me up. I looked around, and saw nothing and wondered if I’d imagined it as part of a dream. I started to doze again when I heard someone moving in the yard next door. This is the yard where the hole in the wall was fixed with the two-by-fours. I listened for a few moments and then realized that the person was pulling the garden hose to water the plants. I heard the water dribbling and figured that I’d be left alone. Boy! Was I wrong!

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Scuba Store

Bill signed up for a scuba class. At the class they suggested that they get diving ‘skins’. These are skintight swimming suits that offer protection from whatever you might brush up against underwater. Plus they add buoyancy and warmth etc. But what Bill found out was that they offer little protection from prying eyes.

Bill found a Scuba store in the northern suburbs that was close to his place. When Bill walked in the store, he was greeted by a nice looking lady. She helped him get his fins, mask, snorkel etc, then she picked out the first skin. Bill was like jeez do you think that will fit? She answered, ‘ya, it’s supposed to stretch and be tight, not too tight, but snug’, and then she smiled. She was about 40 or so, had a wedding ring on. Nice body, for a 40 year old. She was very busty with a little junk in the trunk, but not too much. She was sexy. Her eyes sparkled with kindness.

Jan watched him close the door. What dreamy eyes she thought. He was half her age! She was terrible! But he was so cute. She tried not to think about him removing his clothes just a few feet from her on the other side of the door. She made herself busy arranging some fins hanging on the wall and tried to clear her mind, but the more she tried, the more those nasty thoughts kept popping into her head.

Bill went into the changing room, which was much larger then your typical changing room, actually it doubled as a small office and classroom for the store. Bill put the skin on the table and stripped down to his boxers. Then he tried to get into this thing. It took a lot of effort. Unless you have put one on, you don’t know how tight these things are. Seriously, this thing looked like a spider man costume. It was like a second skin. Bill finally finished getting into this thing.

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Saturday Night Dance

Joe and I went out Saturday night. We did a little 2 stepping at the local honky tonk and just had us a good old time. You guys shuld know how I like to play dress up, and how much Joe encourages me to show off, so this gave me a great opportunity to go Cowgirl.

I started off with light black stocking and lace garter belt. Being only 5’2″ the stocking come high on my thighs, to just a couple of inches below my pussy. Then I pulled on a pair of boots that I had made at ML Leddy’s last spring. These have 4 inch spike heels and are made of soft black kangaroo. They come to mid calf and I think look great. Next came a denim skirt that fell to about 3 inches above the knee, but that buttoned up the left side from waist to hem. The skirt is fringed with tan leather and I wore a matching leather belt. The blouse was an ultra thin white rayon embroidered with the Texas star at cuffs, collar and lapels. It doesn’t have buttons, but three tie strings, one just above the breast and the other two above and below the belly button. The blouse is so thin that it is completely transparent and if worn without a bra my breast can clearly be seen. Of course I did not wear a bra! I did slip on a vest, a real cute cowgirl vest with horses and lariats and boots. The vest draped over my breasts and almost closed in the center, but not quite. The top tie on the blouse was open, and the center of my chest and stomach were exposed through the sheer blouse. As I moved the vest flicked and flickered so if you paid attention you would catch a quick glimpse of my tits and my nipples. Some gold bangles and bobbles and a Stetson hat over my loose hair and I was ready to go!

Joe showed up right on time to get me. I have a Miata, and an Explorer company car, but because this was a western night we went in Joe’s pick up. I keep telling him that he should buy a truck with a straight seat if he expects any highway loving. His has real nice bucket seats, nice that is unless you want to put your head is someone’s lap. He got a nice show of leg as I slipped into the front seat and we were off.

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Whos Teasing Who

For the last several years, my wife, Judy, and I have discovered that she has exhibitionist tendencies that have proven to be a source of stimulation for us both, though she usually tends to act the victim to my encouragement of her displays. Up until this night these play times had only resulted in great sex between us after she becomes turned on by the looks from strangers while on vacation or in situations where her exposure is “accidental” to guys we might know. She carries herself in such a way that it makes a guy wish to see more of her but doesn’t really expect it to happen.

It has usually involved allowing them to see down her partially unbuttoned shirt or opaque blouses of flimsy material when she is, of course, braless. She is a classy, petite 50-year-old blond whose tits are smallish, but stand up cutely and have very pronounced nipples that are hard to take your eyes off of. And, because they’re small, she can create enough space in her tops that when she finds an innocent way to lean over for the right guy, he’s provided a view all the way to her nipples that dangle nakedly inside.

Last week, in celebration of a manager’s retirement at the hotel where Judy works, a number of regular guests and employees were invited to celebrate the private event with drinks and snacks around the indoor pool. I came along as Judy’s escort and soon discovered that she is among the more popular front desk girls, as the “regulars” were sure to compliment me on her customer service abilities while they joked and spent lots of time around her at the poolside.

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Model Wife Seduces More Than The Camera

My wife loves posing for my camera and we have taken some very daring shots, but she never envisaged doing so for anyone else, although her figure is good enough.

A colleague from work, who is also a keen photographer, complained to me that he was finding it hard to find a model. Without thinking about what I was saying, I said that my wife would love to pose for him and I showed him some of the tamer photos I had taken of her. He was very impressed and asked me to arrange it.

When I told Rosie what I’d done she was cross, but I flattered her and talked her round to at least try it. She was very nervous and she had had three rum and cokes before we got to Peter’s flat. Peter is a very smooth talker and he soon put Rosie at her ease. The generous measures of gin and tonics also helped.

He started by taking portraits. By the glazed look in her eyes I realised that Rosie was tiddly and I suggested that she take her dress off and pose in her undies.

To my amazement she agreed and I helped her take off her dress. Beneath she was wearing a suspender belt, black stockings and the sexy underwear I’d bought her for her birthday. The bra consistes of straps holding together two small triangles of material that barely cover the nipples. As my wife has rather large, firm breasts, it made them look more naked than if they had been.

The knickers consist of a triangle of material covering her mound but leaves her bottom completely exposed. Her rather profuse pubic hair could not be contained and it lined the triangle. Peter’s eyes glistened as he surveyed the delectable sight in front of his camera. He took a couple of rolls and then asked me to pose with her. Watching her posing for another man had made me so randy that I jumped at the chance and moved behind her.

My cock was as hard as a rock and I pressed it in between her bare buttocks. She responded by pushing her bottom back so that my cock was trapped between her cheeks. For a moment, forgetting where I was, I cupped her heavy breasts and nipped the nipples between my fingers. A bright flash reminded me that we weren’t alone.

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Eager Beaver Goes Skiing

I went on a ski trip the week between Christmas and New Year’s. I went with my boyfriend Dave. We were going to share the cabin with Dave’s friend Jim and his girlfriend Cathy. Dave and I arrived on Sunday afternoon. Jim and Cathy were not due to arrive until midday on Monday. Dave and I had some fun 69ing on the bearskin rug in front of a big stone fireplace with a roaring fire.

On Monday Jim and Cathy arrived. Jim and Dave are about the same height about 6 feet. Jim is a little thinner that Dave and a bit less muscular. Cathy is about 5 feet 6 inches and fleshy, not fat just fleshy. Dave and I left them in the cabin to get settled and we went skiing. We met for dinner and then went to a local bar for entertainment. All during dinner, Jim kept filling Cathy’s wine glass and now kept ordering drinks for her. She got very drunk, and quite uninhibited.

Finally Cathy was getting too drunk to stay out so Jim took her back to the cabin. Dave and I waited a reasonable amount of time for them to have some fun before we went back. When we entered the cabin, Cathy’s clothes were strewn all over the living room and the bearskin rug was out of place. They seemed to have had some fun before going to bed.

On Tuesday the four of us went cross-country skiing in the morning and downhill in the afternoon. That evening Cathy again got rather drunk, but Dave and I decided to go home first. Dave insisted on stripping and sucking and fucking in the living room. I think he wanted to get caught. We finished up and were in the bedroom when Jim and Cathy came in. Actually it was Jim carrying Cathy in. Dave went out to help Jim get Cathy into the bedroom. They carried her into the bedroom, and Dave left Jim to play with her.

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Every Mans Fantasy

I have been thinking much about Dianne lately. You see, she is a very beautiful single woman, very open sexually, and very caring for others (it is difficult for a man, and some women, to resist such a combination). I met her several months ago — of all places — in the waiting room of my dentist, where she shared with me her business (which is of no relevance to this story). My wife, Kristin, and I decided a few weeks later to join her business venture, and because of this association we have since developed a very close friendship with Dianne.

Kristin apparently has also of late been thinking a lot about Dianne. The signs are obvious — daily phone calls, visits to her apartment, her name being brought up in our conversation, etc. Last week, Dianne and Kristin went backpacking by themselves to the local wilderness area while I kept our two kids at home (it is important for my wife, a financial planner, to get away from the daily grind and enjoy her friends apart from me)….

Last Friday, Dianne called me up and wanted me to meet her for lunch at our favorite restaurant. After a light lunch with some equally light but strangely forced conversation, Dianne looked into my eyes with a look that I’ve never seen before, a look of fear combined with a look of desire, and asked, “Mark, it is difficult for me to say this, but I have fallen in love with both you and Kristin.”

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Teacher Conference

Waiting impatiently for his scheduled meeting with his son’s ninth grade history teacher, Hobson Evert paced back a forth outside of her class room while she finished up a meeting with the parents of another student!!! He looked at his watch for the tenth time and muttered to himself, “What ever that kid did is no excuse to drag me down here at eight o’clock at night for a goddamn meeting, jesus christ, what the fuck are phones for anyway!!!” He was just about to stalk off in a huff when a gentle voice from the doorway called, “Mr. Evert, I can see you now, come in please and have a seat!!!” “Finally,” he thought, “let’s get the fucking show on the road,” while sitting down at a table set up over in the far corner of the room designed just for these parent teachers meetings!!! While the teacher was perusing a sheet of paper on her desk and marking off some names, Hob gave the middle aged old biddy the once over and agreed with his son, nice tits but a little on the dowdy side, but I’d fuck her if I had the chance!

The teacher finally looked up from her paper and said, “I’m Miss Parker, Michael’s fifth period history teacher, and you must be his father!!!” “Who the fuck does it look like I am,” he silently wondered but politely answered, “Uh, yes, I’m Mike’s father, can we hurry this up a bit, I’m running late for another appointment!?!” A stern look quickly spread over Miss Parker’s face and she replied, “I don’t think that this is the time to rush through things, Mr. Evert, your son is having a lot of problems with his course work and even worse he has become very disruptive in class!!!” Hobson gave her another once over and replied caustically, “I’ve raised Mike to be a good kid, and just because he’s a little high spirited doesn’t mean a damn thing!!!” The hackles on Miss Parker’s back rose up immediately and she replied sharply, “Don’t you dare use that tone with me, sir, now I can see where your son gets his manners!!!” “That does it,” Hob spat, “you’re just another tight ass bitch trying to cause me and Mike trouble, well let me tell ya, lady, it won’t work!!!” Her face grew red with rage and in a controlled voice she replied, “In all my years of teaching I’ve never been spoken to such crudeness, I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you to leave!!!” Hob snorted as he stood up and fired right back, “Mike was right, you’re just a dried up old hag who probably hasn’t had a good fuck in years!!!” “W-why I never,” she stammered!!! “That’s right, baby,” he said with and evil laugh, “you never, that’s your fucking problem, you never get any!!!” She was momentarily stunned mute as she stared up at the shabbily dressed man towering over her, and this gave Hob a chance to really put her in her place!!! “Hey, baby, look at this, when’s the last time you actually saw a real live dick,” he said after whipping out his low hanging pecker, “or is this your first time!?!” The red in her cheeks was now completely drained away as she stared dumbfounded at the semi erect penis that was only several feet away!!! “I thought so,” he laughed, “it’s your first cock, well baby, take a good look cuz it’ll probably be the last one you’ll ever see!!!”

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First Bisexual Threesome

We were in her Van, parked at the top of the cliffs at Black’s Beach the first time I brought the subject up. I had always wanted to watch my wife fuck another guy while I was watching, but she didn’t want any part of of it. Mayby my girlfriend would be more receptive to the idea. Our affair was over a year old at the time and calming down some from the frenetic start we enjoyed. I asked if she had ever thought about making love to two guys at once and of course she had but had never had an opportunity to try. I told her that I could make it happen if she was interested. From the way her kisses increased in intensity I felt I had my answer. The first questions were who, and how do I know he doesn’t have any diseases, good questions in this day and age. I told her I had a good friend at work that I’d known for many years, married and not active outside of his marriage but had been talking about how bored he was getting. Having made a couple of cruises with him and seeing him in the shower the added bonus was he happened to be hung like a horse. (Almost). She asked if I had said anything to him and I said that I hadn’t but if she was interested I would drop a hint and see what his reaction would be. With her approval I did. His reaction was fairly predictable, at first he thought I was kidding but got very interested when I assured him it wasn’t a joke.

About two weeks later, when our time had just about expired at our favorite pay by the hour motel I asked if she wanted me to give Jerry a call, I knew his wife was working and if he was home he would be alone all after- noon. She said weeeeeeelll I don’t know but what the hell, so I got dressed and called Jerry up from the pay phone outside. He was home, I asked him if he felt like some company, I still think he didn’t believe I was serious but he said sure, c’mon over. The ride from Pt. Loma to North County was very quiet, a lot of silent looks back and forth. She was very nervous and so was I. She held my hand very tightly as we walked up to Jerry’s door and rang the bell. He met us with a cold beer and after nervous introductions we went upstairs to his computer room. I could tell he was impressed, she’s a very pretty lady and has a trim figure to match.

The beer and Jerry’s quick wit soon had us relaxed. He put an X-Rated movie in the VCR and we commented how we had been watching movies all morning. He had picked this one very carefully, the TV screen was filled with 2 guys and 1 girl. We watched quietly for a while, my dick was trying to rip its way out of my Levies and the air was so thick with sexual tension you could cut it with a knife. We were sitting on the floor in front of the TV and Jerry asked if anyone wanted another beer. I said yes and bring back the Cuervo too. While he was gone I leaned over and pulled her to me and we started kissing like there was not going to be a tomorrow.

By the time Jerry got back we were stretched out on the floor and I was fumbleing with her belt. The same belt I had unhooked a hundred times was all of a sudden giving me problems. I said please give me a hand here man, I can’t get this undone, Jerry laid down beside us and we very slowly unsnapped her jeans. I moved down to her feet and took off her sneakers and socks, Jerry had her jeans unfastened and she picked her hips off the floor so he could slide them down her legs and off. I moved back up and pulled her sweater up and over her head, now she was only wearing white bikini panties, Her pink nipples were hard and we quickly each started sucking on them while taking off our own clothes.

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