Private erotic stories
01-29-2017, 07:35 PM
Private erotic stories
A Cheating Asian Wife
Working in investment banking has some great perks, especi
A valet greeted me as I drove in alone and gave directions to Alfred's party. It was a Saturday night at 6:35 pm and the party was already going strong with a happy hour lasting until 7:30 when dinner would be served. I found Alfred at the bar where he made sure I got started with a drink, then he introduced me to several of his business associates and his wife, Lydia.
Alfred and Lydia are both Chinese and being that Alfred is simply an unattractive man, I was always surprised he could have such a hot wife. I had met Lydia several times and we always flirted in a very stealth manner. Lydia was 62 though she looked 45, slightly taller than the average woman at about 5' 6", slender and fit at about 120 pounds, and had perky 34C boobs. As Alfred introduced us she mentioned to Alfred that we had met before. Alfred seemed slightly confused.
Alfred and his associates left momentarily to greet other newly arriving guests, leaving Lydia and me alone. I congratulated her on their recent milestone of 40 years of marriage and her replay was curt, "It's easy to stay married to someone you seldom see. He's been working 80 hour weeks or seven days a week for as long as I can remember. It's why we don't have kids. His business is his family."
Clearly Lydia had already had a few drinks and was very straight forward from the moment we met that night. I looked at her again in her sophisticated black dress with a V-neck which revealed a modest yet tantalizing hint of her ample cleavage, accented by a strand of tasteful white pearls. I've dated Asian women before and I've dated women in their sixties before, but I'd never dated an Asian woman in her sixties. The growing bulge in my pants said I found her more attractive than ever before but I had never before mixed business with pleasure. Since Alfred was an excellent and high-profile client, I wasn't sure this would be smart.
Lydia, however, soon changed my mind. It was as if she could sense my caution. "Don't worry about Alfred", she said. "He knows a lot about business but he is clueless when it comes to taking care of me. We haven't even kissed in six years. And sex? We must be going on 16 or 17 years by now." I was shocked. A woman -- especially a married woman -- doesn't mention something like that unless she wants to get laid. "I've never cheated and I've never been with a white man before but I feel like killing two birds with one stone", she whispered to me as she quickly downed her drink and erotically licked her lips.
The club was more than 110 years old and the building was about 90 years old. I'd been there several times before and knew there was more privacy in the library than anywhere else. The L-shaped library was remotely located on the far end of the first floor. I told her to meet me there in 10 minutes. I went back towards Alfred, told him a client had called with an emergency, and that I would have to leave. Alfred tersely thanked me for attending then turned his back and walked away. Yeah, he was an ass even though he was a great client. Now I had no compunction about trying to bang his wife.
I arrived at the library and Lydia was sitting near the entrance on one of the eight oversize red leather couches with gold rivets and curved oak legs. I quickly scoured the area and, indeed, we were the only ones there. I went back to the couch, held out my hand for her, and said, "Follow me." I led her to the back corner, sat in one of the exceptionally large white Queen Anne-type chairs and had her sit on my lap. We immediately kissed and as we were doing so, I felt one of her hands start to rub my cock on the outside of my pants. Needless to say, I instantly achieved erection.
I whispered into Lydia's ear, "Suck me." I already knew she was horny. Now I was curious just how compliant and submissive she might be. Like a fantasy come true, she promptly climbed off my lap, dropped to her knees, and undid my belt before unzipping my pants. Without saying a word, Lydia slid my pants and boxer briefs down to my mid-thigh before locking onto my cock with her painted pink lips slowly enveloping my cock and taking as much into her mouth as possible. Even at her age, her oral skills were average but her intense desire to please more than made up for it. I looked down and saw her dark pink lipstick on my cock and smiled. After about 10 minutes I told her plainly, "Stop." She immediately stopped and I gently pushed her off my missile of manhood. "Get up", I ordered her and she immediately obeyed.
I stood up, grabbed her by the waist, and guided her to the side of the chair where I placed one of my hands on the back of her neck and directed her torso down over the arm of the chair. Her narrow bubble butt was tightly wrapped by her dress, which I lifted up to her waist. Neither of us spoke a word (I was also listening for anyone entering the library) as I removed her frilly red panties and put them into my pants pocket as a souvenir. I spread her legs wider which revealed her swollen labia and neatly manicured public hair. I grabbed my cock with one hand, brought the tip to her vaginal opening, and parted her pussy lips slowly, from top to bottom and back again, about four times.
By now, Lydia was breathing harder and faster and I was going to give her what she wanted. I pushed the head of my cock into her sliky love canal maybe two inches before encountering some resistance. I pulled back, pushed again, and went deeper. This was repeated probably close to 20 times before I finally was fully buried into her matronly slit. Having borne no children and not having sex for many years, her pussy was as tight as a teenager -- and it felt incredibly good. I started to pump in and out, slowly at first, then building up the intensity and rhythm. Soon Lydia's sexual instinct took over and she backed her hips towards me.
I reached my hands around her, slipped them into the cleavage of her dress, and grabbed both of her nipples, squeezing them between my thumb and forefingers and using them to pull her towards me. For the first time, guttural moans of pleasure exited Lydia's mouth. Within seconds she was quivering with orgasmic delight. Her sensitive nipples grew harder as her orgasm reached its apex. Between her pulsating pussy and her delightful moans, I could feel my balls begin to tingle and my love juice moving up towards my cock. I prefer to cum on a woman's face or in her mouth but his time I felt like burying my seed deep inside her.
I took my hands out of her dress, grabbed her hips, and maniacally thrust my hips forward as fast and hard as I could. Lydia was easily able to handle the hard, powerful fucking. Seconds later, I exploded into her with wild abandon, shooting thick, warm loads of my cum deep inside her. I stopped pumping and stayed inside her pussy to savor the moment. I leaned over and whispered in her ear, "I hope my cum leaks from you for the rest of the night to remind you of this tryst." Lydia turned towards me and smiled. "Don't leave until I give you my cell phone number. Text me anytime. I'm yours."
For the next eight months, Lydia and I got together 3-4 times per week. Within weeks, she had turned into the sluttiest, kinkiest, and most submissive woman I ever met. Then she told Alfred she was leaving him. She moved into her own place less than a five minute drive from me. That was five months ago and we now spend six nights a week together and I've never been more sexually satisfied in my life. Lydia said something about a month after we met which has stayed with me ever since. "If I knew sex was this great, I would have left him many years ago!"
02-01-2017, 05:45 PM (This post was last modified: 02-01-2017 05:47 PM by selena14.)
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A Christmas Fairytale
It was December 23rd, the day Jo was fin
They were to meet in the town centre and as Jo stood there at 6pm shivering she could see the twinkle of the Christmas lights around her, she felt magical, Christmas decorations always made her feel this way and she truly hoped that the rest of the night would follow this magical theme.
Suddenly a t
As he walked towards her a huge smile appeared on his face and she knew that she was grinning back even though the whole seen seemed rather surreal..."Jo?" he said "yes Kev it's me" he walked closer and put his arms round her as he pulled her into a very tight, warm hug before pulling back and kissing her gently on the lips...
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As they turned they saw the most magnificent fireworks, it was the cities Christmas part and the reason they had agreed to meet in town. He wrapped his coat around her shivering shoulders and took hold of her hand as they walked towards the celebrations.
She had never felt so happy in her life, she knew that he was the one after only a few weeks of talking, they laughed at the same things, they had the same taste in music and enjoyed the same hobbies..
As they walked hand in hand through the streets she could not help smiling to herself and through the corner of her eye she could see him looking at her and smiling, she squeezed his hand and he pulled her to a stop, pulling her close and kissing her, parting her lips with his tongue as he kissed her deeply and lovingly.
They were now in the centre of town watching the firework display with their arms around each other occasionally staring deeply into each other's eyes...As the display drew to a close they wandered around the various stalls, buying candyfloss and playing the games as though they were 2 lovesick teenagers. As it came time for the celebrations to end, they wandered off hand in hand towards the car park. As they reached the car they pulled each other close and kissed and kissed, they were on their way back to Jo's house when Kev went to change gears, accidentally brushing Jo's thigh.. She couldn't help wondering whether it really was an accident but the one thing she did know was that his touch sent shivers down her spine and she could feel herself becoming rather moist.
As they pulled up and entered the house Jo immediately dragged him upstairs, she had never felt the way he made her feel and she wanted him so badly it hurt...She kicked off her shoes and turned on the dim lights to reveal a romantic glow in the room...as she began to hug him she unbuttoned his shirt and slid her arms down his to pull the shirt off, her fingertips stroking his arm gently.. He responded by unbuttoning her blouse and gently running his fingers down her chest and onto her tummy, which made he wriggle with delight, he pulled her close feeling her breasts pressing against his chest as he stroked her back gently, paying particular attention to the small of her back as her sighing gave him the distinct impression that she enjoyed this very much.
He soon reached down and unfastened her skirt allowing it to fall to the floor, revealing her skimpy silky panties, which were starting to get very wet.
He pushed her backwards onto the bed and knelt down at the side of the bed, he pushed her panties to one side with his fingers and began to stroke her pussy, occasionally tickling her clit to make her moan loudly, as she became wetter he pushed one finger inside her which only made her moan louder...God she was going to cum already if he carried on like this, Kev also realised that this was the case and began to pump his finger in and out, before adding a second finger, his movements became faster and harder and before she knew what was happening her body started to shake with an amazing orgasm.
When the orgasm finally subsided she sat up and pulled his trousers to the floor followed by his boxers leaving his very large hard cock standing to attention in front of her...as she stood up to pull him close she dropped her own panties to the floor and began stroking his back and running her fingers through his hair ...as he had told her on one of their many late night chats that this was a real turn on for him.
Yet again he pushed her back onto the bed, fondling and caressing her breasts paying equal attention to each breast, he sucked each nipple until it became hard and he nibbled them, sliding each nipple through his teeth, which gave an amazing sensation...as this want enough he began to kiss and lick his way down her tummy...By this time she was nearly ready to cum again and she wanted to feel him inside her, she pulled him close and hugged him indicating that she was ready.
He slid his penis into her waiting hole, moaning as he did so at the feel of her warm, wet tight hole enveloping his large penis, he began to push deep inside her with long slow strokes rubbing her clit with each stroke...he gradually began to increase the pace, still staying deep inside her and she got closer to coming with each trust of his penis...as he got faster still she could tell he was ready to blow and she wanted them to come together and share that most wonderful feeling together for the first time, she arched her back to allow his penis to rub her clit even more, in what seemed like seconds she could feel her muscles again tensing and as she did so she could feel the first spurt of his warm cum filling her, the more she felt this the more she came, tightening her grip around his shaft until they had both been completely satisfied.
As they lay hugging each other, they both realised that they were meant for each other and that this Christmas really was going to be a magical time that neither of them would ever forget.
02-05-2017, 11:56 PM
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A Morning Delight
The sledgehammer crashes through my dream. I wake, instantly forgetting what the dream had been about but just as quickly sad to have left its warm embrace I register the neighbour's car, coughing and spluttering in the driveway, robbing me of my sleep, of the worlds I visit when I am floating.
Gazing at the alarm clock I saw it was 7.45, an hour earlier than I had planned to wake up. In a haze I rolled onto my back, my head settling into the lush pillow where it had been resting, my auburn hair flowing around me. I could feel a slight morning chill in the air and before I pulled up my duvet I felt a stiffening of my nipples and could feel them pushing into my baby blue tank top. I had owned this top since high school, a present from my first boyfriend and whilst it was now way too short and tight to wear out in public, I still loved sleeping in it, loved the way my 32C boobs filled it out and whenever I became aroused, could guarantee that the friction on my nipples would quickly bring them to an erect sensitive state. Against my wishes to f
I breathed deeply sinking further into my bed as my right hand began to stroke my stomach playing with my belly button, slowly working its way along the toned centre of my stomach flicking the bottom of my top, my thumb pushing further and further up, my little finger still circling my belly button, causing my skin to prickle and my breathing to increase.
Without conscious thought my left hand had slipped down my side and was pressing the crotch of my pink tartan pyjama bottoms into my glowing mound, feeling the rasping of my trimmed auburn pubes against the cotton and a spreading wetness causing the material to stick and achingly peel off my wet folds.
Biting my bottom lip and starting to roll my hips up and down my right hand had made its way under my shirt cupping my breast. Gazing down, seeing the fabric moving as the hand underneath massaged by breast, almost foreign, almost not my own, a stranger that had found its way into my bed in the night and was now bringing me to life in the morning.
With a quick upward movement I raised my upper body and pulled my top over my head, carelessly flinging it off the side of the bed, hearing in the distance the sound of make-up, my phone and a glass f
As my legs undress me of my pyjama bottoms, I bring both hands up my body, my pussy crying out to me for depriving it of the attention it was loving, the fingers it was swelling around and teasing myself I begin to play with my tits, taking a nipple in one hand between my fore finger and thumb, squeezing it as I push the other up with my whole hand. The nipple between my fingers responding to the pressure aches delightfully, and I squeeze harder, twisting a little, a sharper pain, my brain telling me to stop, but my desire saying that my body can take more, that I want to take more, then releasing, the internal battle subsides for a moment before my other hand grasps its nipple and the torment begins again only this time I find that both nipples are being twisted, being pulled, the pressure rising, then lessening then tightening its grip again.
My mind is flooding with the desires that I want; my sex crying out to be touched I raise my left thigh crossing it over the right and squeezing them together, offering any kind of friction I can to my crying clit, trying to satisfy the lust in every pore of my body, crying out as a bolt of pain shoots through my nipple, a tear forming in my eye, then rolling down my cheek, feeling its exact path on my face, all my senses heightened, its wet trace feels like a river and I moan as it tickles my ear lobe eventually being absorbed into my hair.
It is too much, my mouth now dry as if all moisture has flooded to my wet sex, I release my nipples and my right hand races down my body, pushing between my thighs, having to fight my left thigh from squeezing into me more, as if I don't believe I will finally end the torment of not giving my wet folds their due attention, my pussy savouring the little pressure my thigh has been able to provide.
The instant my fingers hit the top of my now damp, thick short brown pubes my legs relent, spreading like a flower, the scent from my juices flowing up, filling the air, the seductive scent of pleasure, of sex, of being a woman. Suddenly, a prolonged moan cuts through everything, deafening yet distant as finally my fingers meet my clit, my middle finger pushing down, my juices coating it as my labia wraps itself around, then my finger curls up, through the folds, seeking the bud and finding it proudly exposed, presenting itself to be stimulated, my fingers eagerly obliging, flicking over it, into it, scissoring it between fore and middle finger. I cry out again, my left hand runs through my hair, gripping it into a ball, pulling then releasing, my face turned, pressing into my open hand I bite the base of my thumb, then grip my hair again and I try to bury my face into my pillow.
My pussy on fire, I feel my climax racing toward me, only one is thing missing, the one thing my red hot sex is screaming for and like the most wanted person at party, arriving late, just at the right moment, my left hand joins my right, slipping below it and two fingers invade my pussy, gliding into my juicy hole, the walls of my pussy so hot and sensitive, welcoming them in a tight embrace, every inch of their entry gloriously savoured.
Overwhelmed with divine pleasure my body flips over, my left hand releases my clit, replaced by the base of my right, my hips grinding down, the weight of my body on my hand as a third finger, stretching my lips but held slightly lower than the other two enters my dripping pussy. I grind down harder and harder, moaning and as I close my mouth I feel the two wet fingers of my left hand between my lips, the taste of my womanly juice seeping into my tongue, dancing over my taste buds, and I suck them hard, biting them as I begin to scream.
My legs kicking out making circles as yes, finally, bursting from the deepest part of my body, my orgasm explodes out of me, my pussy lips gripping my fingers as it milks around them, the tips of my fingers flicking harder into the rough skin of my G spot causing wave after wave to crash onto my hand, trembling now, my clit, on fire, every feeling amplified feels numb against my slippery hand, as if it's too much, as if it can't process this much pleasure, so I raise it slightly, releasing the pressure and allowing the pleasure to engorge me again and I cry out louder into the pillow then bringing my clit down again onto my hand, savouring the touch as I tremble, shaking violently, my legs spasm, my fingers held tightly inside me, as I let the tide come in, let it wash over me and I drown for one infinitely blissful moment.
Opening my eyes, adjusting to the light of the room, I find my fingers have slipped from my pleasantly warm wet sex, nestled lovingly between my thighs. The scent of my juices from the fingers held just beneath my chin and the taste on my tongue a blissful reminder. I slowly, roll over, releasing my fingers and I look at the clock. 08.10. I smile, nestling my face into my pillow....I guess I have another 35 minutes to kill before I have to get up...
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