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My Mother's Knickers

When I was about eleven, I started sniffing my mother’s dirty knickers. I can’t remember when I did this or what came into my mind to make me do it? I loved the smell and continued doing this until I left for university when I was eighteen.

Even when I became sexually active at sixteen, I would still sniff my mother’s panties and masturbate myself to orgasm. I wore them on my head, licked the gusset of any white matter and on occasion wanked myself and would orgasm into the dirty gusset of her panties.

I suspect she knew what I was doing! She stopped putting her dirty underwear into the family bathroom dirty clothes hamper for a little while and bought one for her ensuite bathroom. This required a little more stealth, but I got there in the end.

I once found her dildo hidden under her bed. I sniffed it and could smell her on it. I sucked it clean. During my many searches of her bedroom, I found a small wallet of polaroid pictures of my mother in various states of undress. It was hidden in a shoebox on top of her wardrobe. Some of the shots were full nude with close up pussy shots. I loved wanking with her dirty knickers at my nose whilst staring at her pussy in the pictures.

She would go topless on holiday; she has fantastic tits. I would have to lie on my front as I would get an erection looking at her boobies. I once went into the bathroom and discovered she was in the shower, forgetting to lock the door. I saw my mothers tits and furry lady bits. I sometimes used her bra to wank into as I sniffed her soiled panties. The best thing happened when I was about sixteen. She had just showered and was wearing a dressing gown as the whole family watched TV. I was on the floor and could see up her dressing gown. I saw her pussy in all its glory; I’m sure she knew I was looking but didn’t make any attempt to cover herself.

My Candaulism Fetish

I married my wife Karen in our early 20s; she was a sexy shapely brunette with lovely 36 DD boobs and a beautiful face. I was very proud of her and loved the looks on both men and boys faces when they saw her with me. She was also an incredibly kind, loving person who doesn't get how sexy and gorgeous she is.

When we first got married, most Saturdays involved shopping, either for food, clothes or both. I loved being out and about with Karen, so I didn’t mind; I lost count of how many changing rooms I stood outside waiting to give her a “That looks great” comment. I was stood outside one ladies changing room which was the old style with curtains and an internal mirror. I liked these the best and had over the years caught several glimpses of young ladies changing clothes and occasionally Karen too!

On this particular day, we were due to go abroad on holiday the following weekend, and Karen had been clothes shopping all day; mountains of clothes were being taken into the changing rooms. I waited outside when I saw my young wife, after coming out to show me several outfits had no shut the curtain correctly. I could see her very clearly in the changing room mirror. She was in her white bra and thong, and it was a glorious sight to behold. I then became aware of an older guy stood to the side of me holding his wife or girlfriends bag and coat, obviously doing the same as me. I was stunned when I saw he was also looking at Karen getting changed too!

My first response was anger, and I turned to face him. He looked me directly in the eye and smiled and mouthed, “wow” This guy didn’t realise that the beautiful lady he was ogling was with me! Karen then took her bra off, and her heavy large breasts were on view. I heard him sigh under his breast “holy fuck” Karen then put on a yellow with a black dots bikini top. Now I had a sudden, almost panic attack knowing the next article of clothing would be the bikini bottoms; I assumed she would try these on over her thong. I was appalled when I saw her pulling her thong down her shapely legs, revealing to both me and the voyeur pervert her trimmed brown bush and protruding large pussy lips. My heart was racing, and I was highly aroused not only at the sight of my sexy wife practically nude but also that a stranger was watching her!

She looked in the mirror for a couple of minutes, checking her look in the bikini both front and back. Karen then bends down and pulls the bikini bottoms down and revealing her pussy almost in doggy position. Our voyeur again sighs, and I hear “Bloody hell”. My heart is now beating like a drum!! My lovely innocent gorgeous sexy wife is unknowingly being lewdly displayed to a complete stranger, and I loved every minute of it?

He must have stood there for at least four to five minutes before his wife girlfriend emerged and he left the scene of the crime. In that time, he saw the love of my life’s ass, tits, pussy, nude and in several states of undress and in her underwear. I didn’t do anything to stop the intrusion; however, I was extremely aroused by the scene?

Sixteen years later, we were on holiday in Tenerife and due to fly home. We had vacated the room and spent the day by the hotel pool. My wife, our daughter and I had gone to the departure suite to change and shower ready for our flight home. The departure suite was a long corridor with settees and two frosted glass doors leading to men and women’s changing shower areas. I had showered by the pool, so I just quickly changed into shorts and a T-Shirt. I was sat on one of the settees when I was joined by two teenaged lads who seemed more interested in their mobile phones than me. The frosted glass on the women’s changing room door had a clear emblem of the hotel etched into the frosted glass; the hotel emblem was almost transparent though. It was then that I saw IT! My poor wife and daughter hadn’t gone into the changing rooms but were changing in the corridor! It turned out the locker rooms were full, and having showered; they were towelling off in the passage, assuming they had privacy.

The whole incident was over in a minute or so as one of the locker rooms became free, and both my wife and daughter went inside. The two teenaged lads got quite a show of mostly my lovely wife, who at one point was bending over her large holdall bag pulling clothes out for both of them and giving these lucky boys a fantastic display of her shaved MILF pussy hanging between her shapely ass and legs. I wish my daughter hadn’t been there though, however, although I didn’t like to look at her nudity, I got off that the boys saw her nude? The lads did see both my wife’s and daughter’s tits, pussies and asses. They would have seen more of my wife’s pussy and thankfully less of my daughter’s.

I suppose it was no coincidence that the two brothers, as it turned out, were on our flight home and clocked Karen and my daughter as they walked past to the plane loos. They were whispering and giggling as they did. They also made sure to come close to us as we collected our luggage at the airport; one of them even took a selfie with his brother, but I’m sure it was done to get a picture of Karen and Imogen.

I have discovered my fetish is called Candaulism; at least I now have a name for the perversion that overcame my senses during those two episodes!

Glory Hole

I called into a city center public toilet during a works night out. I hate using the urinals, so I went into one of the cubicles. Moments later, some guy sticks his erect cock through a glory hole in the wall!

I had been drinking and was fascinated seeing another man’s erect cock. I’ve always considered myself straight, but I have fantasized about the gay scene. I ended up sitting on the toilet and looking at the cock at eye level; I then took it into my hand. The cock was about the same size as mine but so smooth. Mine has large veins all over it, but this one was a natural beauty.

I could hear the guy moaning as I wanked him off. I was tempted to take him in my mouth but was nervous. Probably due to the drink, I eventually plucked up the courage and put the bell end of the dick into my mouth. The man is then openly moaning and thrusting his cock backwards and forwards. I then lent over, so my mouth was close to the glory hole, and the guy is then fucking my mouth. I could hear him saying, “Oh, God yes” His words were turning me on.

The cock is then entering my throat, and I started to gag a little, so I backed off from the hole, but at the same time, I started using my tongue on the cock. It didn’t take long before my mouth is filled with cum as he moaned, “Fuck yes, fuck OMG.”

I’ve tasted my cum during my teens, and it didn’t taste as bad as mine. I swallowed the load, and the limp cock disappeared back through the hole. I then heard him leave as I just sat back on the loo and tried to make sense of what I’d just done.

I left and rejoined my party with the taste of cum in my mouth. As I looked around the bar, I wondered which of the men was the one I’d just given a blow job to.

Dogging Role Play

My wife and I saw a TV programme on dogging which intrigued us. There was no way we would ever do it, so we incorporated the fantasy into our role-playing. We had some great sex sessions with numerous men, all in the privacy of our bedroom, with me, of course, playing all the male roles.

We live rurally, so when lockdown finished decided to enhance our dogging role-playing and drove out to a remote piece of woodland. I parked the car, got out and we role-played dogging! It was fantastic; I stood outside the car and asked the driver's seat, aka my wife’s husband, if I could touch his wife? I, of course, agreed, and then I had my hand up my wife’s summer dress and down her knickers, fingering her through the passenger window. Next, I had my cock through the passenger window getting a blow job, and in the grand finale, I fucked her on the back seat. Although the risk of being caught was small, it enhanced the experience. This outdoors role-playing then became a regular occurrence, always at the same deserted spot and usually ending with a sex session on the car's back seat.

Last week things changed. The UK had a heatwave, and we decided it would be fun to do an outdoor dogging role play as the heat in our bedroom was intense. We arrived at our remote woodland and commenced our little games. My wife had a white linen summer dress on and was sat in the passenger seat. I had my head in the passenger window pretending to be a lorry drive called Jack with my hand in my wife’s knickers finger fucking her. Then with her dress up at her waist, I took her panties off, and she spread her legs wide to give me better access; we had the interior car light on for that authentic dogging experience. It was then I spotted another man at the driver’s window looking in!

My wife rearranged her dress, and I ran to the other side of the car. An older guy in his late fifties, along with his Dog, was stood there! I shouted what the hell he was doing, and he stammered an apology. My wife then joined us, shouting her head off at this poor guy who looked terrified! He kept on apologising for intruding and said he thought we were doggers! This statement broke the tension, and my wife and I saw the funny side of what had happened. Here we were pretending to be doggers, and a man with a dog turns up and actually thinks we are!

His name was Simon, and he was in the area selling his aunt’s house, who had recently passed away. The Dog called Zak had belonged to the said aunt. He lived in France, having sold his business after his wife died three years previously. We spoke for over half an hour about life, the universe and everything. Regards dogging, he had seen the same C4 programme and assumed that’s what was going on. He had been watching for a while before summoning the courage to look in. He remembered from the programme that the interior car light being on was an invitation to look. We all saw the funny side of the events and told him we had seen the same programme and wondered what it would be like thus our unusual behaviour. It did occur to me that our new friend had most probably seen my wife’s pussy; this thought was quite intoxicating. I noticed my wife Karen was in full rescue mode with Simon; the mention of his wife’s death had been enough to trigger her.




We parted with a few more jokes about dogging and drove away. Karen had a strange look on her face in the car, and I asked her if she was OK. My lovely wife has surprised me for over twenty years; however, this one left me speechless. “We could let Simon watch if you want” Holy fucking hell yes, was the voice in my head. “What’s brought this on” is what came out of my mouth. She said It was a one-time offer, and he looked so lonely; she also admitted getting caught had really turned her on. I reversed the car and sped back to the woodlands. Simon was walking along the road as it was now dark. He was surprised to see us and even more surprised by the offer. We ended back in the same place with Simon looking in the passenger window and the interior light.

My heart has never beat as fast; first, we kissed and then my hand went up to her dress and down her knickers. I glanced up a few times to see our friend’s face against the window taking in the sight. I raised Karen’s dress, her lacy white panties on full display. I’m sure Simon was touching himself. I lowered her knickers, and she spread her legs, giving the widower a full view of her intimate feminine place. She then surprises me for a second time by lowering the passenger window. Simon’s head shoots into the car and looks directly at me, Karen, and then smiling at her pussy. “So very beautiful my dear lady,” he said. My wife then went for the hat trick of surprises by saying, “Ask my husband if you can touch it” I was now having full-blown palpitations! Fucking dreams coming true or what!!! I stuttered, “yes, of course.”

Simon needed no further invitation as his hand went straight between my wife's legs. I get my cock and start wanking. Simon was running his fingers through my wife’s large labia, making her moan. He fingered her for about fifteen minutes and played with her tits too. I was on the verge of coming when she leans over and takes my cock in her mouth. I came watching another man finger fuck my lovely wife to orgasm. I’ve never been happier.

I wish I could now end this experience with then she gave him a blow job or Simon fucked her in the back of the car; however, that was pretty much the end of things. Simon did lean into the car and kissed Karen’s breasts which I thought was sweet. He was so grateful and seemed enchanted with her.

This last week we have fucked like bunny rabbits; it’s almost like we are teenagers again. I have relived Simon touching Karen’s pussy over and over again in my head. I can see his fingers disappearing into her most intimate feminine place, and then I’m hard again!!

The Ladies Toilet And The Peep Holes

I used to work in a car dealership back in the 1980s. It was a great place to work, high-pressure sales, but we had a good laugh too. The dealership was extremely old and has been used for several other businesses over the decades.

After a few years, I was let in on the dealership’s ‘big secret’ that only a few knew about. I was taken by one of the mechanics, who had worked there for over forty years, to the back of the service workshops. There were some storerooms and a labyrinth of walkways located behind a false wall leading to a secret corridor. The corridor was just bare brick, and nobody knew why it was there; it made no sense at all. It was thought that one of the past occupants had built an extension and fucked up the dimensions.

Now at the end of this narrow corridor was a wall that backed onto the main showroom. Then the big reveal; there were small holes in the cement, and looking through these holes gave you a direct view into the main showroom ladies toilets!

One of the holes was near the floor but gave a view of the bottom of the cubicle; the others was situated near where the water pipes went into the water closet and gave a view of the back of the toilet at several levels.

I was pretty disgusted with this revelation and wondered why any man would want to watch a woman take a piss or a shit! I thanked ‘Frank the Wank’ yes, that was his nickname, and I now knew why he was called that! I, however, quickly forgot about this big secret and didn’t give it a second thought for over a year.

I was working one weekend in summer; only the sales department was open at the weekends. It had been a quiet weekend with few sales. Then a lady came in that stopped my heart when I saw her. She was the most beautiful sexy woman I had ever seen; blonde, five feet nine, a figure to die for, and stunning; she looked a little like a young Michelle Pfeiffer.

For the next hour, we talked about cars, her job, what she needs in a car for, etc. She was an accountant and married to a guy who owned several local businesses. This Goddesses of a lady was perfect in every way. I’ve always loved very feminine classy, educated women but had never met the total embodiment of all these qualities before. Had I been single, I would have made a play for her; my many dalliances with previous female customers were the stuff of legend; I was a single guy at the time and never regretted anything. However, I newly married, and my wife was pregnant at the time, thus I was ‘living on memories’, as they say.

After about an hour and several coffees, this queen of women asked where the ladies powder room was. I pointed them out, and she left my desk; I then remembered the infamous corridor. I didn’t want to do it, but it was like some gravitation pull took me to the service department, the storeroom and the secret corridor.

I went to the first hole and just caught her bolting the cubicle door. She was wearing a white summer dress with large pink and blue roses on it. She turned her back to the loo and lifted her dress up to reveal white lacy knickers, which were then pulled down. She bent forward, and hey presto, there was her pussy. As this was the 80s, she was sporting a pretty full bush of blonde and ginger pubic hair; however, I could see her very smooth perfect pussy lips.

Her pussy hung between her legs like a perfect blonde j*wel. She bent forward, so her ass was not touching the toilet seat. Her ass cheeks separated with this movement, and there was her rusty bullet wound of an ass hole. Piss then started to pour from the top of her pussy lips. I couldn’t breathe as I was so horny, my heart beating so loudly I feared she could hear it. She pissed for about a minute, and I was transfixed by sight. She wiped herself when she had finished and then was doing something else? I watched and couldn’t quite see, so I moved holes to one near the top of the water closet. OMG, she was playing with her pussy, massaging her clit between two fingers! I was wanking over my suit trousers whilst watching this fantastic show. It only lasts a minute or so before she pulled her knickers up and left the cubicle.

I managed to get back to my desk seconds before she emerged from the loos. All I could think about was her perfect gorgeous pussy and her playing with her clit. I gave her the deal of the century on her chosen car. I was soooo tempted to make a play for her.

The next incident was months later, and I had a married couple with two daughters were sitting at my desk. The mother was an absolute knockout; the early thirties, very feminine and looked like Catherine Zeta-Jones. She had black Armani jeans on that made her ass look fanfuckingtastic.

She asked to go to the loo, and I made an excuse to leave the desk; thankfully, there wasn’t anybody in the storerooms, so I had clear access to the corridor. I watched her take those jeans down to reveal the sexist ass I’ve ever seen encased in lacy black knickers. She bent forward and again didn’t sit on the toilet seat. Her pussy was massive and hairy. Her pussy lips were quite long, and it looked like a furry burst rugby ball. I watched as she pissed and later wiped herself; it was such a turn on watching the toilet paper make her large pussy lips ripple as she wiped herself clean. These were the only two times I used the secret corridor.

Later that year, my wife called into the dealership to drop my lunch off. I was with a customer at the time, so she waited and spoke to Frank the Wank at the Service Reception desk. As soon as I finished, I went over to the customer waiting area to find my wife. However, she wasn’t there? I then saw her come out of the customer toilets, and I shot into the service workshops to see Frank emerge from the secret corridor with a big smile on his face. I was appalled that the dirty bastard had probably seen my wife’s secret intimate place!!!! Payback is a fucking bitch!!

My Wife's Boudoir Photography Shoot

I’ve been taking amateur boudoir pictures of my wife for years. We have been married for twenty years, and she is more beautiful today than when I first married her. I’ve also long had a fantasy of sharing her; however, I knew this would never happen.

I did, however, manage to convince her to have a professional boudoir shoot in a hotel. I had been corresponding with a photographer called David on Flickr for some years and loved his work.

My wife had made it clear that she wasn’t going to reveal anything more than her lingerie. David had said that these boudoir sessions could become highly sexualized, especially when hubbies were watching; he had even known quite reserved women literally go wild. Sometimes he had even ended up photographing the couple having full-blown sex. I met him for coffee, and I believed David could charm the birds out of the trees; he was also very good looking. I offered him £250 extra to sweeten the deal if he managed to get her to do topless shots and £500 for full nude photos. The thought of another man seeing and photographing my lovely wife in the nude was such an amazing turn on! I was, however, convinced my money was safe.

My wife was nervous when we arrived, thankfully, David quickly put her at ease, and he charmed the living delights out of her. A few drinks in the bar helped with her nerves, and David had her laughing and joking.

Up in the room, David had set up all the lighting and cameras. Her first outfit was an LK Bennet blue dress which she looked fabulous wearing. He spent about twenty minutes photographing her sat at the desk, on the settee, standing and then laying on the bed. She was still drinking as I’d bought a bottle of champagne. She looked as sexy as hell in the dress and was loving all the complimentary comments from David. It was amazing to see how submissive she was becoming to his instructions; she was now relaxed and having a ball.

Then the first instruction was to incline her leg on the bed, which gave David and me a clear view of the tops of her stockings. My breath caught in my throat as David photographed my wife’s gorgeous stockinged legs. The following command was to incline her leg more, which allowed a clear view of her black stocking tops and lacy black knickers. I could hear my heart beating in my ears; I was so aroused. Then she was on the settee again, elbows on her knees, hand cradling her face and giving a fantastic glimpse of her cleavage—next sitting on the settee head laying back and legs open; brilliant upskirt showing stockings and knickers.

David asked me to unzip her dress halfway down her back; more shots, including an amazing one when the front of her dress fell to her waist, revealing her double D breasts encased in a black lacy bra. Then the big reveal as I unzip my wife’s dress, and she stands in front of David in just her lingerie. David’s compliments and encouragements are working miracles on my lovely wife; combined with the alcohol, she is now clearly enjoying herself and hanging on every word and command from the professional photographer.

Loads more shots of her in various positions, including in the doggy position on the bed, looking back at the camera; her ass looked amazing, and I could see the impression of her pussy under the black material of her panties.

Outfit change to a white floral summer dress and white lingerie. Same routine as before until she is in just white stockings, bra and lacy panties. David was instructing her on the poses and positions he wanted her to take. The following command was to lower her bra straps and then take her bra completely off. Holy fuck, she did as requested and was kneeling on the bed topless in just stockings and knickers. I was close to fainting!! I was aroused as I could see a black pubic hair shadow.

Loads more shots, including on the bed with her legs wide open, looking directly into the camera and in the doggy position, which made her large breasts look amazing as they heavily hung beneath her. Then the instruction caused my cock to become like a baseball bat; “Karen, show me your beautiful feminine secret place” She was on her back legs spread and immediately pulled her panties to the side, showing David her bare pussy. I wanted to fuck her there and then!! My wife has quite a large labia, and David comments that her pussy is unique and wonderful; he looks over to me and says, “ You’re a lucky man; I bet you can play with her pussy for hours” Karen laughs and tells David he’s cheeky.

More shots in various positions and the instruction pull her panties down to her knees, and then my lovely wife is just wearing stockings and a suspender belt. She is lovely the experience and the power her body is having on the two males in the room. David then said he loved her pussy lips but asked if Karen can straighten them out in all their glory. She tries to approve; however, she is struggling to get it right. David gives her more instructions, but my wife is now well tipsy, ends up in a fit of giggles, and tries to arrange her pussy lips. In the end, David puts down the camera, walks over the bed and asks, “may I” Karen removed her hand and laid flat on her back, legs wide open. David then spends a good thirty seconds touching my wife’s pussy to get the lips straight. I’m feeling my hard cock over my jeans.

Karen is quietly moaning at the touch of our photographer. He continues to shoot her and puts her back in the doggy position, and again asks if he can “ straighten things out” It’s incredible to watch another man play with your wife’s pussy. This time he spends a minute or two and even touches her clit. David is then touching her pussy at will without asking permission.

Every five minutes requires David to rearrange my wife’s intimate place, and my wife was now openly moaning each time he touched her. After making her pussy photo-perfect, he bends down and kisses it telling Karen how beautiful her pussy is. Following the change, a cloths saw my wife wearing a black Basque. After a couple of poses, David helped Karen get her breasts out of the Basque, so they were resting just right; he openly felt her up and even played with her nipples to get just the right shot. Same with her pussy, playing with her labia to get the pose just right.

At the end of the shoot, we all sat around the table drinking; Karen had put on a kimono but was practically nude beneath it. I noticed David had his hand between Karen’s legs during the drinks and laughter, still playing with her pussy. We all go quiet as he openly finger fucked my lovely wife to orgasm. He then gently kissed her on the lips, and thus the session ended. For the next week, I fucked her like I was a teenager again! I’m kind of sad but also pleased he didn’t fuck her; Karen admitted she would have allowed it but would also have regretted it afterwards

Internet Picture

I was surfing some nude wives sites on Imagefap when I saw a woman I work with!
She is very prim and proper at work, and I was staggered that this kind of image exists of her. She is a gorgeous brunette in her late thirty’s; The pictures are dated stamped twelve years ago; however, I’m hundred per cent certain they are her.

I doubt she knows they are out on the internet, but how do I tell her?? Maybe this is her kink or some ass hole ex-boyfriend with a grudge has posted them? Who knows??

I have been so turned on looking at the pictures and then speaking to her on Zoom calls. The pictures are graphic, including one where’s she on a bed with her legs wide open and another where she’s bent over in the doggy position with her cornish pasty shaped pussy hanging between her legs!! The best two are one where she has a cock in her mouth, and the ultimate one shows a cock buried in her pussy.

Everybody is back in the office next week, and I’m looking forward to seeing her ‘in the flesh again’. It’s bizarre seeing these pictures; I’ve often wondered what she had going on beneath that business suit, and now I know!

My Wife's Gynaecologist

My wife and I are in our forties and have three adult children. My wife is still a natural beauty and looks a little like Nanette Newman (when she was younger). Unfortunately, my lovely wife started to suffer irregular bleeds, which were a little frightening. Thankfully, an ultrasound showed it was just a polyp in her womb and nothing serious; it was scheduled to be removed, and my wife asked if I could be with her throughout the procedure. I wasn’t keen but promised I would.

The gynecologist was an older Indian guy probably in his early sixties. He was very chatty and familiar, which was a little off-putting given the procedure he was about to perform. My wife was put into a surgical gown and went into a mini surgical suite. She had her legs spread; I was sat by her side holding her hand; the Doctor and the nurse assisting were at the business end of things. Although a local anesthetic was used, my poor wife experienced some discomfort at the start of the procedure and became distressed. I stood up and comforted her; whilst standing, I could see what was happening. The Doctor had her large fleshy labia separated by a vaginal speculum and had some sort of tube inserted up her. Her large clit was exposed, and he was spraying some fluid up her pussy. Surprisingly, the scene turned me on, and I had an erection.

He saw I was looking and sprayed some of this fluid onto her clit; maybe it was part of the procedure or maybe not? I stood next to her, occasionally looking down at what was going on and looking at the monitor, which showed the camera in her womb and the offending polyp.

When the procedure was finished, the speculum was removed, and the nurse left the room. He was telling us the operation had been successful and the polyp removed. I then saw the Doctor’s lightly brush the back of his gloved fingers over her pussy lips and clit a couple of times! He then took some surgical tissues and began to clean her pussy, removing the lubricant used. I watched as he opened her labia and wiped her up. He even gently wiped her clit and then arse hole of all lubrication. With me still watching her, he then spreads her pussy lips and inserts a surgical gloved covered finger up her pussy to check for debris. He had his finger up there for a minute or two, searching for debris. He then spends a couple of minutes telling us whilst examining her pussy that her genitalia is healthy and no other abnormalities are present. He still had her pussy lips spread, and as far I was concerned was finger fucking her as I watched? He then presses around her clit to fully expose it and has a good look and feel asking my wife if there was any pain or discomfort and he manipulated her clitoris.

Later I asked my wife if this was all normal and she didn’t seem to think any of this was out of the ordinary. Maybe this is all usual?? But I don’t think so!!! I drove my wife home put her to bed, and had the best wank ever. Seeing the Doc literally invade, play, clean, and finger fuck my wife’s pussy sent me into a sexual fever???

My Wife's One Night Stand.

A few years ago, my twenty-year marriage hit a difficult period: We were both working too much, arguing all the time, I’d had a short fling with a woman at work, we were both drinking to drown our sorrows, and our sex life had fizzled out. It’s fair to say we both fully expected that divorce was on the horizon. However, I did still love Karen; she is an exceptionally sexy woman with a big heart.

I arrived home one evening to find the house empty; I assumed she must be working late. I got a little worried by midnight; I rang her mobile, which went straight to messenger. This was all very strange as we always let each other know about work activities and times; I wondered if she had left me?

Just after midnight, I got a call from one of her work friends Sue, telling me Karen had been out on a works night out and was very drunk. Sue said she was putting her in a taxi, but I would need to assist when it arrived. Not long after the call, a taxi arrived, and I went out to greet it. I paid the driver, and it took both of us to carry her into the house and up to the bedroom. It’s fair to say my wife was as pissed as a fart and practically unconscious.

When the taxi driver had gone, she was flat out on the bed. I undressed her; she started crying and apologising, saying she was so sorry and loves me. She continues rambling, stating, “it shouldn’t have happened; I’m so sorry,” I asked what but didn’t get a response. I took her black cocktail dress off and was delighted to see she was wearing black stockings and suspenders. My wife tends to sleep just with just knickers on in summer, I enjoyed taking her stockings and bra off. She looked so beautiful laying on the bed just in her lacy black knickers; it was then that I saw it; her crotch was very damp. I thought she might have pissed herself; however, on closer inspection I knew it wasn’t urine.

I pulled her knickers to the side to reveal her pussy and neat tram line of pubic hair covered in spunk. She had been fucked, and I was looking at a fresh cream pie. I was staggered by sight. I pulled her knickers down to her knees and watched as vast globs of spunk oozed out from between her large labia.

The sight turned me on? My cock was like a baseball bat? I knew I should be angry at what I was seeing, but I was extremely aroused, and my heart was beating like a drum. I had fantasied about watching Karen fucking another man as I watched, but it was one of those private fantasies I’d never shared with her. I’d also had a fantasy about being a cuckolded husband who would ‘clean his wife up’ after her lover had finished with her. I’d never imagined in a thousand years I would actually see this sight!

I was amazed just how much spunk was in this cream pie; I wondered if she’d been fucked by more than one man! I was drawn to her pussy like a magnet, my face inches away from her spunk matted genitalia and pubic hair. I stuck my tongue out and tasted another man’s spunk on my wife’s pussy. My heart was racing, and cock aching like never before. I began to lick her pussy, taking her large labia globs of cum into my mouth; I was disgusted, ecstatic, horrified and elated by what I was doing? I ate her pussy like never before, savoring the cream pie and licking her clean; I even had my tongue up her vagina licking her and her lover secretions.

Karen was now awake and moaning with pleasure; next, I was on top of her violently fucking her. I didn’t last long before having an almighty orgasm filling her again as I reclaimed my wife’s womb. During that night, we must have fucked half a dozen times; which was more than the previous couple of years all in one night.

The following day she confessed that she had met the twenty-year-old son of one of her client’s in the restaurant on the night out. He had come onto her, she was drunk and had been flattered that a young good looking guy was trying to get into her knickers. He had fucked her in the back of his car in the restaurant car park twice! Sue had come looking for her and called me. Thankfully, nobody else at work knew what had happened as most were intoxicated too.

Somehow that night re-energised our marriage. I confessed about my fling, so there were no more secrets. Our sex life took on a new dynamic; I even fucked her in the back of a car, reliving that night with her young stud. Karen, at first, struggled to understand why her infidelity turned me on; however, after reading about the husband cuckold scene, finally she understood. We have not become swingers, and to my knowledge, my wife has remained faithful since that night. Oddly, an event that should probably have ended our marriage pretty much saved it; life is strange?

My Sister In Law's Breasts

I’ve always fancied my sister in law Janine; she’s funny, caring, beautiful, bubbly, plus has an enormous pair of tits! Don’t get me wrong, I love her sister, my wife, but I’ve always fantasized about Janine.

Janine married a complete ass hole. His parents were wealthy but lovely people; however, their son is an entitled, rude misogynist. I knew my sister in law was very unhappy; she even told me the first year of marriage was the saddest of her life! It was hard seeing such a lovely girl unhappy; at one point, I even had my shithead of a brother in law up against a wall threatening to kick his head in over the way he treated his wife.

Janine was desperate to have children. Unfortunately, it took five years and two miscarriages before she saw her first child David born. My shithead brother in law chose to be away a lot when David was a baby; we all suspected he was fucking somebody else or just wanted to steer clear of any baby responsibility.

It was left to the family to look after and support Janine during this time. As she lived on my root to work, I would pop around at least once a week on my way home to check on her. At this point, I’d known my sister in law for over ten years, and we had always been close. I sometimes doubt she would have even let me in the house if she knew some of the debauched fantasies I had about her! This particular day, I called to find my lovely sister in law in tears and highly distressed. Poor David was quite poorly, and the doctor had diagnosed whooping cough. Janine had had little sleep and was very distressed. I immediately called my wife, who was unfortunately busy with our children and couldn’t come around. In the end, I offered to look after David for a couple of hours so she could get some sleep.

The poor little chap was not well at all, and it took all my parenting skills and various rubs and vapour machines to get him to settle. Janine was asleep for over four hours and eventually got out of bed. She still looked distressed but thanked me for letting her get some sleep. I asked if my brother in law had upset her again, but she said no. I did pry as I could tell something was still wrong. David, at this point, was fast asleep. She became pretty embarrassed and said to me that due to illness, David had not been feeding, and her breasts were extremely sore due to an overproduction of milk. I asked if I could get her a breast pump as I knew my wife had used one to make up feeds when our kids were babies. She said she had one; however, her nipples had become highly sore due to using it, and David had refused to feed at all that day.

My wife had this issue a couple of times when our kids were babies and not well. I had stepped in at these points and ‘helped her out’ I didn’t mind the taste of human breast milk; it tasted just like sweet water to me. I told Janine what I had done for her sister and would be more than happy to do the same for her. She was not sure and didn’t know what to do. In the end, I took charge and sat her down on a chair and knelt in front of her. I opened her dressing gown, and oh my God, her breasts under her nightie were huge! She had a maternity nursing nightie that opened up at her breasts. She let me open up the cloth panel, and one of her breasts appeared. I’ve never seen a tit that size, and her nipples were extremely dark and also massive. I can’t even guess its size, but we are talking well north of EE’s


Her nipple was already expressing milk without even being touched? I gently took her nipple in my mouth and began to feed. I didn’t have to suck that hard for a torrent of breast milk to fill my mouth. Janine moaned a sigh of relief at the release. I must have fed for ten minutes on her left breast before moving to her right. Just before I did, she moved to the settee and rested her head against the back of the sofa. I opened her up the other cloth panel, and even I noticed the difference in size between the two breasts after I’d emptied the first one. I climbed on the settee and almost took on a babies position on her lap as I started to feed again. I kept out of my head that this was Janine tit’s in my mouth; I didn’t want to get sexually aroused. However, whilst feeding on the second, I got an enormous erection. Janine had her head resting on the back of the setter with her eyes closed. I gently rubbed the front of my trousers to try and get some relief without her seeing. After a couple of minutes, I was lost in lust and openly squeezing my hard erection as I fed and sucked this gorgeous woman’s tit. I then feel another hand on my erection!

Janine was looking at my suit trouser and squeezing my hardness. I released myself and let her take over. I had been dying to touch her tits and place a hand on the tit I was feeding on. She was now rubbing my cock over my trousers and doing an outstanding job. I started to squeeze her tits and feed from her at the same time. Next, my zip was down, and my cock was free; I loved her small hands working me. I’d not felt this hard in years, and I could feel my orgasm building. I broke off from her tit to warn her I was about to cum. Janine slides down the settee and takes my cock in her mouth. OMG, it was such a feeling; she was licking and sucking me, truly giving me the best blow job I’d ever experienced.

My head was at now at her knee level, and I separated her knees and caught a glimpse of her white panties under her nightie. My head drilled its way to her crotch. Seconds later, my hands are pulling her knickers to the side. OMG, she had really large pussy lips, totally different to her sisters? I ate her alive, savouring the musky taste of her delicious sex as I came into her mouth. She milked me, as I had milked her. My tongue was dancing around her clit as shortly after her body shuddered in orgasm.

Before I left we agreed that nothing like this would ever happen again, and that it would remain forever remain our secret.