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We both were desirable and a natural fit, that's how people saw us at school, we were tops in grades and sports, we had the looks and the bodies, I was modelling clothes and making good money, and he was on his way in football, so girls backed off and guys were reduced to voyeuring me, which if I am honest, was pretty hot for a girl just into her mid teens, though if I am honest, I preferred men, because secretly, I had been with one, one of daddies friends, had sneaked into my bedroom when I went to bed early drunk with wine, stripped off and was inside me fucking me when I woke up having my first orgasm.
I never told anyone, but being used like that had an appeal to me. Where it came from or why I felt it was exciting I was clueless, but it was in my psych, I had a sexual fetish and I used it when I thought about stuff, like when I needed to masturbate, like a **** fetish.
We stayed with each other and encouraged by external forces, the inevitable marriage happened, and we settled down in our respective careers and went about this co-existence together, neither in true love, in the emotional sphere, but surviving in the physical nature of the sex we had, but like I said, having sex and thinking about other men doing it to me to make my orgasms better, meant that eventually something would have to give, I wanted other men inside me and to feel them enjoy my body, men who would have to be strangers, 'Wham bang thank you maam' fucking, sometimes I would feel physically sick at the thought, a deep uncontrollable sickness borne from frustration, a feeling men don't understand, until they are inside you, and you shock them as you undergo a metamorphosis, and become a sexual b**st completely taking over the act and riding them until you explode, I think that's what happened with daddy's friend the night he ****d me, because regardless of what I became that night, I did not ask for it, but made the most of it.
We both were just going with the flow until something changed everything, like when two countries declare war but don't fight, although the word 'war', was too strong, an uneasy truce might be more apt, we were beginning to drift, at an acceptable speed, and I was beginning to take chances with opportunities that rose or materialised, until we finally admitted it to ourselves, and suddenly everything changed as we accepted our new open marriage.
I have a few short encounters that actually happened to me to tell you, all I need for you is to imagine yourselves there and watching me, these encounters at first may seem far fetched, but they are true, they actually happened and it's up to you tell which one turned you on the most, you never know, you might have experienced something similar, after all, we are talking sex here, and where there is a will, there is a way.
1.) Paris, sex shop and transvestite encounter.
We took advantage of a winter weekend break and Paris was always on my bucket list of things to experience, since learning French at school.
We had booked the Bateaux-Mouches dinner cruise departing 20:30, so we time to kill, and went and sat at a small Bistro on the Champs-Élysées, and had a drink, just watching France go by.
Approximately one hour later we were bored, two beers and two wines later we had two hours to kill, when the thought struck me, "Lets go shopping", I suggested, and my husband was aghast, "We are going on a cruise we can't be carrying parcels", he objected, but what I had in mind, could fit into my hand bag, I wanted to buy a sex toy.
I had been searching on my phone, through boredom and emboldened by the wine when an advert about sex flashed up and a few finger taps and I was looking a sex shop not too far away, so I drank up and made the bold decision, for which my husband , although he appeared annoyed, was deep down, inspired by his young wife's enthusiasm of something outlandish and exciting as a visit to a sex shop.
We hailed a cab and asked to be dropped off at the street, following Google's street plan we found ourselves outside the shop, boldly declaring itself as a Sex Shop, with projections and massages on offer. I heard my husband exhale, "What the Fuck", and I laughed, "Come on, it might be fun", I dared him, and myself, as I pulled him in through the door, he in his smart night dress suit, and I in a small black dress, all legs and thong, with heel and unfettered small breasts, showing my excitement, with my half inch nipples making the most of the air conditioning and the thought of dirty men lurking and waiting to pounce on my near naked body.
We were met by an attractive younger woman, who stood behind the counter welcoming us with a coffee. She obviously spoke French initially but reverted to English once she knew who we were, even though I could converse, but thankfully, my poor husband could not.
He was taken aback with her, even I could see that, so I asked her in French for the sex toys department and to get there with some fun on the way, and thankfully, she cottoned on to what I was getting at, so she told me to go down the rows of explicit videos where I might see men tugging themselves, past some booths where some prostitutes were working, and at the end was the women's lingerie and sex toys department with changing booths, where if I liked, men were watching you, if you were into exhibitionism and voyeurism.
All this French chat left my poor husband confused, "You stay and drink your coffee" I suggested to him, winking at the pretty girl who knew I wanted time to myself, so she started to encourage him to chat and leave me to explore.
Like she suggested I started down in between the rows of videos, and as I moved slowly, I was hoping to see some wanking, I was really horny and smiled at the Arab looking men, actually licking their lips as I walked in my heels, with my short hemline flowing and fluttering above my mid thigh.
My honed muscular thighs were feminine contoured, not bulgy like men's, and my thong was now exciting me too, as I swung my hips, the string between my labia, stroked my swollen clitoris, as it slipped across back and forth, with my wetness lubricating it copiously, men were seemingly everywhere and closing in, their manly smells, sweats, and scents, titillated my senses, as I turned at the end and saw an older man enjoying my presence.
It was like the scene from "Silence of the lambs", where the young Jodie Foster get a wad of cum flung at her and it lands on her, she stops and takes note, her seeder was behind bars, mine was next to me, and he cummed on my thigh as I brushed dangerously past him, I could feel the warmth of his semen and the press of his fleshy cock against my cool flesh, from the front to the back of my thigh. I just kept walking, deliberately in that direction, savouring the experience for later, and feeling it start to run down my leg.
I don't know if I were walking or floating, but I was alive, and men were all around me, watching me and nodding approvingly. This was what I liked, I had found my niche, and in here, everybody wanted the same thing, sex and with all it's perversions, and I was no different, even as a young woman, I was a sex addict with fetishes and fantasies and right now I was walking freely into the bowels of a sex addicts dream, I felt if the men got around me, they would tear me limb to limb and **** my raw flesh.
My sensuous style of walking was accentuated by my thong and clitoris interaction, I was starting to feel my orgasm blossom, making me look slightly drunk and I felt myself instinctively put me hand on my pubis on the outside of my little black dress, and feel 'Camel Toe-ish' mound shape, behind my fingers, "Oh my fucking god", I felt my knees start to buckle and I stopped momentarily at steadied myself, and another very pretty girl, who was talking to a black guy, came to my aid and put her arms around me.
Orgasm avoided but the sensation was teetering on the edge as her scent was powerfully intoxicating and I assumed she was a prostitute working the isles.
She asked me what I was looking for and I told her, so she suggested I go sit in a booth and catch my breath, and as she spoke she opened the door and I realised this was where I had actually reached and I looked in and saw the TV screen showing porn a chair and a hole in the wall, it was a 'Glory Hole booth', we heard of them and saw them on porn websites, but this was actually the real fucking deal, and I laughed and told her so.
She looked across at the big coloured guy she had been talking too, "Joli client ici pour grosse bite", I think she forgot I spoke French, so I knew she was asking him to shove his cock into the hole for me to suck him off, which had crossed my mind a few times, every white chick, wants at sometime in her life, to take a black dick for a shagging.
I let her led me inside and she closed the door behind us, then she tapped the wall and suddenly this brown dick poked through.
It was short and thick and for a moment I was a tad disappointed, considering he was well over six feet in height.
I was drunk with sex hormones as I reached out and touched this strangers penis, using my index finger to trace it outline and drawing my tongue across my dry lips, as I knew where I was meant to put it. I turned to her and whispered, so as not to offend the big man on the other side of the wall, "I thought these guys were meant to be hung", she smiled and her lip gloss reminded my of how my pussy felt, but without further ado she took him into her mouth and swallowed all of his black meat, and I watched up close and personally, as he moved in and out of her mouth, her saliva glistening on his cock as he audibly groaned with her mouth and tongue actions.
I was feeling good, too good to be true, I was so close I could smell everything then I felt her hand on the back of my head, and suddenly, I was taking this now, huge black dick into my mouth, and blowing him off.
As I was doing this she started to undo my black dress at the back, by easing down my zipper, and then play with my unfettered titties, as little as they were, plucking and twisting my nipples, and before I knew it, I was naked and really concentrating on the huge dick in my mouth, I got naked because I wanted to fuck it.
She tapped my shoulder and pointed to the screen, and looked at it and stopped and stared, my husband was fucking the girl we met at the entrance, and then she whispered, he is watching you, and then the most craziest thing happened, as I went back to work this black cock, the girl with me, started fucking me from behind, and when I reached back, she had cock and balls, and this girl, guy, transvestite, whatever, dug her nails into me and fucked me like a thing possessed, as I hung onto the big black cock and watched my husband have his fling with the French chick.
My whole body convulsed once my release came, and I was still shaking when I was turned onto and backed into the coloured guys dick, which slid in easily, because now I was lubricated with my transvestite friend's semen.
We sat mostly in silence at dinner, which was a wonderful experience, each of us knowing what we both did was to be the start of our enlightenment. I think we were more than committed swingers, we wanted more than just plain old vanilla sex, I liked the dangerous stuff, the immoral stuff, like when I was a young girl I used to love saying, "Up your bum", because I got smacked, on the bum, over daddy'e knee, with my knickers down and daddy's finger toying with me between my red hot and flaming bum cheeks
I never told anyone, but being used like that had an appeal to me. Where it came from or why I felt it was exciting I was clueless, but it was in my psych, I had a sexual fetish and I used it when I thought about stuff, like when I needed to masturbate, like a **** fetish.
We stayed with each other and encouraged by external forces, the inevitable marriage happened, and we settled down in our respective careers and went about this co-existence together, neither in true love, in the emotional sphere, but surviving in the physical nature of the sex we had, but like I said, having sex and thinking about other men doing it to me to make my orgasms better, meant that eventually something would have to give, I wanted other men inside me and to feel them enjoy my body, men who would have to be strangers, 'Wham bang thank you maam' fucking, sometimes I would feel physically sick at the thought, a deep uncontrollable sickness borne from frustration, a feeling men don't understand, until they are inside you, and you shock them as you undergo a metamorphosis, and become a sexual b**st completely taking over the act and riding them until you explode, I think that's what happened with daddy's friend the night he ****d me, because regardless of what I became that night, I did not ask for it, but made the most of it.
We both were just going with the flow until something changed everything, like when two countries declare war but don't fight, although the word 'war', was too strong, an uneasy truce might be more apt, we were beginning to drift, at an acceptable speed, and I was beginning to take chances with opportunities that rose or materialised, until we finally admitted it to ourselves, and suddenly everything changed as we accepted our new open marriage.
I have a few short encounters that actually happened to me to tell you, all I need for you is to imagine yourselves there and watching me, these encounters at first may seem far fetched, but they are true, they actually happened and it's up to you tell which one turned you on the most, you never know, you might have experienced something similar, after all, we are talking sex here, and where there is a will, there is a way.
1.) Paris, sex shop and transvestite encounter.
We took advantage of a winter weekend break and Paris was always on my bucket list of things to experience, since learning French at school.
We had booked the Bateaux-Mouches dinner cruise departing 20:30, so we time to kill, and went and sat at a small Bistro on the Champs-Élysées, and had a drink, just watching France go by.
Approximately one hour later we were bored, two beers and two wines later we had two hours to kill, when the thought struck me, "Lets go shopping", I suggested, and my husband was aghast, "We are going on a cruise we can't be carrying parcels", he objected, but what I had in mind, could fit into my hand bag, I wanted to buy a sex toy.
I had been searching on my phone, through boredom and emboldened by the wine when an advert about sex flashed up and a few finger taps and I was looking a sex shop not too far away, so I drank up and made the bold decision, for which my husband , although he appeared annoyed, was deep down, inspired by his young wife's enthusiasm of something outlandish and exciting as a visit to a sex shop.
We hailed a cab and asked to be dropped off at the street, following Google's street plan we found ourselves outside the shop, boldly declaring itself as a Sex Shop, with projections and massages on offer. I heard my husband exhale, "What the Fuck", and I laughed, "Come on, it might be fun", I dared him, and myself, as I pulled him in through the door, he in his smart night dress suit, and I in a small black dress, all legs and thong, with heel and unfettered small breasts, showing my excitement, with my half inch nipples making the most of the air conditioning and the thought of dirty men lurking and waiting to pounce on my near naked body.
We were met by an attractive younger woman, who stood behind the counter welcoming us with a coffee. She obviously spoke French initially but reverted to English once she knew who we were, even though I could converse, but thankfully, my poor husband could not.
He was taken aback with her, even I could see that, so I asked her in French for the sex toys department and to get there with some fun on the way, and thankfully, she cottoned on to what I was getting at, so she told me to go down the rows of explicit videos where I might see men tugging themselves, past some booths where some prostitutes were working, and at the end was the women's lingerie and sex toys department with changing booths, where if I liked, men were watching you, if you were into exhibitionism and voyeurism.
All this French chat left my poor husband confused, "You stay and drink your coffee" I suggested to him, winking at the pretty girl who knew I wanted time to myself, so she started to encourage him to chat and leave me to explore.
Like she suggested I started down in between the rows of videos, and as I moved slowly, I was hoping to see some wanking, I was really horny and smiled at the Arab looking men, actually licking their lips as I walked in my heels, with my short hemline flowing and fluttering above my mid thigh.
My honed muscular thighs were feminine contoured, not bulgy like men's, and my thong was now exciting me too, as I swung my hips, the string between my labia, stroked my swollen clitoris, as it slipped across back and forth, with my wetness lubricating it copiously, men were seemingly everywhere and closing in, their manly smells, sweats, and scents, titillated my senses, as I turned at the end and saw an older man enjoying my presence.
It was like the scene from "Silence of the lambs", where the young Jodie Foster get a wad of cum flung at her and it lands on her, she stops and takes note, her seeder was behind bars, mine was next to me, and he cummed on my thigh as I brushed dangerously past him, I could feel the warmth of his semen and the press of his fleshy cock against my cool flesh, from the front to the back of my thigh. I just kept walking, deliberately in that direction, savouring the experience for later, and feeling it start to run down my leg.
I don't know if I were walking or floating, but I was alive, and men were all around me, watching me and nodding approvingly. This was what I liked, I had found my niche, and in here, everybody wanted the same thing, sex and with all it's perversions, and I was no different, even as a young woman, I was a sex addict with fetishes and fantasies and right now I was walking freely into the bowels of a sex addicts dream, I felt if the men got around me, they would tear me limb to limb and **** my raw flesh.
My sensuous style of walking was accentuated by my thong and clitoris interaction, I was starting to feel my orgasm blossom, making me look slightly drunk and I felt myself instinctively put me hand on my pubis on the outside of my little black dress, and feel 'Camel Toe-ish' mound shape, behind my fingers, "Oh my fucking god", I felt my knees start to buckle and I stopped momentarily at steadied myself, and another very pretty girl, who was talking to a black guy, came to my aid and put her arms around me.
Orgasm avoided but the sensation was teetering on the edge as her scent was powerfully intoxicating and I assumed she was a prostitute working the isles.
She asked me what I was looking for and I told her, so she suggested I go sit in a booth and catch my breath, and as she spoke she opened the door and I realised this was where I had actually reached and I looked in and saw the TV screen showing porn a chair and a hole in the wall, it was a 'Glory Hole booth', we heard of them and saw them on porn websites, but this was actually the real fucking deal, and I laughed and told her so.
She looked across at the big coloured guy she had been talking too, "Joli client ici pour grosse bite", I think she forgot I spoke French, so I knew she was asking him to shove his cock into the hole for me to suck him off, which had crossed my mind a few times, every white chick, wants at sometime in her life, to take a black dick for a shagging.
I let her led me inside and she closed the door behind us, then she tapped the wall and suddenly this brown dick poked through.
It was short and thick and for a moment I was a tad disappointed, considering he was well over six feet in height.
I was drunk with sex hormones as I reached out and touched this strangers penis, using my index finger to trace it outline and drawing my tongue across my dry lips, as I knew where I was meant to put it. I turned to her and whispered, so as not to offend the big man on the other side of the wall, "I thought these guys were meant to be hung", she smiled and her lip gloss reminded my of how my pussy felt, but without further ado she took him into her mouth and swallowed all of his black meat, and I watched up close and personally, as he moved in and out of her mouth, her saliva glistening on his cock as he audibly groaned with her mouth and tongue actions.
I was feeling good, too good to be true, I was so close I could smell everything then I felt her hand on the back of my head, and suddenly, I was taking this now, huge black dick into my mouth, and blowing him off.
As I was doing this she started to undo my black dress at the back, by easing down my zipper, and then play with my unfettered titties, as little as they were, plucking and twisting my nipples, and before I knew it, I was naked and really concentrating on the huge dick in my mouth, I got naked because I wanted to fuck it.
She tapped my shoulder and pointed to the screen, and looked at it and stopped and stared, my husband was fucking the girl we met at the entrance, and then she whispered, he is watching you, and then the most craziest thing happened, as I went back to work this black cock, the girl with me, started fucking me from behind, and when I reached back, she had cock and balls, and this girl, guy, transvestite, whatever, dug her nails into me and fucked me like a thing possessed, as I hung onto the big black cock and watched my husband have his fling with the French chick.
My whole body convulsed once my release came, and I was still shaking when I was turned onto and backed into the coloured guys dick, which slid in easily, because now I was lubricated with my transvestite friend's semen.
We sat mostly in silence at dinner, which was a wonderful experience, each of us knowing what we both did was to be the start of our enlightenment. I think we were more than committed swingers, we wanted more than just plain old vanilla sex, I liked the dangerous stuff, the immoral stuff, like when I was a young girl I used to love saying, "Up your bum", because I got smacked, on the bum, over daddy'e knee, with my knickers down and daddy's finger toying with me between my red hot and flaming bum cheeks
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