Sam
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I don't remember when it started exactly but I have always loved and been fascinated by women and sex. The thought of sex. Talk about sex. Watching sex. Having sex. Even the smell of sex – well sometimes anyway. It's just an intrinsic part of me. It's probably down to my religious upbringing resulting in repressed sexuality leading to feelings of guilt, stress, naughtiness and risk which in turn I associated in my brain with excitement and pleasure.
As I got older I always had great admiration for liberated women with loose morals when people were talking about them and their exploits in a disparaging way. As my career developed and I became a manager I had to talk about staff relationships which often led to sex lives past and present which could be very illuminating and quite a turn on. In the office I had a work colleague who often talked about sex and we got very close. I told her about how I loved girls' in sexy underwear and she told me how she liked big cocks (which left me disconcerted) and stories of where she had had sex. Whilst talking she would tell me how turned on she would get talking and that she would need to go to the toilet to masturbate. That of course got me going and I would get all hyper.
A few weeks before she left the company, she was leaving the area she came in to my office in a mini skirt and facing me proceeded to talk about sex with her open legs on my desk. I got a great shot down her naked legs to her beige embroidered panties. She had black hair and was very hairy between her legs. It was a real turn on. Her friend eventually joined, in her place and she was even more sexy. Always wearing stockings and suspenders I knew because she let me feel them. She would get hot and I even got her to take her panties off for the whole day. We did lots of stuff but never went the whole way.
In another job. There was Sally who would impart the relationship problems she was having with her boyfriend whom she loved. She then told me how she used to go to bed with lots of different guys, cheating on boyfriends every weekend, until she met him. This gave me the opportunity to ask her a stack of questions about these encounters, which I did and they always made me horny as hell. I don't know if she knew what affect she was having, because she was quite naïve, though intelligent. She was about 5' 3" with shoulder length mousy hair. She had a large nose which did not detract from her hypnotic blue-grey eyes. Her lips were bowed and succulent. She played with her hair as she talked making her appear so vulnerable and sexy. Often she wore low cut tops that revealed the top of her small but adequate bust. She was slim with a flat stomach. Her legs appeared long when she wore black leather boots with 4" heels, as she often did. Occasionally she wore dresses or skirts and had good legs, which were not thin. She felt she had thick ankles but she didn't. I don't like thick ankles.
She told me that since she had met her boyfriend, she slept with 4 guys. I was desperate to know if it was at the same time or together. I never did find out but I did get to quiz her further about other relationships and she said she had slept with twins when she was abroad and that WAS at the same time. She said that they had been out drinking and she went to their apartment. One thing led to another and they all ended up in bed together. Before she knew it she was sucking one and fucking the other and then they changed places. I asked her if she was OK with that and she said "Yes I was wild in those days ....but that was then. I've changed now." Well this got me going but when I probed further she was reluctant to speak about it. I restrained myself as I didn't ant her to think I was enjoying it – but I was.
At another firm one girl wanted to get me to get her a fuck with a guy from another office. She offered to do me over the desk and stroked my cock through my suit. She would come to my office and show me her panties each day.
Now you might think from reading this that I'm some superstud who can charm the panties from a nun, well I'm not. I am 5' 11" dark haired with glasses and slightly overweight. An average sort of guy. I am married to Beth and she is a stunner. Probably too good for me. She wasn't my first relationship I'd had a number relationships including sex with various degrees of success. With younger and older women.
I was Beth's first though she had had a relationship with a couple of guys but nothing heavy. She was tall 5' 10" and athletic with long blonde hair which hangs half way down her back. She has full lips and hypnotic blue eyes. Nice breasts 36C and great legs which I love. We used to live in the North but moved because I got a better job offer. We had been married 2 years before we moved and enjoyed experimenting with sex. We had done almost everything together and for a person with limited experience she loved it and was always satisfied.
We used to have fantasies and I asked if she wasn't with me, who would she liked to have sex with. The answers ranged from Brad Pitt to anybody depending on how far into the sex we were. This continued for sometime and she realised she turned me on.
She used to phone the office from her work and say she was turned on and what should she do. I would say "why don't you make your self cum?" She would usually say "I can't there's too many men about " and of course this would give me a hard on and she knew it. I usually said "I don't mind just rub your legs together." And she would say "We'll see." This would almost ruin my day, as I would be so horny waiting to get home to her. When she got in it was straight to bed and a question and answer session which ended up with superb orgasms for both of us, as she inevitably told me she had cum at her desk. This drove me wild.
Other times I would tell her to wear really sexy underwear and flash her colleagues. She did this reluctantly because she didn't want to get the reputation of being 'the office slut'. She had such good acting skills she always made flashing appear innocuous and innocent so that the watcher would think themselves a pervert for looking in the first place.
We once had a party and Danny a friend of mine stayed over. He went to his bed and we followed to ours. We had a good drink and were ready for a love making session. I asked her to dress I in a one piece bathing costume that tied behind her neck leaving her back naked down to her arse and pantyhose underneath. The costume was powder blue and had a sheen to it. I liked it because I loved the feel of the nylon and swimsuit material and also the way it hugged her breasts and cunt. The mound of her crotch swelled under it and I ran my fingers between her swollen labial lips until she was wet. I kissed and slid my hands all over her body and we talked about sex and who she fancied then she had an orgasm.
I kept arousing her with my hands playing with her nipples as she masturbated with her hand under her swimsuit I was ramrod stiff and dared her to creep into Dannys room and masturbate near his bed until she came. She was really excited and to my astonishment and pleasure said "OK". She kissed me long on the lips and then got out of bed and out of the bedroom door leaving it open slightly. I heard her push Dannys door slightly and got out of bed. I saw her stood in the doorway and could see and hear her masturbate rapidly. I got back in bed and waited.
She was gone about 15 minutes. Once back in bed I started really kissing and playing with her she was insatiable. I asked how far she went and she told me she went into the room and placed her hand under his duvet and wanked him off. Although I didn't believe her it just might have been true and we had a massive orgasm.
Shortly after this we moved from the area and we lost contact with Danny so I could never verify if it was true, though knowing Danny it could well have been. Things were so busy and we didn't know anybody things cooled on the experimental sex side though we still enjoyed sex. We would get porn movies and magazines and enjoy them together especially the ones with big hard cocks in for Beth and a woman with more than one man.
As time went on she seemed to get even more attractive with stunning clothes especially underwear. She often wore long boots for her long legs in skirts or jeans or culottes. She got a good job and once we had established ourselves we started again. She would phone and tell me about the great guys in the office and how they were always commenting on how sexy she was it was true and it always made me rock hard. One thing about Beth is she knows how sexy she is.
During this period of settling in I made friends with Rob a near neighbour and had been accepted into the group of his friends. We would go out quite regularly and have a great time, laughing and getting drunk, playing sport or whatever it was. Rob and I hold (most of) each other confidences. He is a great lad and I never met a truer friend.
Rob
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I have a real problem I have a number of mates which I knew from schooldays and college. We get together at weekends, social occasions, parties, sport and the like. We're all in our thirties now mostly married with kids and responsibilities but we've managed to keep the group meeting. As years have gone by friends have come and gone depending on circumstances location, commitments but largely there is a hardcore group of 6 or so. In recent years I became good friends with a guy who moved into the area and he became one of the group. His name is Sam and he came from the north to work here with his beautiful wife called Beth.
I do not use the word beautiful lightly. She's about five foot ten, slim with long silky blonde hair that hangs half way down her back. She is slim but not skinny with long shapely legs and has a fairly large bust for her frame. She is as you might expect blue eyed, she has a button nose and slightly large mouth which she pouts playfully when being teased. I want to make it clear right now she was not the reason Sam became my friend. He is humorous, great fun to be with caring hard working and has some great parties.
My problem is I know Beth is a flirt and my dilemma is whether I should say anything, you know, to get him to cool her down. Well you might ask - How do I know? Is it just me fantasising? Well I know because I've heard about her from my other friends and seen her.
Well should I tell my friend Sam? Should I? I keep thinking what if it was me? I'm Rob by the way. Would I want a mate telling me? Not that I think Kath (my wife) would do anything – but I guess you never do. I'll tell you what happened.
It was my birthday and we all met in the local pub were we were well known. Sam and Beth turned up and she looked gorgeous. She had her hair tied up which accentuated her long neck and she wore a lightly flowered white blouse of such fine cotton it was almost see through to her white silky frilled bra. She also had a white mini skirt and white stockings on her long legs. She was a goddess and I watched during the night as the lads turned and ogled her looking at her tits or trying to see up her skirt.
The drink flowed as the night wore on and Sam was very merry indeed. He was dancing and joking centre of attention, as always as the guests fell about laughing. He is genuinely well liked. At closing time we went back to my house where there was enough drink to float a battleship. I got in put music on broke out the drink and Kath opened a buffet she and the girls had prepared all day. As the night wore on people left and there seemed to be less and less female company in fact at one o'clock there was Kath, Beth, Sam and the hardcore Steve, Mick, Jonno, Ralph, Harry and Ken. The music was still going strong and there was dancing with Kath and Beth as the main partners, though the odd couple of lads would dance together as there was no one else.
By Two o'clock Kath said she was off to bed to a major series of groans and pleas for her to stay up but she had to collect the kids in the morning. Sam was by now asleep on the settee with a party hat on and his mouth open snoring. Beth sat down by Sam concerned. Her skirt had rode up which revealing her white hold up stocking tops had not gone unnoticed by anybody. As she leaned across Sam her long legs parted slightly and we all got treated to a view of her white lacy stocking tops and suspenders and white sheer lycra panties which were almost see through. The lycra was stretched over her slightly bulging mound so tightly the darkness of her pubic hair was hinted at. She remained in that position for a while calling Sams name and patted his cheeks in an attempt to wake him as we all got closer. She shook Sam and her legs opened and closed slightly the lads turned to each other pushing and winking and enjoying the spectacle. She closed her legs and turned to me.
"I'll have to take him home."
The lads protested at once.
"No no you mustn't leave we'll sort him out. You needn't go."
Sam and Beth lived nearby so it really was just a question of carrying him home and putting him to bed. To be honest she looked so luscious I didn't want her to leave yet.
"Look." I said pointing to the lads "I'll carry him over if one of you will help."
