For anyone who has read my stories so far, I would appreciate feedback on how I could improve them.
I have a ton of real life adventures I could write about, but I am an inexperienced writer, so anything will be helpful.
Thank you.
collection of stories you shouldn't read at work
For anyone who has read my stories so far, I would appreciate feedback on how I could improve them.
I have a ton of real life adventures I could write about, but I am an inexperienced writer, so anything will be helpful.
Thank you.
I told her that I had an idea, and that she should just trust me. “Seriously?” She asked me with a very suspicious look.
I told her to dress in her white skirt, (it was short and loose, like a tennis skirt almost), and her blue blouse. No bra of course.
Her biggest complaint was that they didn’t really match as an outfit, but she put them on with a pair of sandals, and I did let her wear panties.
I told her if she wanted a truly extra wild day to just do as I say like a good little sex slave. Sara smiled at this, as it was a game we would occasionally play that she enjoyed.
We stopped first at the bar and got her a couple of drinks to loosen her up a bit and get her in a wild mood. While at the bar she definitely got a lot of looks.
The blouse I told her to wear is fairly sheer, light blue, and has a low-cut swoop neck. It was always one of my favorites. It shows a lot of tit even with a bra, and without a bra it is truly a beautiful sight.
The funniest moment of the night was when I went down on her while she was full and she was talking dirty to me about it, Charles laughed and said “Ya’ll whit people are into some crazy shit”. I will never forget that because it was so funny at the time, and Sara and I used it as an inside joke for many years.
Charles left our room in the early morning hours and we got some sleep.
We slept in late, then went downstairs for breakfast, then to the beach for a few hours as the weather was beautiful.
Sara was wearing a new skimpy white bikini that she filled out extremely well. It was not quite a thong in back, but showed off a lot of her firm round ass, and the top left a lot of titty spilling out. Needless to say, she got a lot of stares, and she loved every second of it.
After the beach we showered and napped for a bit, then a late lunch.
I say this is mostly true as I have forgotten some of the details over the years, but the events are very real, and I have thrown in details that I did remember. I am far from a professional writer, so bear with me as I relate some of my adventures.
Many years ago, I think it was around 2001 or so, the ex-wife and I went to Myrtle Beach for vacation over Memorial Day weekend.
For those of you that are unfamiliar with it, it turns out that is also the weekend that “Black Bike Week” is held there.
We were unaware of this when we made our plans, but once we arrived, we noticed everything going on, and how crowded it was and asked to front desk at our hotel and were informed of it.
Now to give a bit of background on the two of us, we were in our late twenties, and no children yet. We had been swinging for a few years at this point, and I knew I loved watching her be slutty, and enjoying other men and women.
“Seriously?” her husband replied after only seconds.
“I can’t believe it. Tell me everything. Did you get pics? Did you cum? Where did he cum?”
“Slow down”, Chrissy replied. I’ll answer these, then I am going to sleep for a few hours. I have the conference in the morning still.”
“Yes, there are pics. I will send them in the morning. He used his phone for them. I came non stop for over two hours. Seriously, not exaggerating. He came in me. Here I’ll show you.”
Chrissy took a pic of her pussy to send him. It was very red and abused looking. His cum was still visible, some leaking out a little, and some spread all around from where she used it to masturbate. Her hole was stretched and gaping open.
“Jesus! He fucked the shit out of you.”
“You have no idea honey. Now I am going to sleep, I am worn out. I will tell you everything tomorrow I promise.”
“Good night my slut wife. Love you”
“Good night my pervert husband. Love you too.”
Chrissy simply laid back in the bed, not bothering to clean herself up. Her hand gently stroked her pussy as she drifted off to sleep.
“Hello?” David said as he answered the phone.
“Sorry about running off like that” Chrissy said back.
“It’s OK” he said in his deep seductive voice. “This is your first conference after all. Trust me though, no one is judging your behavior, the other guys, and a few of the women, are just jealous it isn’t them you were dancing with.”
“So, what now?” Chrissy asked him, in her own sexy voice.
“What do you want to do now Chrissy?”
“I don’t know how far I can go, I mean, I’m just not normally the girl that screws around or hooks up. I do think I owe you a good night kiss though.”
“I would like that”, David replied. “Want me to come to your room?”
“I am in 416.” She said eagerly. “Don’t take too long, or my nerve may give out”. As soon as Chrissy said that she hung up the phone.
Chrissy texted her husband right away. “He is on his way to my room for a good night kiss. Last chance to change your mind.”
Her husband immediately replied. “Maybe you should answer the door naked.”
“Well, you know how I was dressed, and I have to day, I look damn good tonight” Chrissy said
“Every night, baby, every night” Her husband replied.
“So, we had been talking and laughing, and definitely some flirting, and a lot of drinking. Next thing I know we are dancing. Close. His hands wandered down to my ass”. Chrissy didn’t realize that her voice was getting husky, and dreamy, obviously aroused and excited about it. Her hand had absently slid under her dress to her very wet pussy and was gently stroking it.
“He mentioned that I he could tell I wasn’t wearing any panties. I don’t know why, but I told him it was your idea. He squeezed my ass then, and it felt so good I actually came a little bit. I am so wet.”
“Are you touching yourself right now baby?” Her husband asked. “because you are definitely excited. I can hear it on your voice.”
“Is it bad that I am playing with myself thinking about it?” Chrissy asked. “I’m sorry I let it go that far. I am so sorry. It will never happen again. I never meant for it to go that far. I was just having fun, and then we were dancing. I am so very sorry honey”
As Chrissy entered the banquet hall reserved for her group, it was about half full of people milling around and drinking, making small talk, laughing. It looked like everyone was having a good time.
There were place settings with names on them for assigned seating, and so everyone would be able to see what everyone else’s name was.
Chrissy found her seat, and saw David M was sitting next to her. She couldn’t help but smile a little.
“Hello beautiful”, a familiar voice said softly from behind.
“Hello David” Chrissy replied as she turned.
Chrissy kept control of her face so that her surprise didn’t show.
David was a few inches taller than her husbands six foot. Very broad at the shoulders, obviously worked out. Dressed very sharp in a pink shirt and grey tie. Dazzling smile. Maybe ten years older than her. And black. It had never occurred to Chrissy that he was black. Not that it mattered to her, he was very smart and capable and friendly.
As a coworker he was great.
Chrissy had never been with a black man before. Had never really considered it even. She wasn’t prejudice; she had just never found herself attracted to a black man before.
“Your first business trip. This is very exciting honey, I’m so proud of you.”
“I know, I am very excited”, Chrissy replied as she was getting out her clothes to pack the suitcase.
“So, this is just a training seminar for the company?”
“Yes, basically” Chrissy replied, “that and networking with all of the other offices. There will be people there from all over. It will be nice to put a face to the people I have been talking to for the last 6 months”.
“Are you going to pack something sexy?”
“Sexy?”, she said giving him a funny look. “I mean, I am packing a few nice outfits for dinners out, but no reason to take anything *sexy.”*
Well, I was just thinking is all.
“Oh, you were? That’s a nice change” She said with a laugh.
“I am almost afraid to ask, but what exactly were you thinking?”
“Well, we have fantasized and talked about you being my little slut wife, and I was thinking that this may present an opportunity”
She stared at her husband for a long minute, her expression somewhere between amused and surprised.