Well, I guess fucking on the beach and in the lake is not technically swimming, so no rules broken there, I suppose. It was intended to be a light lunch and a Corona with lime at the Yacht Club, but it seemed that our instincts got the better of us once again. As we finished our lunch, I could see that glimmer in JoJo’s eyes, and knew that we had to get out of dodge, so to speak. I figured that the management would not take kindly to us fucking loudly and wildly on the docks in broad daylight, so I figured that the State Park around the bay would be a nice place to satiate our desires. I am a little surprised that we actually made it there however, as she had my quickly swelling cock in her mouth about five seconds after we actually got into the car. It wasn’t a long drive, but it sure was a tough one. I had to fight the intense desire to pull over to the side of the road for all ten minutes of the drive, as I really was tempted to fuck her hard bent over the hood of the car on the side of the road. It seemed like it had been forever when we finally arrived at the parking lot for the beach, and it was by no measure empty, but that’s never stopped us before. As we grabbed the bag with our swimming clothes and coconut rum and headed to the beach, it seemed like all eyes were on us, and I was sure that most of these people could tell that we had one thing on our minds and were up to no good. The water was beautiful, but we hardly noticed. As the sun beat down on us, and the waves lapped at our feet, we were surely a spectacle for the hikers on the cliffs above us, and for the beachgoers who seemed more than happy to give us our space. After I came all over the sun kissed skin of her tits, we figured we’d head into the water to rinse ourselves of the sweat, sand and cum that we were already covered in. We didn’t get even a few feet into the water before she had wrapped he legs around me again, and she spent the next twenty minutes bobbing up and down on the waves and my cock. I’m sure that everyone who cared to watch must have really enjoyed our show. As we had worked up quite an appetite by then, we decided we’d head back to the Yacht Club for dinner. As we sat down to our dinner and drinks on the waterfront patio, an admirer came up to us and said “I’d just like to take this opportunity to thank you guys for the show at the beach earlier. My wife and I had been hiking, and I don’t think I had ever seen her so turned on. She fucked me harder than she has since our honeymoon fifteen years ago the second we got back to our suite. I owe it all to you…” Our only response to this was “Glad we could be of assistance friend”. It seemed like a great way to spend some time at the beach. It may not have been entirely legal, but after all, the sign only said “No Swimming”…
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“Well, that was quick” was the first thought to cross my mind as we hung up our phones. It had been only six and a half minutes earlier that the call had started. Our caller had called us wanting to be cuckolded by my wife and I, you know, the usual inferiority complex which had evolved into an inferiority fetish, I suppose. It started with him wanting to know how tall I was… Six foot and a few, of course. Then he wanted to know how big my cock was. So out comes JoJo with the seamstress’ tape. I was still too amused with all of this to have even begun to get hard yet. Six inches was the answer, soft as Old Glory on a windless day… His reply, “That’s two more inches than me rock hard.” Yeah, well that’s why my wife is so damn satisfied with it, and guys like you can only dream.” So she asks him if he wants to find out how big it gets, of course he does… So he gets to sit in the corner and wish away while she takes my huge, soft cock into her mouth and begins to swallow it whole. It didn’t take long, I can assure you. In about twenty or thirty seconds I was hard as a rock, so we measure it again. From the base of course, not the balls like you tiny-dicked cheaters like to do… Eleven inches, and about two and a half wide. We could tell by this time he was really having a good time being made to feel like a worm’s dick. I guess my next question to him had a pretty obvious answer as well. “I bet you’ve never heard a woman gag on that tiny little nub you call a cock, have you?” No, of course he hadn’t, so we felt compelled to oblige him. As I grasped the back of her head and got about nine or ten inches of my cock down the back of her throat, her gags and moans were all it took apparently. I think it was only the third or fourth thrust of my swollen, throbbing cock into the depths of her throat when he blew his little two drop load out of that tiny little nub of his… “I’m done” we heard him say down the line. “What?” we responded… “I came, I’m done” he says. Well, since we still had half of our time left, I asked him “So, you may as well hang on the line for the rest of your time and listen to what it sounds like when a woman gets bent over her bed and fucked hard by a real man” I wanted him to hear, I love the show, after all… But no, I guess he had had his fill of humiliation and punishment for the day. Honestly, we were a bit disappointed, we really do love the show, and love how much our callers enjoy it. I guess that’s why we have so many regulars. So when you’re done, we never are. Even if you can’t last more than thirty seconds listening to us, we know that we are going to do our thing regardless. We’d love for you to hang around and listen to her moan and scream while I pound that gorgeous, dripping pussy of hers with my massive, throbbing cock. So why don’t you stop thinking about how much you’d like to hear what a woman’s pleasure sounds like and pick up the phone now. We’re always more than happy to show you.
So I realized for the first time tonight what exactly it is that I find so incredibly arousing about the job my wife and I share, It’s the mystery. The mystery of who it is on the other end of the line. The realization that it could be anyone, from an innocent 18 year old boy experimenting from his parents dingy basement, to a movie mogul calling us poolside from a Caribbean resort, it’s the thrill of the unknown that really excites me. I love the knowledge that whoever is on the other end of the phone line could tell us anything about themselves, and we have no way to prove or disprove it. It goes both ways. You would be amazed at the number of times I’ve watched my beautiful wife suck my cock while she tells you she’s sucking yours. Or the number of times I’ve been fucking her so hard that she can barely put a thought together, but you love that, don’t you. You love the sound of my full balls slapping against her clit while I fuck her hard from behind over her computer desk. It’s the thrill of the voyeuristic, exhibitionist fantasy world that we live in.
Our window is always wide open. Always… Our neighbors must wonder why we feel so compelled to show off our wild fuck fests to the whole world. If you must know, it’s simply because we can. When you are this fucking hot, why would you not want to share it with the world? I’m sure that there has been many an occasion that some unsuspecting hornball has driven down our street in the dark, only to see her naked tits pressed against our second story bedroom window while my balls swing between her spread legs for the whole world to see… Only to drive just around the corner and unload his swollen cock into the fast food napkins he keeps in his glovebox because even his own wife can’t turn him on like that anymore. That’s why I love this so much. I hope you enjoy the view from the Window Seat.
My husband and I absolutely love having random people come to our house and watch us fuck. It’s a huge turn on for the both of us when we are being watched. One of our biggest fans is the Fed-Ex guy. If he’s in the neighborhood, he loves stopping by and watching our hot, raw live action. We make sure to give him a really good show. Sometimes, he can’t help himself and he pulls out his cock and sticks it in my pussy while I suck on my husbands dick. Our Fed-Ex man loves that naughty mid-day release. 
Omg! Since this past weekend, all we keep talking about is Jim and Sara! What fun that was and how we can’t wait to do it again soon! I came home from work today and Chase started talking about how he wanted to do the same with me tied up. And have other people over and see how it feels. It made me so horny that I couldn’t help it but to start sucking Chase’s cock right there! It couldn’t have been better since the phone rang and the caller got to hear us fuck live on the phone. He said that was way better than watching porn and was going to tell all his friends how hot it is to call us and listen to us do things to each other that he told us to do. He really wanted to hear me gag on Chase’s cock. Chase kept thrusting his cock deep down my throat until I gagged really really loud and hard. That made the caller cum instantly. You have no idea how we love to please our callers.
You should call and make us do what you want us to do to each other. Make him eat me, or me suck him. Hear us fuck how ever you want us to. We love to take calls and please you men! Its such a turn on for us!!!
xoxo Jojo
Last weekend had to be one of the most fun we have had in the bed room in a very long time. I handcuffed Chase to the bed and blind folded him. I made him lay there for almost 30 minutes before the other couple I found online to play with us. I had already met them for lunch earlier in the week to see if we clicked and what I wanted to do to Chase. They arrived and just walked in where I greeted them. We all went into the bed room and started to touch Chase. You could feel him tense up knowing that there was 6 hands running all over him. You then saw his cock start to get hard… I knew he was starting to enjoy every minute of this. Sara then started at his cock. Using her tongue all over the tip and then giving him amazing head. Jim was running his hands all over his chest while he watched his wife give another man a blow job. I came up and sat on his face. He couldn’t move. He was tied to the bed at his hands and feet. We all took turns sucking his cock and teasing it like crazy. If you want to hear us tell you the rest of the story. Feel free to call and we both can tell you in detail how he came several times that night! After the couple asked if we could continue to do this on a regular basis. We both agreed! It was soo much fun that it would be stupid not to continue to play with them.
Better yet, you can tell us what you want to do the next time I tie him up and blind fold him! I think you should come over and play with us too!
This is the picture she took of me last night. She tied me up and had another man over. I had no idea that the mouth on my cock was a man. I could hear her whispering to someone but I have to obey her. She told me to enjoy the touch I was receiving and to do as I was told. I could feel his mouth going up and down on my cock as she played with my balls. I thought for sure I was going to explode all his mouth when she pulled his mouth of it. I wanted to cum, but she would not allow it. I could hear her whispering again and then she said, I want you to listen Chase and tell me what you hear. She then forced him down on her. I could hear him eating her out but wasn’t sure what it was. Then I felt her hand come up to me and start massaging my balls. She wouldn’t touch my cock, that stood straight up stiff. I wanted more attention than she was giving me. I could hear her start to moan and her grasp on my balls let me know she just came from what ever was going on. I heard more whispering and the next thing I knew I was being forced on the ground to my hands and knees. I was in shock from what I felt next. She started to rim my ass with her tongue. What I didn’t know was that she was lubing it up and getting it ready to be fucked. As she worked my ass open she then laid down under me and started to massage my balls with her mouth while he forced me down to a 69 position to eat her out. I then felt his cock, it slowly started to just press on my asshole, then as promised, it entered. Slowly at first he put in completely in and then he fucked my ass like no other has. Not even Jojo with her strap-on. Have you ever thought about being with a couple? Wanted a women there while you played with a man?…Call us, we can make that a reality!
Chase and JoJo
Hey guys it’s Chase! I love the way Jojo makes me worship her. I wake up every morning to her making me lick her pussy. It’s right over my face. She makes me pick up her calls and tell her callers just what she is doing to me. I love having her as my wife. Who wouldn’t. We are playing tonight, would you like to listen? Would you like to have her tell you how to fuck her or me? Have you any interest in being with another couple? We can make that come true. Trust me, my wife is amazing and hot in the bedroom. She brings home different men and women for us to play with all the time and it makes things so much better. Have you and your wife/girlfriend thought about swinging but every time you are going to meet a couple, you don’t go through with it? Try us on the phone first, see it as a baby step. She will make everyone cum!
Her amazing pussy and ass will have you hard in a heart beat. The sexy voice she has will have you explode all over. You can talk to her, me or both. Just ask when you call who you want to speak with the most. We can put you on speaker and just have you hear us fuck. This is your call, you tell us what you want. But trust me, she is hot and will make you cum like you have never came before….she does it to me, DAILY!
Open up, sweetie, it’s morning.
Her whisper wakes me, and I feel the pressure of what she has chosen for me today. A large phallus against my anus, facing inwards from the leather briefs I will wear all day.
Please, does it have to be so big today? I’m sore.
Please don’t question me, dear. You will need to be instantly obedient today, it’s very important to me. And you know how you can forget. This will keep your mind focused. Especially since I have not used anything to make it easier for you.
A firm, remorseless thrust, and the phallus enters me. No lubricant. Serious pain. Silence from my lips. I know better. There is no talking. No complaining. No whining. Silence. She knows exactly how hard it is for me. And she knows that sometimes I will fail.
Failure means welts and bruises at our house. A deliberate, thorough session with the cane and paddle. Crying will be required, but will not be sufficient to prove remorse. She will expect creative, satisfying displays of brokenness to assure her that I am utterly defeated, and that the pain in my heart will go on for some time.
She removes yesterday’s panties from my face, where they have been firmly in place since the previous evening’s lights out. The vaginal and anal areas covering my nose and mouth, the elastic holding the panties in place on my head. I am bereft when they are taken away. But I hope that later I might be allowed more than a cotton reflection of her.
Slavery suits me, I feel it deeply. I crave her authority, and her physical dominance of me. She outranks me.
To be close to her breasts, to meld my open mouth with her glorious vagina, to offer myself to the primal humiliating power of her bottom. My suffering, her pleasure. It is the central concern of our household. When she hits me, when she methodically sets about to make me sad, taking me further down than I knew I could survive. These are times I deeply and darkly crave. Every time she hurts me, I wish only for her to acquire more power over me through her expression of it.
Now it is time for her morning toilet, and time for me to serve her intimately. She sits down on the toilet, and I take my place kneeling in front of her, hands in my lap, eyes down. When she has finished urinating, she edges forward, knees apart, and takes me by the hair, firmly bringing my face to where it is required. I carefully and devotedly clean her vagina, lapping thoroughly to be sure that all traces are removed.
I make way for her as she stands up, turns, and puts her hands on the back of the toilet, feet apart, bent over. I place my tongue against her anus, and freshen her after a night of sleep. She is quite clean, for I serve her well, but the musk of her anus still has its powerful humiliating effect on me, and I am flushed, aroused, reminded of my status.
As she brushes her teeth, I kneel quietly, wondering what she has planned for me today, hoping and fearing that it will be difficult for me.
It turns out that today is shopping day. I am handed a list. While she is at work, I am to obtain everything on the list, and I am instructed to make the experience as devastating as possible for myself. One item on the list I know will be unobtainable: “Condoms — extra small.” But I know that I will go to the pharmacy, seek out the female attendant behind the counter, and ask in a clear voice for extra small condoms, making sure to experience the amusement and pity on her face, not avoiding the pain it causes me.
She also requires new panties. I am to spend a minimum of one hour selecting them, asking questions of the female staff at the boutique store at the mall: about materials, comfort, laundry care. I am to make it clear that I am responsible for the care of my wife’s underthings, and let my shame and awkwardness show to the young, pretty women who will doubtless answer my questions with increasing impatience and revulsion.
I must also go to the small specialty grocery nearby, and ask for difficult to obtain items for my wife’s dinner, explaining how angry she will be if I fail to deliver. My fear and panic at the impossibility of fulfilling her wishes must be conveyed.
Finally, I must buy a new set of jewelry for my penis and nipples. All the jewelry I wear on my most sensitive parts must be attractive but also functional — it must include a ring of some kind with which to attach me to the various places she may wish to keep me at home. The rings also serve as a means of amusement or punishment. When a three stranded chain is attached to all three rings, and then to a leash, she is able to control me very easily, causing serious pain and panic with a sharp tug. Or I may simply be attached to hardware in the wall for a beating.
The involuntary spasms I experience when the cane lands lead to a second, almost as intense pain as I pull away from the wall. I try so very hard to keep still when I am punished, which I know pleases her. It is analogous to her cherished game of making me keep silence while she hurts me — the common thread is that I am not allowed any means of releasing my suffering, but must keep it all in, letting it do its pervasive damage to my heart and mind.
I am hers. Today will be a hard day, and I am grateful for it.
Have you ever passed out during an orgasm? Neither had I before last Sunday – . I don’t remember passing out, but I definitely remember the other details – hope you enjoy!
We’d been out Saturday night. My husband and I had a blast – he sang Karaoke and tossed back a variety of drinks after a long week of work driving his truck, while I talked the bartender and waitress into ensuring that the last two drinks he consumed contained lots of vodka. You should have seen the shocked expressions on their faces when I explained to them exactly why. I love vodka. Mind you, I don’t drink it – I just reap the benefits of his ingestion. It does amazing things to my husband; the most prevalent is the fact that it acts as a catalyst to promote the chemical reaction to force his penis to remain in a turgid state for ungodly amounts of time. On quite a few occasions, I have been “riding him reverse cow-girl style” and enjoying myself thoroughly, only to realize that he’d fallen asleep, passed out cold and snoring like a buzz saw. No matter, he doesn’t mind, I just finish up and fall out (completely satisfied and exhausted) right beside him. Such was the case Saturday night, and after three successful orgasms, I curled up beside my big teddy bear and started snoozing. Yes, I am a selfish bitch, but orgasms are so wonderful, and I always pay him back the next day.
Accordingly, when Sunday morning rolled around and we began to stir, I was prepared for him to say the words I love to hear. “Suck my dick!” I flipped over in the bed, placed my head over him and began the first slow licks on my favorite lollipop. My favorite position in the bed is that I am head own in a psuedo-69 position, more lying on his side than straddling him. This allows me to move my head to all angles to torture him playfully by rolling my tongue-ring around the sides of his cock. I can pop up on my knees beside him to pay attention to his balls and backside very easily. While I was beginning to suck and roll the head of his dick around in my mouth, his fingers began circling my clit, so I opened wide and welcomed the affection.
We’ve recently delved into fisting and I found that I really love it. Once you get past the initial fear, add really good lube and relax (sometimes a vibe on my clit helps) it’s a fast track to a mind-numbing orgasm. Believe me, this took a lot of work and patience on the part of my husband. Just about 14 months ago, I was the shy divorcee in the gynecologist’s office explaining a particular problem. “Well, Doc – it’s like this. I seem to be really sore and bleed after I have sex with my new boyfriend. No, I get really wet. It’s just I was married to a really little guy for 17 years and my new boyfriend is not a little guy.” Not joking folks, he told me I was just very small and suggested lots of foreplay. Needless to say the boyfriend I spoke to the doctor about is now my husband. My husband is definitely not a “little guy”, so it took a while. Lucky for me he loves foreplay and always made sure I was really warmed up. It was during these sessions about six months ago that he started fingering me with three and even four of his fingers at a time. At first it freaked me out, but I realized the stretching and full feeling was amazing. I could be going down on him, on my knees and have orgasms on my husband’s fingers. One day he lubed up and asked me if I wanted to try it, waving his hand at me, and he pushed in as I backed into him. He got all four fingers in, then kind of folded in his thumb, pressed in and whoosh, in it went. I grabbed my silver bullet vibrator, placed it on my clit and came so hard my juices were rolling off his wrist. The first few were always kind of quick, as I just panicked after I’d orgasm and wanted to get his fist out so I could mount him and ride for a while. Amazingly, even after his fist has been inside me, his dick still stretches my vaginal length and (after that warmup) my cervix will dilate, allowing the head of his penis to enter for a very snug fit, which drives him into me even harder.
Sunday morning was very different. After he got the fourth finger in, I was still sucking his dick. I started begging him to take his fingers out and fuck me, to which he replied “NO”. He wanted his fist inside me. He grabbed the lube and poured even more down the crack of my ass, pulled out his fingers and kept squirting the lube, rubbing it in me. He then placed his four fingers back in me, tucked in his thumb and slowly curled his fingers into a fist around his thumb. This stretches my vagina circumferentially, and allows his fist to enter. If done slowly it is not very painful and is extremely arousing. I propped my knee across his chest so he’d have a good view of what he was doing. I flipped on my vibrator and went back to work on his dick. I felt the knuckles press in and he kept slowly beginning to rotate and grind. I slid my hand off the vibe to reach back and feel his hand inside me. He was buried past his wrist and continued in for about another inch. He started twisting his hand around, and between that feeling and the vibe I couldn’t hold out. I leaned forward and howled as my first orgasm wracked through me. I started pulling forward to get him out of me, but he held on tight. The vibe was still going and I felt my legs shaking even harder. By this point, I was screaming with the intensity of the pressure I was feeling.
The next thing I was aware of was a burning fire on the cheek of ass, followed quickly by a hard slap of the other ass cheek. My husband had obviously spanked me at least twice, but I’d only felt the last one for sure. As I came back to my senses, the pain in my ass, the buzzing of the vibrator and the full feeling of his hand wiggling inside me loosed my orgasm again. This time I did pull him out of me, slid down his body and mounted him. I love feeling his dick in me after he’s fisted me. Obviously, he’s into it too because his dick is ALWAYS as hard as polished steel after he takes his hand out. After 10 or so minutes of steady pounding, he grabbed my hips and emptied his balls into my dripping pussy. After I felt him stop throbbing, I rolled over and laid my head on his shoulder. I told him it was awesome and he just smiled. He replied that it must have been a hard orgasm because I’d passed out for 20-25 seconds. He said I’d just stopped moving. One second I was moaning – the next, was deafening silence and my whole body had gone limp. He’d stared at my non-moving ass for about 10 seconds. He saw my chest rising in deep breaths so he knew I was alright but when he’d called my name, there was no answer. He pumped me with his fist, and there was no response. He said he’d spanked me HARD and I barely moved, so he did again, a little harder and I started moaning again. He then knew I was alright from the moans and shouts beginning to come back out of my mouth and the convulsions in my pussy after I’d come around.
I’d always been so afraid to try new things before I met my husband. Now, I’ve been places and done things I’d only fantasized about. Now I know all my fantasies can come true. Yes ladies, orgasms can be that amazing – you just have to find the right partner to make it happen – just look up when you’re driving down the interstate one day – those truck drivers work hard and love even harder. The handsome ones like mine, may be few and far between. They are strong-willed, free-spirits, but love like no other men I’ve ever met. If you find one, grab him and hang on. I know you’ll enjoy the ride.
