Fortune cookie erotica: the result of The Delivery Man Experiment

A sexy couple fucks after the hot wife exposes herself to a delivery man.So my wife has turned out to be an exhibitionist, and I’ve turned out to really like it. I’ve always liked the looks she gets from men when we’re out together – they undress her with their eyes, just as I occasionally do to their girlfriends or wives. The thrill is in imagining crossing the borders we place around our lives, but my goal is to set new borders for us out at the far edge of imagination, and watching my hot wife reveal herself to a stranger was out there in the realm of pure erotica. The problem is that the border is always shifting, and now I want more! Continue reading Fortune cookie erotica: the result of The Delivery Man Experiment

Chinese (balls): her response to The Delivery Man Experiment

A naked woman greets a delivery man in a doorway.Dear Mr. X,

Bastard! I really didn’t think I could pull this experiment off, and I almost fainted trying. You’re not going easy on me, are you, mister? Ha! I half-wondered whether when the delivery man showed up, it would be you in disguise. Not that this would have been any easier.

Everything started smoothly. When I got home from work I told my husband that I felt like Chinese, which is nothing unusual, and then I called in our order (to a place we almost never use) and hopped into the shower. Continue reading Chinese (balls): her response to The Delivery Man Experiment

The Delivery Man Experiment

A hot wife prepares to flash the delivery manDear Lady X,

I loved reading your sexy e-mail, and I hope I’m not going too far if I say that I am one of the many men you’ve made hard over the past few days. I didn’t know what to expect from this experiment, but since it started I have hardly been able to think of anything else. But please be reassured: I give you my word that I will always remain discreet, and I promise again that as desirable as I find you, this is not some secret plot to get you into bed myself. I promise to remain at a distance. So with that out of the way…“dare” it is!

Good news. You’re ordering delivery for dinner tonight. Chinese, Indian, pizza – whatever you’re in the mood for. Hell, extra cheese if you’d like. Easy, right? Here’s the catch, and please follow these instructions step by step: explain your husband that you feel like ordering out, and then you make the call yourself. Continue reading The Delivery Man Experiment

Sex fantasies about my wife’s sex fantasies: the result of The First Sex Experiment

A sex fantasy comes true as a hot wife strips for a shower fuckWhen I got my wife’s e-mail response to her “anonymous” admirer, my first reaction was admittedly a burning jealousy that hit me right in the gut. Clearly she doesn’t yet suspect that I’m Mr. X (or else she’s as savvy at playing this game as I am). As I read her e-mail again, however, the jealousy quickly shrank as my cock grew (that’s Newton’s Fourth Law, if I’m not mistaken). I know the waiter she was talking about (not particularly handsome in my opinion), and I had flashes of her fucking him, images of her firm body wrapping herself around his. I was sitting in my office with the door open. She was out there in the living room at her own computer, and the thought of her fantasizing about her day’s experiences got me more excited than anything. I wanted to walk up to her and let her see the bulge in my own pants. I wanted to see her eyes glaze over in lust and reach for me, to take me in her mouth as if I was nothing more than the closest cock at hand to satisfy her desires. But we both just sat at our own computers, both dreaming of the sex that we could be having but weren’t. Continue reading Sex fantasies about my wife’s sex fantasies: the result of The First Sex Experiment

Bubbly water, no panties: her response to The First Sex Experiment

A hot wife wears no panties and flashes a cafeDear X,

You’re naughty. That was fun. I was a VERY nervous at first, but believe me I followed your instructions to the letter. I closed the door to the bedroom to dress. I did exactly as you said (and the shirt was white cotton, by the way, and I even undid an extra button than I normally might!). Even just that moment made me horny. I love my breasts even if I wish they were a little bigger, but they are sleek and perky, and I lingered on them a while, running my fingers over my nipples beneath the shirt. And I actually looked at my little pussy in the mirror – no panties! – and felt just…delicious! Though I almost raped my husband when I came out ready for work, I don’t think he noticed my excitement. I was so nervous that I hardly looked at him as I walked out the door – just a quick peck on the cheek and a mumbled goodbye. He hadn’t had his coffee yet, but I was BURNING! Continue reading Bubbly water, no panties: her response to The First Sex Experiment

The First Sex Experiment

In a sex experiment a wife goes without panties or braDear Mrs. X,

This is your first sex experiment. Today you will not wear panties or a bra. You will wear a blouse open at the collar, and you will not wear stockings. If your husband occasionally sees you dressing, he must not see you today. Let the skirt be long enough to make you feel comfortable, but it should not go past the knee. This is imperative. As you slide it up over your hips, feel the nakedness of your thighs, feel your ass naked against the fabric of the skirt. Then, if you can, sit before a mirror. Spread your legs until you can see your pussy, but do not touch. You should simply understand how easy it would be to expose you. Then the blouse. Feel your breasts as you button it, and then, the erotic sensation of your nipples against the fabric. Will it be cotton? Or silk? I wish you would tell me. And then I will insist: high heels today, but again, not so high as to make you feel uncomfortable. I want you to feel sexy, to feel it in your legs, your groin, your hips, your chest, the power you have over a man. Continue reading The First Sex Experiment

A diary, a sexual fantasy, and an anonymous e-mail

A woman has a sexual fantasy about her neighborI shouldn’t have done it, but last week I opened my wife’s computer while she was in the shower. We’re both sex nuts, and the bedroom has kept us together through ten years of marriage, but we hadn’t even approached a kiss in weeks. Worse, somehow I didn’t mind. Something had gone wrong, something I couldn’t begin to put a finger on. She’s still one of the sexiest women I’ve ever met, dressing like a classic movie star – garter belts even, holding up exotic silk stockings whose swirling patterns I used to study, all hidden underneath some prim skirt by a French designer. She’s European (it hardly needs to be said), and we live in an exotic place under palm trees across the Atlantic Ocean that I’ll choose not to mention for the moment. Mostly, though, she has preferred not to wear anything at all. She tends to cavort around the house naked, relishing her body: blond hair, always red lipstick, pale skin with tits made for some mermaid bursting from the sea in a Renaissance painting, a round smooth ass, pussy showing pink through a few blond hairs, then firm legs down to bare feet with red-painted toes. She’s the sort of innocent thing on the surface who inspires dirty thoughts, and as far as I can see, she hasn’t aged a bit. But she’s stopped cavorting, and we’re hardly even talking. Her body’s becoming a memory. So what’s gone wrong? I opened her computer hoping to find out. Continue reading A diary, a sexual fantasy, and an anonymous e-mail