True Erotic Stories Vol.1 ( Tales of Erotica )

by Haley, Dallas

  “Do you need to reciprocate?”

  I pushed her hair behind her ears. “Well, yes. I will if you want me too.”

  “No,” she said, and gently kissed my forehead. “Just relax.”

  “Did you plan this?” I asked.

  “No,” she said. “But I kind of hoped it would happen.”

  We didn’t sleep in the same bed that night. I brought her a blanket for the couch, and I plopped down in my bed, still half drunk with the thoughts of the orgasm she gave me. We got together again, physically that is, on one other occasion a few months later, but I think I’ve filled up your email enough, so I will tell you about that some other time if you’re interested.

  Oh, one last thing. The next morning, I took Cheryl to get her minivan. She smiled politely as she got out, then turned and said, “You left your bra at the bar you know!”

  - Brooke

  Vegas Stranger

  Sometimes men will send my hubby Jeff stories. Mark wrote to tell him about an encounter that he and his wife Dianne had with a stranger in Las Vegas.

  Jeff-

  Hey man, your posts on the forum got me thinking tonight, and I decided to take up your invitation. About a year ago my wife and I took a trip to Vegas. Just so you know up front, we are not ‘swingers’ at all. We never wanted to go to a swingers club, swap with other couples, or anything like that. But, and it’s a big but- I have always had a fantasy about another man fucking my wife.

  We are an average couple. We aren’t overweight, but we don’t work out at the gym either. I’ve always thought my wife was hot though, ever since we met in college. She’s in her thirties now, and she still gets looks from other men. Don’t get me wrong, we aren’t tame in bed. We always have fun getting a little kinky with each other, and she loves to talk dirty as we get it on. But other people involved? All I can tell you is I had no idea that would ever happen or how exciting our trip to Vegas would be!

  We got to our hotel in the evening, found our room, and then immediately went to gamble. I hit the craps tables, and my wife Dianne went to find some slot machines. (I told her that wasn’t real gambling, but hey, what wife listens to her husband about such things, right?)

  After several free drinks, I left the craps table while I still had a little profit, and found Dianne as she pulled the lever on a machine. She was just sitting on this stool, wearing a tight v-neck tee shirt, jeans, and her ‘fuck me’ pumps. (That’s what I call them, she says she wears them for my enjoyment). Her tits are a full C, and she was wearing one of those push up bras to really show them off. With the drinks in me, I have to say I was ready to enjoy them. 

  I held up my chips to show off. “Almost done honey?” I asked.

  The machine gave out several loud rings as she got CHERRY-CHERRY-CHERRY, my chin dropped, and a huge load of quarters fell out and into the metal bin. “Now I am!” she said.

  “Let’s go to the bar,” I said. We went through the casino, and over to a bar where a small crowd had gathered. The sounds and smell of gambling people were all around us, and if you’ve never been to Vegas, you have to experience the electricity that can fill a busy casino on a Friday night. The blackjack tables were right next to the bar, and as we got our first drinks, I couldn’t help but notice a man sitting at one of the tables. He was playing, but seemed distracted. At first I thought I was imagining things, so I glanced over at him again and realized he was checking out my wife. I have to say, I could feel myself starting to get hard at the thought of another man wondering what my wife looked like without her clothes on. I could picture him looking at her blonde hair, then moving down to her nice size tits, her round ass, and just undressing her right at the bar from behind. She would be grinding her ass into his crotch as he reached around and squeezed her tits.

  Dianne said something to bring me back to the moment. She was standing next to me, telling me something about what we were going to do the next day.

  “Are you listening to me?” she asked.

  “What?”

  She took my chin in her hand and turned it toward her. “I said, are you listening to me?”

  “Sorry, I got distracted hun,” I said.

  “Checking out the waitresses, huh?”

  “No, no,” I said. But she was already laughing, thinking she had caught me.

  We sat at the bar, and had two or three drinks, before I thought about my wife’s admirer again. I looked back at the table, but he had left. At this point, I wasn’t thinking about my hidden fantasy, I was just curious if he was still checking her out. I turned back around, a little disappointed, and my eyes must have gotten wide because there he was, sitting right next to Dianne!

  I smiled, and took a drink.

  “What are you so smiley about?” she asked.

  “Oh, nothing,” I said. “Let’s get a shot.”

  “You know I’m a light weight,” she said. “Are you trying to get me drunk?”

  “Probably,” I said. “I was hoping to get a little kinky.”

  Laughing, she said, “Well I guess that’s a good reason.”

  We got our shot, and then ordered another round. Now, it was obvious that we were there together. As we drank, my wife would put her arm around me, or give me a little kiss. Things married couples do when they are together at a bar. So I was a little surprised when the drinks came, and my wife’s admirer said, “Let me buy that for you.”

  Instinctively, I said, “Excuse me?”

  “For both of you,” he said. “Can I buy that round?”

  My wife turned around and smiled. “Of course you can!”

  “I’m Tom,” he said, holding out his hand. I shook it, and then Dianne as well.

  “Nice to meet you Tom,” she said. “Do you try to get your wife drunk?”

  “I’m not married,” he said.

  “Oh, too bad,” she said. “My husband wanted to get kinky.”

  Tom’s smile was a mile wide. My wife obviously noticed, because she added quickly, “I think I’m getting drunk enough to forget myself.”

  We all laughed, and over the course of the next hour got to know one another better. As we talked, Tom’s eyes were constantly on Dianne’s cleavage. The more I drank, the more I wondered if he was getting hard thinking about her. But, I just couldn’t figure out how to make something happen. Should I just ask him outright? Would Dianne go for it? I had no idea what I was doing.

  Then, before I could gather my courage, Tom said he had to get up for a convention the next day.

  “I’m staying here though,” he said, and gave us his room number. “Let’s get together for dinner tomorrow? I could use the company.”

  Dianne and I went back to our room, and I practically tore her clothes off.

  “Did you like Tom?” I asked as I pulled up her shirt.

  She threw off her pumps, and unbuttoned her jeans. “Sure, why?”

  I kissed her, putting my tongue in her mouth.

  She took off her jeans, revealing to me that she hadn’t been wearing any panties. Then she unclasped her bra. Her tits are a full C cup, and they looked so inviting as she let them free. She moved back on the bed. “You are up for it tonight,” she said, giving me an evil smile. “But you didn’t answer my question.”

  “What question?” I said, as I stumbled to pull my own jeans off.

  “Why did you ask me about Tom?”

  “Just wondering,” I said.

  She moved to the edge of the bed, and pulled down my underwear.

  “You are so hard baby,” she said as she started stroking my cock with her hand.

  “You want to fuck me, or you want me to suck your cock?” she asked.

  I wanted to do both, but before I could answer, she took my throbbing cock into her mouth. Dianne has always been really good at sucking cock, she took me deep into her wet mouth, then pulled back and licked up and down my shaft, then took me into her mouth and back into her throat.

  It felt unbelievable, and my sensation was heightened wh
en I started thinking of her sucking the cock of Tom, the guy from the bar. I just couldn’t get it out of my head.

  She pulled back again, licked her lips, and said, “You want to cum in my mouth baby?”

  “Oh yeah,” I said.

  “Fuck my mouth then baby,” she said, then took my throbbing cock into her mouth again. She grabbed my ass to push me into her as she moved quicker and quicker. Her head was bobbing, and the slurping sound was turning me on so much, I grabbed the back of her hair. We get kinky, but rarely do I grab her head like that night. I just couldn’t help it as I thought of her sucking another man’s cock instead of mine. I wanted to watch her do it so badly.

  I pushed her onto my cock, and suddenly I was exploding in her throat. I could tell that she was almost fighting for some air towards the end, but I just managed to finish and I released her hair, then stumbled backward. It was faster than I would have liked, but damn it was hot. She swallowed every bit of my load, and as I stepped back she wiped her lips and smiled.

  “Baby,” she said. “You’ve never gotten that intense!”

  “Sorry,” I said.

  “No, I want to please you,” she said. “I’m just glad I could get some air! What made you cum so hard?”

  I didn’t know what to say, so I just took a gamble (sorry for the cliché), and told her.

  “I kept thinking about that guy we met, Tom,” I said.

  “You were thinking about a man?” she said, her eyes a little wider.

  I laughed. “No, not like that. I was thinking about you sucking him. I mean, instead of me.”

  I thought she would tell me I was crazy, or the idea was crazy, but instead she said, “Would that turn you on?”

  I hesitated, then said, “Well, yes.”

  “You want to watch me suck another man’s cock?”

  “If I can be in the room and watch, I think it would be very hot,” I said.

  She reached down between her legs, and told me to tell her about it. For the next fifteen minutes I sat there, talking dirty to her about what she might have done if Tom had come upstairs with us. She had a huge orgasm, arching her back and moaning as I lay next to her, squeezing, sucking, and caressing her tits.

  We fell asleep, and I thought a kinky fantasy was all that would come of the entire thing. Until the next night that is.

  We slept in, found a buffet, then decided to go to the pool for a while. The weather was beautiful, and of course I thought my wife looked damn hot in her bikini. Of course, in Vegas, the waiters come right up to the pool and offer you drinks, so we started drinking.

  By dinner time, we were more than a little buzzed, and that is an understatement!

  We headed back for our room, and on the way Dianne started getting a little crazy in the hallway. She was walking in front of me, turned around, and pulled the left side of her bikini, exposing her nipple to me. There was no one else there, but it made me hard anyway.

  “You like me being dirty,” she slurred, turning back around. We got to the elevator, and as we stepped inside she said, “Dirty like your little whore.”

  I have to tell you, Dianne has never talked like this in public. I had to cover my bathing suit with my towel I was so rock hard. “You’re getting a little out of control,” I said.

  She reached under the towel, and rubbed my throbbing cock. “You seem to like it,” she said. “Want to fuck me in the elevator?”

  Her words were slurred, but I understood what she meant. I don’t know if it was the fact that she was so drunk, or if I just decided to go for it. “How about we go to the fifth floor instead?”

  I hit the number ‘5’ on the controls.

  “We on the seven floor,” she managed to say. As the elevator lurched upward, I had to stabilize her from falling over. I was drunk too, but she was obviously much more gone than I was.

  “But Tom’s in room 504,” I said.

  She pushed her cleavage together, and said, “Ooohhh, I see what you want. You want him to see these.”

  “More than that,” I said, laughing.

  “I’m your dirty whore I guess,” she said. “I have to be a slut for you.” She rubbed my cock again.

  The elevator bell rang, and the doors opened at the fifth floor. I put my hand in front of the door to make sure it didn’t close, then grabbed Dianne by the arm before she could step off.

  “I know we’re drunk,” I said. “But it’s ok with me if we just go to our room and fantasize about this. You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to.”

  She kissed me. “What makes you think I don’t want to?”

  “Well, you’re drunk. You might regret this tomorrow.”

  “You might regret this tomorrow,” she said. “But maybe I got drunk to get up a little nerve.”

  I smiled. “Seriously?”

  “Do you want to watch a stranger fuck me or not?” she asked.

  The next thing I knew, we were knocking on Tom’s door. He answered the door, wearing just slacks and no shirt, his hair wet.

  “Sorry I was just getting dressed,” he said. “I guess you were at the pool?”

  Before he could say anything else, Dianne had stepped inside the room, shut the door, and took off her bikini top. She stood there with her hands on her hips.

  “I’m a slut,” she said.

  “I think you’re a little drunk,” he said.

  “That too,” she laughed. “Well, do you like my tits or not?”

  Tom looked at me, and I shrugged.

  “Their gorgeous,” he said.

  “I’m a slut for the afternoon,” she said. “My husband wants me to fuck you.”

  Yes, I was rock hard. But I didn’t know what Tom would do! We flirted a lot the night before, but I didn’t know what I would even do if someone was being so forward with me.

  “Um, ok,” he said. “How do we start?”

  Dianne pushed him backwards, and he sat on the bed. She unzipped his pants, and reached inside his pants. Then she looked at me. “You ready baby?”

  I started rubbing the outside of my still damp bathing suit. “Yeah.”

  “I can feel his cock in my hand, its firm, getting harder,” she said. “You want me to take it out?”

  “Go for it honey,” I said.

  “Sit on the other bed,” she said. “I want to see how much this turns you on.”

  I sat down on the other bed, rubbing the outside of my suit with my hand. She pulled his cock out, and stroked it slowly. Tom wasn’t built to be a porn star, but he certainly wasn’t small either. His cock stood at attention almost immediately. Dianne started to move her tongue towards his cock, looked at me, then stopped.

  “If I’m doing this, then I want to see how much this turns you on,” she said. “Take out your cock.”

  I complied immediately, and started slowly rubbing myself. I could tell from Tom’s expression that he couldn’t believe this was all happening, probably exactly as he had fantasized when he was staring at another man’s blonde wife at the bar the night before.

  Dianne licked up and down his shaft, and I could see it pulsing, the veins running through it throbbing. She kept licking him, and then unsnapped his pants as well. She pulled off his pants, and then his boxers, an pushed them out of the way. Her eyes looked my way again, and I kept rubbing my cock to show her how excited I was.

  Then, almost like I didn’t expect it to really happen, her lips were wrapped around his cock, and her mouth engulfed his manhood. He leaned back, put his hands on his head, and smiled. “Wow,” he said.

  My cock was throbbing in my hand. “Wow,” I said.

  There, in front of me, my wife was sucking another man’s cock. She didn’t hold back, either.

  She caressed his balls with her left hand, and stroked him with her right as she went up and down on his shaft. I knew her technique very well, so I knew she was sliding her tongue back and forth along the skin of his dick as she suck him.

  “Oh my God,” he said. “I’m going to explode
soon.”

  She stopped sucking him, and pulled back. “Not yet,” she said.

  His eyes were wide, and he smiled. “I couldn’t take much more, so I thought I would warn you.”

  “I have to be a good slut for my husband,” she said. “But I want you to enjoy me as long as possible, because after this, we won’t see you again, okay?”

  “Whatever you say!” Tom said.

  “Rest a minute,” she said, and she got up and went over to a mini fridge on the other side of the room.

  “Booze,” she said. “My buzz is wearing off!”

  I wanted to ask her if that was a good idea, but I didn’t have the nerve to ruin things. She took out two small bottles of vodka, closed the fridge door, and then slid off her bikini bottoms in front of us.

  “Wow,” Tom said.

  I kept stroking my cock.

  Dianne unscrewed the little tops off the bottles with a little bit of effort, then drank each one like taking a shot. She then kneeled in front of me, and started sucking my cock as Tom watched. As her head bobbed up and down, she paused for a moment, and said, “You like?” Then she continued to suck me, paused again, “Am I a good slut for you?”

  She knew I would come fast, which is why she stopped, and made her way back over to where Tom lay on the bed. He had been gently stroking as he watched her.

  She leaned over, and sucked him. It was so hot watching her blonde hair moving up and down on this cock. She stopped and said, “Just wanted to get you wet.”

  She rubbed her clit, and spread her lips with her fingers, and swung her legs over the top of him. I moved a little so I could actually see him enter her. She was straddling him, and reaching between her legs to guide his cock inside. She paused a moment, and smiled at me. She knew I was trying to see the actual event.

  Her hands guided the head of his cock to her clit, and I took in a deep breath, grasping my own cock. I watched as she lowered her cunt onto him, and I felt my own cock throb uncontrollably in my hand. She sat down on him, lower and lower, until her cunt took him all the way inside.

  “Oh yes,” Tom said. “It feels so good inside you.”

  Dianne threw her blonde hair back and moaned, then started rotating her hips in a circular motion on top of him. She moved slowly, deliberately, then starting caressing her own breasts. She squeezed her nipples, and then leaned forward, putting her hands on his chest.