Strip poker at the office and other stories: Short explicit sex stories

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It was after nine when David and Lin had cleared the table after dinner and loaded the dishwasher. Meanwhile, Stephanie had taken the chocolate mousse out of the refrigerator and whipped some cream to serve with it. Michael was pouring everyone a glass of the whiskey he had bought when the doorbell rang. You can just see your posh little wife peeling her clothes off in front of Peter here can't you. I don't think so my darling - this body's for your eyes only when we're alone. It's not for friends, however close and trustworthy they may be'. Let's have dessert first, before the whipped cream collapses in the heat that radiates from Ashley's outfit," Stephanie said, coming from the kitchen with a tray of chocolate mousse, and noticing the sexy blue dress. "For heaven's sake, Ashley, what kind of "work thing" requires you to dress like this?"

You're on.' Peter said enthusiastically reaching to undo his shoe-laces. 'How many things have you got Caroline?' Far from withdrawing from the idea, I desperately wanted my gorgeous little wife to lose, so that she would end up at least partially naked in front of Peter and he would at last be able to visually feast on the body I knew he'd been lusting after since he'd first met her.

Sorry, Steph. The training schedule has been crazy lately, and between that and work, I don't get out much anymore." I think you have an overly romantic view of what life is like for 'normal' people in college," Michael said, returning from the kitchen with an extra glass. "I haven't done anything crazier than what you've done: sitting in the bar and having a drink. Although admittedly I could stay up past seven," he chortled.

Maggie was a high jumper at the City Athletics Club, and had been one of only five people, and the only girl, to come in on the day of a transportation strike. When it rains, it pours, it turned out, as the boiler for the women's showers had given up over the weekend. Maggie wasn't a shy girl, and had decided to just shower with the guys. I won the first hand and commanded Lisa to play the rest of the game with her legs spread wide open so that everyone could get a good look at her pussy. I was surprised that Bill and Bob could concentrate on the game at this point because their eyes were fixated on Lisa’s Pussy, which was already glistening with her wetness.

We decided to invite the girls over one night, and introduce them to some tying. This was in the spring-term of our first year at University. John and I had met the two girls at the cafeteria several times, and at the fraternity-pub at evenings also. They seemed to enjoy our company, and we were careful not to flirt too much. John’s reputation was well-known, and I suppose I was considered a rather shy, but likable guy. John’s propositions for likely candidates were two girls he knew, named Anna and Christine. At a party at one of the University Fraternities, he had seen these two girls being tied to chairs during some game, and they seemed to have liked it. Now however, and in full sight of Peter, her speech and actions indicated she might be going along with the fantasy. I could hardly fail to notice the outline of her nipples beginning to harden - despite the 'bra, shirt and thin jumper which covered them; and notwithstanding her protestations, it was obvious she was becoming very excited. One thing led to another and John and I discovered that we both liked to tie girls up. After discussing this for a while we both admitted that we liked being tied up ourselves as well, but preferably by a girl. John told me that he had tied some of his girlfriends up, but none of them had liked it very much. We decided to make a plan so that we would find some girls that would go along with this. Alright boys, that's enough." Said Allie, trying to snap the two out of it. "We need to actually finish the game at some point."

Well, you've already seen most of my bottom half anyway." Said Allie, as she slipped off her thong, showing off her shaved pussy to her friends. The instant response had come from Peter and he was obviously feeling the effects of what we'd been drinking, because further words came tumbling from his mouth like floodwaters from a burst dam.I could hardly believe this was happening. A surge of adrenalin coursed through my body. "Damn," I thought to myself, "now it's a sex party!" Obviously full of inebriated hope, Peter offered more and more suggestive remarks, eventually making it quite plain how much he'd like to see proof of my descriptions; and had it not been for my wife firmly putting her foot down (albeit with a smiling and somewhat flushed face), I think I might have happily shown Peter some of the photos we had upstairs. I had talked about group sex fantasies with Marisa many times, but she never seemed inclined to have those kinds of thoughts herself. I knew from Marisa that Anne had had experiences with other women in the past and was sort of bi. I also remembered Marisa telling me that Dave had made a pass at her once years ago, before he married Anne (Marisa had turned him down), and that Anne had told her that Dave had a really big penis. Maybe that had something to do with her willingness to play?