So I have been sniffing my wife’s panties for a long time now and so one day I find a pair I had never seen before and as I was smelling them they were sweeter and thicker and I was in awe over how much she was leaking so I tasted it and it sent me over the edge I had to rub one out right then and there it was the fattiest load I have ever in my life so needless to say I slept good I get woken up this morning by someone coming into my house and who is it with a laundry basket my mother in law that live down the road from us and come to find out that they were her panties I was sniffing and licking and omg she has been on a kick to loose weight and she has loads of it and her body looks so good she doesn’t have k size cups like my wife but DD is just as good and her ass is so huge it was driving me crazy so this time I think I will cum in them and leave them for her to find she has been washing our cloths for years and had told me one time you cum a lot because I will masturbate about 3-9times a day and she knows because them socks and shirts are stiffer then a petrified tree

It was one of those shit days at the office. The incompetence of management was setting in, you know the type of incompetence; last minute shit that could have been planned weeks if not months ago.
My office is on the ground level, the windows are tinted with reflective glass so I can see everyone walking on the sidewalk or whoever is coming into the building. I noticed a minivan pull up and this woman start fumbling through her purse. She was pretty. Low cut top, cleavage, Hispanic. Her hair was in a ponytail but still was long enough to reach the middle of her back. She was thin but had a little tummy, most likely from having a kid. Eventually she got out of her vehicle and headed toward my office. Her tits giggling, damn – she wasn’t wearing a bra at all. Sweet! I wanted to take her picture but she made it to the door really quick. Now, I work on the first floor so people always make mistakes and open the door to my office. She did too. The door opened.
“Hi, I’m here to pay my husband’s dues,” she said with a very sweet voice. She dropped her keys on the floor and bent over to pick them up. When she came back up one of her beautiful breasts was exposed. My mouth was on the fucking floor, my eyes locked on the glorious tit that was right in front of me.
I reflect back on it now and it was one of those “slow motion” moments that you will never forget.
“Um, ma’am,” I said and looked down, now thinking, “oh fuck I could lose my job.”
“Oh my god!” she exclaimed, “I’m so sorry!” I looked up and she was covering it back up. Her face was red and I am sure mine was too.
I looked directly into her eyes, our eyes were locked. Now, I don’t know if you’ve ever had that feeling – where you know for a fact that you could ‘hit that,’ but I had that feeling. Maybe it was just an instant crush – but it was like we were looking into each other’s souls. Weird, I know. We just fucking met but my pheromones were all like, “oh hell yeah bro, she’s into you – you can hit that pussy.”
Her face turned even redder.
“Due payments are upstairs,” I said still blushing, still looking her right in the eyes. My eyes wandered to her full red painted lips, her chin, her neckline… her breasts – and quickly back up to her eyes again. She noticed.
“Hey, thank you. I’m sorry about… well you know…” she said with a shy smile, she was inviting me into a conversation about her tits. I obliged.
“I don’t need any sexual harassment suits going on here, but you have absolutely nothing to be sorry or ashamed about,” I said with a smile.
“Thanks,” she murmured and turned around to open the door. That ass. Damn. I was erect as hell, sitting behind my desk watching this goddess walk out of my office.
I heard her climb the stairs; she was up there for quite a long time. I was getting a little nervous. That is all I needed was this woman telling my bosses that I was looking at her tits. Eventually she came back down but I didn’t hear the front door open and I didn’t see her leave. She was standing outside my office, right by the door. For what seemed (to me) an eternity she stood there. I heard her keys giggling in her hands, her shoes shuffling on the floor and finally a light knock on my door.
“It’s open,” I called.
She opened the door and didn’t want to look at me for some reason, her eyes focused on the ground, or when she looked up, she looked past me – she didn’t want to make eye contact. My heart was racing like crazy.

Now, I’m all alone on the first floor of this building. The only cameras are upstairs and there are only 3 other people working here usually.
I didn’t know what to say to her, awkward silence. I have to keep this professional.
“What can I help you with?”
“You’re going to think I’m crazy,” she said and started to turn around to leave.
“No, what is it?”
“Did you feel that connection we had?” She asked, now she was looking into my eyes again. Fuck. She’s married, I’m married. I have permission to have fun. She most likely does not.
“Absolutely, I did,” I told her.
“What time do you get out of work?”
“In about two hours, but I could take off early. What do you have in mind?”
“My husband is working out of state which is why I had to come in and pay his dues… “
HOLY FUCK.
No fucking way this is happening to me, this never ever fucking has happened to me in my entire existence. This is bullshit; this is a fucking setup (that is what I was thinking).
“Let’s go out for coffee, let me call up stairs,” So I did.
I followed her to a Dunken Donuts (yeah, weak coffee but she likes it). We chatted there for about three hours. Her sister was babysitting her kids, so she was free to do whatever she wanted until about 6pm. I laughed because I told her that my wife gets off work at 6pm but I could call her and tell her what was up.
She seemed shocked.
“Your wife lets you fuck around?”
So I told her about my wife, and that my wife had a girlfriend and that we sometimes go out and have fun on our own but that we’re both safe and secure in our sexuality and we’re both the primary focus and everyone else is secondary.
Information began to flow freely from her sexy lips. Turns out before she was married she had threesomes and even foursomes with women, she’s been in orgies. My mouth was on the floor. She even said, “I’ve been with 37 guys, you’ll be 38.”
I don’t believe in slut shaming, not one bit. If a woman wants to fuck, good for her – just means more men will get some pussy in their life. Hell, even in my open marriage I can only count that I’ve been with about 15 ladies. This woman was way ahead of me with notches on her belt lol.
Turns out she hates her husband, but being a Hispanic Catholic she didn’t want to disrupt her family life. He’s an abusive alcoholic. She’s one of those women who’s been hurt, bruised, hit, punched – calls the cops but doesn’t press charges.
“How old are you?” I asked her.
“29, and you?”
“44…”
“Looks like I got myself a daddy.”
Instant erection.
We decided to get a cheap ass hotel, $50 special and have fun for a few hours before we needed to get back to the real world.
We made out; my hand groped her sexy tits which turned out to be lactating. I licked and sucked on them, drank her milk, fingered her pussy. The foreplay was going on what seemed like forever.
“Fuck me,” she moaned.
I did. I mounted her and slid inside her hot warm pussy. It wasn’t super tight, but it was just right. I squeezed her tits as I pounded her, driblets of milk giggled on her tits with each thrust. Her hips swiveled with an erotic dance as we fucked. This was fucking beautiful.
“Let me ride you,” she moaned.
She hopped on me, I grabbed her tits and sucked on them. She bucked, swiveled and rode me like a pro. After 15 minutes, she was screaming and convulsing – her eyes rolling back. She went limp. WTF.
I freaked out. I checked her pulse, she was okay – she was still breathing. I moved her off me and put her head on a pillow, grabbed a pillow and elevated her legs. Shit. What do I do call 911??
I was up and about wondering what to do when I heard her moan. I was still naked.
“Are you okay?” I asked, “What happened??”
Her eyes slowly opened, “I pass out when I cum,” she whispered, “my body feels all tingly.”
I kissed her lips. She mounted me again and started doing her swivel hip maneuver which looked like she was belly dancing on my cock with her pussy. It felt perfect.
“Let me cum in you,” I said.
She didn’t answer but quickened her pace, leaned over and I felt her sexy tits bouncing on my chest as she bit my lip. I squeezed her tits and milk sprayed on my chest.
My cock was getting stiffer, and stiffer – testicles getting tighter with each and every plunge inside her. I grabbed her hair and stuck my tongue deep inside her mouth and felt my cock begin to spurt deep in her. This is when it got interesting. I felt her pussy actually tighten up around my shaft, like a suction machine that was meant to extract cum. She stroked it over and over with her pussy, milking every last eruption of cum from me.
We exchanged numbers, email addresses etc. I am definitely going to hook back up with this Hispanic raven haired babe.
I picked the wife up from work, got home and she was like, “hey, can you take a shower? You smell like sex.”
I looked at her, "I gotta confess, it was pretty good too." This was the first time I've ever had to milk some tits. Wife can't produce milk, and I felt a little left out on the whole lactation / sex thing. I plan to milk this woman's tits as often as I can, and I'm planning on asking her to be my girlfriend. She's a freak, so if she lets me take pictures - I will post them. Just cross your fingers and hope I wasn't just a notch in her belt and she continues on without me. :P

Anybody have any good stories about hot encounters on a Greyhound (or other cross country type) bus? The following story is inspired by real events. I will disclose how much of this is true and what actually happened at a later date, but for now I will leave it up to your imaginations.

When I got on the bus in Albuquerque, I had already been travelling for a few days and was weary and tired. It was about midnight when we boarded and all I wanted to do was stow my carry on stuff, find a seat, and go to sleep. Since the bus was already mostly full, there would no chance of finding a row of two empty seats, so I resigned myself to just looking for an empty one on the aisle. My habit is to go to the back of the bus and I figured there would be overhead space toward the back as well, so I headed back there now. I managed to find space to put all my crap together and there was an empty aisle seat directly across from it. A lot of times people will put things in the empty seat to discourage people from sitting there, but there was nothing. And also many times larger people will 'spill' over into the empty seat (not judging but Americans r fat, lol), and this will naturally discourage you from sitting in a given seat. Neither was the case here though, and I glanced up the person in the window seat just long enough to notice that she was no older than 15 or 16, had averagely long, wavy brown hair, and most importantly that she was definitely watching me as I took the seat next to her. At first I took this as apprehension, but just as I was sitting down, her wide eyes and ever slight smile on her face, told me something else. I was way too tired to have conscientiously picked the seat just because there was a cute girl sitting there, but after a minute or two of sitting down, I thought that maybe she could have been slightly excited on her part about me sitting there. Later I would have to conclude that this was indeed the case!

Not long after settling into my seat, the lights in the bus went off and we started to back out of the parking space. Soon after that we were on the highway. I had quickly put the little flirtation or whatever out of my mind, but after ten minutes or so of relaxing in my seat in the darkness, my thoughts naturally turned back to it. Now I remembered that there had been empty seats in the row in front of and behind where the girl was sitting (we were in the second to last row on the left side of the bus). Maybe she thought I had purposely picked her row instead of the others and this was the reason for the nervousness or excitement on her part. Honestly though, even as she was pretty cute, I was just way too tired to even think about chatting or maybe flirting with her, so I focused on getting comfy in my seat and drifting off to sleep, lulled by the hum of the engine and the gentle pitching and swaying of the bus.

Probably not even an hour after falling asleep, I was awoken by slight pressure and warmness in the general area of my left thigh. Since I hadn't been dead asleep and wasn't totally out of it, I concluded it had to my seat companion and glanced over in her direction. As it's pretty much pitch darkness on the bus at night, I couldn't see all that much, but I did make out the vague outline of her legs against the relative lightness of the window. She had turned away from me with her knees curled up toward her in a semi fetal position. By my quick calculations, that meant that it had to be her butt pressing up against my leg. I just figured, though, that she was trying to get comfortable and didn't think much of it. That's not to say I minded the sensation at all! I wasn't about to move away, but I also didn't want to move more into her, so I just stayed put. After a minute or so, she started moving her butt a little more into me and then relaxing again. I really just thought she was trying to sleep and get into a more comfy position. After a few times of this, she pulled away and I thought it was the end of it. But then I heard in a whispered but clear voice, "Do you have enough room over there?" I quickly said, "Oh I'm fine, lots of room." Then I added, "Well, okay, maybe not lots of room, but enough I guess. Don't worry about me, just try to make yourself comfortable." Immediately I though, oh my god, did that sound pervy? Then she said "Yeah, I'm trying" and laughed a little. And added, "Just let me know if I'm bothering you." I said "okay" and then she turned back away from me. Her butt was again pressing up against my upper thigh and I was very happy! She made a few sighs like she finally getting comfortable and I thought okay she'll drift off to sleep and that will be the end of it. Not even five minutes went by, when I felt her pull away again, I sensed her turning around toward me and she said in the same whispered, but more confident, voice, "Do you want to spoon? It might be easier that way and might give u more room." I was at least a little shocked by this question but quickly came back with "Alright. You might be right." So now, finally, I thought something might be up with this girl! Yep, guys are dense a lot of the times, lol. I still had to be very careful though. So basically I just turned the same way she was turned, but tried to stay within my seat. We were barely touching at this point, but I wasn't about to smoosh up against her. Nothing really happened for a few minutes and I figured she got shy and thought twice about she had said before. But then she goes, "You sure u have enough room?" I try my best to feign chasteness and reply, "Oh sure. I'm good." She's still turned toward me, presumably looking at me and says, "You know, I won't bite." And even though I can't really see her face, I could hear a smile in her voice when she said that. "Well that's good to know" I say and we both laughed quietly. So I move slightly forward to where she's positioned and she proceeds to work her butt firmly against my lap and my still soft (at this point) cock. I'm still not sure about this girl at this point and I really think that she just likes to spoon and this is the end of it. Once we are in a full spoon and very much pressed up against one another, she squirms a little bit, but nothing major. Again, I just think she's trying to get comfortable and pass it off as nothing more than that. But even though she's not moving much, it's enough and directed well enough into my lap, that my cock is stiffening slowly. Now I think I'm crazy, because the stiffer my cock gets, the more she starts squirming. Fifteen or twenty minutes of this go by and I'm feeling very good and just enjoying everything when she turns around to me and whispers in a deeper voice this time, "That feels REALLY good." I can't think of anything to say really, so I just laugh nervously a little bit. Then she asks if it feels good to me too. All I can get out is "yeah" before her hand is back behind her and she's rubbing my cock over my jeans. I should mention that my Levis at this point have seen WAY to many wash cycles at that point and they're pretty threadbare, so I can feel everything! She's not only rubbing, but sort of grabbing my cock and balls too and sliding her hand up and down my shaft. As she's doing this, my right hand naturally goes to her hip and I gradually slide it up her side, under her jacket but over her shirt. I really want to return the favor she's giving my cock by rubbing her tits, but I'm a little hesitant before I jump in. And before I get there, I just come out and ask "Can I rub your tits?" She comes back with, "Oh my god, yes" in a breathy and eager whisper. I start slowly rubbing one tit then the other with just my right hand. She backs off slightly with rubbing me and really seems to like getting her tits worked over. And the more I rubbed, the harder and faster her breaths came, and the more excited this made me. Not too long after this, I whispered right in her ear, "I think I'm gonna cum." To that she says "Wait." She proceeds to turn toward me now and leans over to me and says "PUll it out." I face forward in my seat, slide down pretty low, unzip as quitely as I can and pull out my hard cock. She works her hands right to it and after a few pumps, I'm all done! She gently sucks the tip dry, gives it a few licks and I zip up.

Conclusion to follow. What do u all think so far?

I have just came back from my mother in laws. I went to repair a leaking connection on her boiler she follows me everywhere when i'm there. I opened the door to her airing cupboard and she had knickers hanging everywhere...she knew i was coming. I had to move them and my cock just got stiffer and stiffer she 68 but her body is great she ids still a fit woman. She just smiled at me when i handled them then when i was in the cupboard i caught her looking up the leg of my shorts...i didnt wear pants never do when i go round there. My cock was sticking out a mile i was layed on my back and i asked her to give me a spanner and she lent over my crutch area and brished against my stiffening hard on...I was struggling to stop myself from grabbing her and fucking her on the spot she was wearing a little summer loose fitting blouse with short sleeves, a very skimpy white bra and a flowing skirt knee length but nice fitting. I finished tightening the nut and she lent on me again this time her arm lay across my cock pressing down on it she asked did i want coffee...no i wanted her there and then never said that though....i could nearly see her nipples ......god i wanna fuck her.