Tanning Becky

An interesting sexy story by Trip!



Don’t ask me how, but my wife allowed me to invite Miss Becky to our house for a week. She’d found my blog and despite the anger and disappointment, she wanted to meet the woman I’d been conversing with. She told her, “I want to look you in the eyes so I can understand what it is about you that turns him on so much.”

Two days later, Miss Becky was at the airport, asking to be picked up. Since I’m the only one that drives in the city, I was elected to pick her up, with my wife riding shotgun. We arrived about half an hour after Miss Becky’s plane landed and she already had her single suitcase since she hadn’t planned on wearing much clothing.

My wife saw her first and I heard her say under her breath, “She’s pretty.” I looked in the direction my wife…

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Fiction Trip’s wife looks at Miss Becky and sees why Trip went to such pains to hide their affair. Miss Becky has those eyes, the ones that make a man want to do anything to gain their favor. She a…

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I enjoyed this story by Trip. It was written with thought and alot of sexiness and emotion. Very wonderful!

Time Out | tripx713

Fiction I’m sitting here trying hard not to daydream because I have so much work to do with a definite due date, but this one scene keeps replaying in my mind’s eye. My wife wearing a large, horse …

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what a sexy daydream Trip has! Imagination! I dont think I have quite an imagination like his! 🙂


He let her set the pace. The roll of her hips had her rocking up and down the length of his cock. Her clit grinding against his pelvis as her breath exploded between her lips in little soft moans.

She was so wet. Hot. No doubt turned on by the fact that anyone could walk into his office and see them on his desk. He groaned as her muscles squeezed him, milking the length of his cock as she slid up then back down. She was so tight. Perfect.

The strands of her hair clung to her cheeks, her eyes heavy lidded with her lust. Her kiss swollen lips were parted, a mere breath from his. His fingers smoothed her damp hair from her face, twisting into the tendrils.

”Remember if you are louder than a whisper,” he teased warningly “I will stop. You won’t cum”

Her lips kicked up at the corner “No, you won’t cum. I will climb off you right now and end this ride” she shot back.

She had him right by his cock. He groaned as she squeezed him again making him throb inside her. “You’re so cute when you try to play your little dom games” she purred “but let’s face it. I’m always in control” she kissed him slowly easing the roll of her hips.

A surge of something akin to anger  went through him. It was true she did have control issues. But her control ended in the bedroom. He was exacting. Deliberate with her pleasure. He derived a certain kind of satisfaction knowing that she trusted him enough with releasing her control over to him. Even a greater primitive triumph when she would cum calling his name.

He had been too lax with her.

His mouth still on hers, on hand in her hair the other gripped her hip, and changed the tempo of their lovemaking.

Her eyes went wide. Her startled gasp swallowed by his mouth, she flung her arms around him as her face buried in his throat.

The straps of her lace bralet fell off her shoulders, her full breasts bounced with every upward hard thrust of his hips.

He felt her pussy walls clenching around him, her juice dripping down his cock to his balls. Staining his Armani trousers. Fuck! She was driving him to the brink. His cock was throbbing, as he pounded deep inside her.

her nails dug into his skin. “Please” She croaked.

he smiled “you can cum any time you want,” her head lifted in confusion. He stroked her cheek. “If you remember you are not in control here. I am”

she made a small sound. “Fuck you”

he laughed. “You are fucking me”

she gasped, as his hips stopped moving. His cock still buried deep inside her. Throbbing hot and thick. “I will give you this. My cock or leave you with nothing. Just let me be here for you”

Her eyes were wide, her body trembling with unreleased pleasure and emotions. “Make me cum” her tone was imperilious.

he clicked his tongue. He started to hoist her off him.

”wait! What are you doing!” She gasped. “You can’t be serious!” The wide dome of his cock was teasing her opening.

He let her dangle above his cock, waiting patiently for her to say the words.

”please. Don’t.” She pleaded. “I’m sorry.”

he didn’t move.

“I feel vulnerable when you take control” she whispered, “but the truth is I’ve never felt more safe than I’m with you”

He kissed her, slowly lowering her down. The slow thrust drove him deep. Her pussy muscles rippled around him, as her orgasm slammed through her. Her cries muffled into his throat.

He groaned as his own orgasm seized him. His cum shooting deep inside her. He fell back onto his desk dragging her with him. “Hmm this was supposed to be a quickie” she teased.

”give me a break,” he grunted “I’m not a young man anymore”

”You are perfect!” She kissed him.

He chuckled “thank you.”


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I rapped on her door with urgency. She opened it after a minute barrage, “Yes…?”

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Oh that Trip! So mischievous! What a great sexy story! How does he keep doing it?!

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All this fun because Becky asked us if we wanted to Swap Partners.

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Trip wrote another sexy story! How does he do it! My goodness! Very sexy very hot! I enjoyed reading this one very much!


I had forgotten to write down a sexy dream I had this morning. It was at 3am. I was too sleepy.

I was reminded of it at lunch when a picture of strawberries gracing a woman’s pussy popped up. On all things? A food search!

The picture was black and white, showing a few berries framing a woman’s clean shaven pussy. One strawberry perched between her pussy lips, lifting her clit.

(I would post it, but its someone’s photography. I dont want to reblog it in case of copyright.)

The photo reminded me of my dream because of the way her clit was presented.

I was a chaperone at a prom. ( I never had a prom. Sadness) and the dresses were amazing. So beautiful.

One young lady had been eying me for quite a while. I dont know why. She was in a beautiful yellow dress. Her skin golden, her hair brown with highlights in an elaborate braid. She was with her date. She won Homecoming Queen. That is when she finally got enough courage to approach me.

“I read your blog,” she announced.

Well my face reddened. I dont know why I always get so embarrassed when people mention they read it. I just do!


There was an awkward silence. I take a drink of my punch. “And what about it.”

“and” she fixed me with a confident stare, her shoulders square. “As Homecoming Queen I declare that you get on your knees and eat my pussy until I come!”

My drink sprayed everywhere. I was so surprised. Surprised, turned on and wary. “Excuse me! That is not very funny. Have you been drinking?”

Her eyes narrowed. “Do you see me laughing?” she asked. “anytime anywhere. My pussy is to be serviced by your mouth tongue your fingers.”

My shocked expression must have been humorous. “Dont you want this pussy,” she purred. she lifted the hem and revealed her white stockings, white garters. She wore no panties.  Framing her neatly trimmed pussy. “All I kept thinking about was how you are going to get me to cum.”

“What did you do about it?”

“I played with myself,” she murmured. “I finger fucked myself.” she cocked her head to the side, and her seductive pose made me wetter. “Dont you want to touch me? To see how wet I am?”

I bit my lip. I glanced around to see if anyone was watching us. No one was. They were so involved with dancing, celebrating their senior year. Slowly, I glided my hand up between her thighs. Her skin was so soft. So warm.

“Ooh yes, just like that.” she purred when I eased her pussy lips open. she was indeed wet. My finger circled the tiny opening of her pussy. She whimpered.
“Are you a virgin?” I asked.

She shook her head.

I eased a middle finger inside her. Wiggling it deep. She grunted. Biting her lip she watched as I withdrew my finger then slid another finger in. Two fingers deep, the heel of my palm was resting on her clit. Her breath was choppy. her eyes heavylidded.

“Hmm, interesting.” I murmured. “What about your boyfriend?”

“Him? He is not really my boyfriend.” she dismissed her date, “He is a boy. He can barely make me cum with his dick let alone his tongue.”

I laughed at her derisive tone. Teenagers. They think they know everything. “Well, thats the best thing about relationships. You learn about each other. What makes you happy, brings you pleasure.”

She crossed her arms over her chest. “No, forget about him.” she snapped. “He is of no concern of yours.”

Of course.

She was soaking my fingers with her juice, as I slid them back and forth inside her, pumping them slow and even rhythm.  “You are so wet,” I breathed. Her muscles clenching. “Yes squeeze my fingers just like that!”

“Ohhh” she whimpered.

“I am to service you. Anytime. Anywhere.” the idea excited me. “You couldn’t say no. If I

wanted you. You have to spread your legs. Anytime.”

“Yes! Yes! I want you to fuck me anywhere!” she pleaded.

I clucked my tongue. “Think of what that means. You could be at home. In the middle of dinner, I will ring the doorbell. You will be expected to get on that table and spread yourself. You are to offer yourself like you’re my meal.”

There was a slight frisson of fear in her eyes. Her body tensed. Her juice flowing from her pussy, over my fingers.  Perhaps I was taking it too far. The idea was exciting, having her in front of her family.

“I don’t know…” she licked her lips.

“You wanted this.” I reminded her.

“I read your blog,” she bit her lip and stared up at me pensively “I knew this is what I wanted. You want someone to be at your beck and call.  I want to be your slut. I want to show you that I can be your slut, to show others that I am your slut.

I didn’t exactly like how she called herself my slut but it was so enticing…

“Let me be your slut. Take me right here.”It was as if her words were emboldening her. She whimpered, throwing her arms around me and burying her face in my neck.  I hooked my fingers deep inside her, thumbing her clit. I wasnt gentle as I finger fucked her. She worked her hips back and forth. She screeched, her body shaking and convulsing with her first orgasm of the night. her hair whipped from side to side as she rode it out. She took my hand and led me to an empty table. She hiked her dress up over her waist and climbed up on the table. When she was settled, with her knees bent and spread. Resting back on her elbows, her face was flushed with the heat of desire, her breasts heaving, her eyes on me.

“Get over here and clean my pussy up!” she ordered. I obeyed. I thumbed her pussy lips apart, and slowly traced the length of her pussy. Savoring the taste of her. The tip of my tongue flicking her clit.

That is when I woke up!!!!


Comforting Becky Again

A wonderful sexy story! I certainly enjoyed reading before bed! Whew! Hot!



I felt her side of the bed shifting as I lay there trying to fall asleep after a night of intense sexual pleasure. It was a full three months after the last time and I’d missed her dreadfully. I found her key to the apartment right where she said it would be and let myself in. I was in the shower when she arrived home and she joined me. I love soapy wet bodies and hers was a familiar treat. Our passion reignited in those first few minutes as we embraced intimately; then I heard a female voice outside the door, “Come on you two; I need to take one as well.”

My eyes bugged out, “Who’s that Becky?”

She kissed my lips, “Just a girl with a fine ass to join us for a couple of days.”

“You think of everything Miss Becky.”

“Well, maybe not everything, but…

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“It’s going to be ok baby; it was just a bad dream.”

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A sexy-sweet way to be comforted after a nightmare! A story written by Trip!


I could feel his body sliding atop of mine. The rough texture of his jeans against my bare skin felt delicious as he sank between my thighs. I could feel the  hard length of his cock through his jeans, hot throbbing. I sucked in a deep breath, my heart raced with anticipation, my body seared with the heat and of weight of his pressing me down.

I smoothed my hands over his chest, spreading his shirt open. His skin was hot. My finger nails razing through the curls of chest hair that tapered down his abdomen. His muscles flexed in response.  He hissed.

his hand caught mine, yanking them up over my head. The other gripped my chin forcing me to meet his gaze. The icy blue were mesmerizing, piercing as if he could see the depths of my soul.

“You brought me to your bed,” He chided, “I didn’t come here to sleep. Or to cuddle you.”

A shiver went through me. “Yes” I whispered.

The fingers on my chin eased, slowly sliding up to tangle in my hair. I inhaled sharply. His mouth brushed mine, whispering over my lips, teasing me. I whimpered. More. His breath scored over my ear.

“Oh baby” he whispered “those little girl daydreams about love end now. I’m not your Prince Charming, I’m the Big Bad Wolf. Once you are in my bed, you are mine.” He nipped my ear. “Those little fantasies you write about? Forget about sharing them. I don’t share what’s mine.”