The hotel my boyfriend and I booked for the weekend had huge windows that took up the entire outside wall of each room. When the curtains were open, we could look out on the beautiful park below—and the people in the park could look up into our room. During the day it was nice to see the scenery, but at night, as it got closer to the park’s closing time, Kyle and I became the scenery, which was even better.

Kyle is always looking for new places that allow us to show off, and when he heard about this hotel on one of our favorite travel shows, he immediately booked a room—even though we live less than a mile away. Normally I would have griped about spending so frivolously, but when he showed me an online video clip from the travel show describing the hotel, I couldn’t possibly turn down the chance to stay there. With such gorgeous rooms and the opportunity to play around in full view of so many people, it was worth the expense.

We checked in on Friday night after work and got a feel for the place. The accommodations were definitely worth their five-star rating, and we had a fantastic view of the park, as promised. By the same token, it seemed the park-goers had an equally good view of our room. After dinner, we even took a walk through the park and found our window. We’d left the lights on and hung my green jacket over the back of a chair so we’d be able to easily pick out our window, and when we reached our side of the building, we stopped and looked up. It wasn’t hard to find our room.
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When I started dating two guys at once, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to keep track of the plans I had with each of them. It didn’t help that they had similar builds and names, either. James and Jason were both charming and handsome, but neither of them was very exciting on their own. Don’t get me wrong, they were both a lot of fun and good in bed, but neither made me feel the kind of passion I desired. If one-on-one they weren’t giving me what I wanted, though, I had an idea that I hoped would give it to me.

I pitched my idea to Jason first, knowing he’d be much harder to convince than James. It didn’t take much convincing. As soon as I said “threesome,” he was champing at the bit. I was sure when I pointed out that I wanted to have another man join us, and not a woman, he would change his tune, but I was wrong about that as well. He seemed just as enthusiastic either way. All I needed was to get James on board and we’d be ready.

It took almost no time to get James to agree. He asked right away if I wanted to have another man or woman join us, but he didn’t seem to care either way. As soon as I’d given him all the details, he was ready to go.
“When do we do this?” he asked.
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Last summer, my neighbors took a three-month European vacation and had a local college student house­sit for them. I was introduced to the young man, Sammie, so I would know who was living next door. Sammie is nineteen and not at all a jock. He’s short and slender for a man, with long jet-black hair. I found him sexy, if not a little feminine-looking.

Two weeks after Sammie moved into the neighboring home, I looked out my upstairs window and saw a young woman sitting in the neighbor’s backyard patio. I had not realized Sammie had a friend staying over. I went down and peered over the fence to introduce myself. Well, it wasn’t a young woman. That lovely lady was actually Sammie decked out in a summer dress, heels, stockings and full makeup. With his beautiful head of hair, Sammie looked great. He turned several shades of red and stammered and stuttered, but he realized making a break for it wouldn’t change a thing. I opened the gate between our yards and sat down with him. Sammie blurted out that he liked to wear women’s clothing and often did when he was alone. He was certainly the most feminine cross-dresser I had ever seen.

I told him he looked absolutely ravishing. I had him stand up and spin around, to model his outfit for me. Sammie was wearing a white and blue floral dress with cap sleeves, along with three-inch white heels. The dress’s hem hit mid-thigh, showcasing his fabulous legs. His silky thigh-high stockings glistened in the sunlight. He was beautiful.
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One of the best sexual experiences I ever had with my girlfriend, Judy, was in a crowded clothing store at Christmastime. I surprised her by showing up at the mall during her shift, and then asked if she had a certain item in the back, so that the other salesclerks would think that I was a customer. Following her into the storeroom, I grabbed her hips from behind and pulled her back against my crotch. I nuzzled her neck with soft kisses while caressing her ass with my erection. My hands were tight around her waist, and she laid her head back on my shoulder.

Slowly, I brought my hands to the front of her body to caress her breasts through her shirt while my hard cock continued to rub against her skirted ass. When she turned her head, our lips met and our kiss quickly intensified; I slipped my tongue into her mouth.

Moaning, Judy started kissing me back more desperately, her tongue tangling with mine, an obvious sign of her desire for more. She reached back and squeezed my asscheeks as I slipped my hands under her blouse to remove it and caress her breasts. Finding the clasp of her bra, I flicked it open and let loose those wonderful orbs of flesh. I stroked her nipples to drive her even crazier, and teased her by pulling on them gently.
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It was unexpected to find out that Jill loved being spanked. It had all started in good fun. She’d bought a dress; I was horny. I told her she was a bad girl for spending so much money, and since I wanted to fuck her anyway, I told her to lay herself out on the bed, naked, and I’d be in to deal with her. She played along, giving me a wink and sauntering off to the bedroom.

I don’t think either of us anticipated the power of me seeing her spread out like that: facedown, belly flat to the mattress, ass ripe for a spanking. She looked like a work of art, and my hand instantly itched to touch her skin. I skated my palm over the plump hill of her ass and down to the firm valley of the back of her thigh.

“I deserve to be punished,” she said, acting her part. I’m not sure if she knew what she was doing to me. My tongue felt too big, and my cock followed suit. I unzipped my jeans and pushed them down, getting naked fast to accommodate my body’s urges.
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The flight to Vegas was nearly six hours long, and after an excruciating day at work, spending that much time on a plane was the last thing I wanted to do. But I knew once I arrived it would all be worth it. Allison’s bachelorette weekend was sure to be a wild one, and I doubted I’d remember my Thursday-night exhaustion by the time Friday night rolled around.

By late Friday morning all the other girls had arrived, and the real party could begin. I’d managed to sneak in a few hours of sleep the night before, and I was ready to go. Throughout the day there was drinking and gambling, and by dinnertime we were in a theater, watching a troupe of hunky, muscled men dance around half-naked. The dancers were arousing, but not nearly as much as the other women I was with, all of whom were out of their seats and excitedly shaking their asses in time with the men onstage.

While all other eyes were on the show at the front of the room, mine were glued to the figures of the women dancing next to me. It was impossible to tear my eyes away from their generous curves, long limbs and smooth moves. I’ve always been attracted to women, but I’d never felt anything as strong as I felt that night. I was lusting after my girlfriends in a way I never had before.
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