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This past Saturday, there was a mysterious beeping in the kitchen. It took us like 30 minutes to find it and when we did it was the little display inside the fridge, flashing "H1". Well crap. So I know you all feel me when I say times are tight, a new fridge isn't in our budget, without having to dip into the emergency fund, and that's always a last resort.

Luckily, my husband, the awesome guy he is, knew what to do. He googled the code, read a bunch of articles and watched some videos and ordered the parts. Free shipping had them arriving yesterday.

Hubs gets home before, had a coffee and got to work. New parts in place, error code gone, just had to wait for it to cool down. Oh yeah, he changed the water filter too.

So by the time I got off work, picked up youngest daughter, took her to a after school thing and picked up dinner, it was almost 9:00 by the time I got home.

We chatted about odds and ends while he got up from his chair at the table and goes to the fridge, I hadn't asked but I knew if he didn't get it fixed, he would have said so

He opens the door, reaches in and hands me a glass of sweet tea. I could see what was almost frost on the glass. Ice cold, without ice. Thank God. Drinking down the glass, I headed for our bedroom. Stopping at the door, I turned and gave him the " well, what are you waiting for?" look.

By the time he got into the room I was already on my knees , top and bra off, gently rubbing the bra marks off my big tits. The cool air and my excitement had my pierced nipples on point and ready for attention.

Hubby's gym shorts and boxers didn't stand a chance as I stripped them down and leaned forward to catch the head of his cock in my mouth.

Now I hate to brag, but I give world class BJ's and I am one of those women who actually gets turned on sucking cock. So to say I went after him with a passion is no small statement.

He went from soft, to firm to hard to throbbing as I bobbed and sucked and licked. As soon as he was solid and pushing into my throat, I broke away to catch my breath and to lick his shaved ball sack. His big cock, slick with my spit, rubbed all over my face as I sucked one ball into my mouth, and then the other.

Swallowing hard, getting my mouth wet, I dove back onto his cock, going hard and fast, using my mouth to fuck his cock.

His hips started pumping in time to my head, pushing his big cock into my throat. I choked back a gag, got myself under control and swallowed again.

He gathered my hair up in his hands and I knew it was time to just hold still and take it. He started fucking my mouth, the head of his cock pushing into my throat. Spit and slobber dropped from my mouth, coating my big tits, running down between them down to my belly.

I smeared it around, rubbing it into my chest, teasing my hard nipples, while I moaned around his big cock.

I hear his deep voice say " fuck, your such a good cocksucker" and my pussy spit juice into the crotch of my panties.

He growls out, " gonna cum" cause he knows I like to hear it.

He shoves it all in my mouth, down my throat, my nose in his trimmed pubes, my chin on his balls. I feel his cock swell and throb.

The first solid stream of his cum went right down my throat into my belly, but this was a reward for him so I pulled away.

Taking his cock in my hand, I started jacking it as he emptied his ball all over my face. Stream after stream of thick cum painted my face like he was painting a fence. A stream went up the bridge of my nose, between my eyes, another on my cheek, then the other, one spurt even went into my eye. Luckily I knew it would happen and was able to close them first. As he ran dry , I sucked his cock back into my mouth, draining him completely.

He got over sensitive, and had to pull away.

Holding up my hand, one eye closed, he helped me to my feet and I went to wash my face.

This past Saturday, there was a mysterious beeping in the kitchen. It took us like 30 minutes to find it and when we did it was the little display inside the fridge, flashing "H1". Well crap. So I know you all feel me when I say times are tight, a new fridge isn't in our budget, without having to dip into the emergency fund, and that's always a last resort.

Luckily, my husband, the awesome guy he is, knew what to do. He googled the code, read a bunch of articles and watched some videos and ordered the parts. Free shipping had them arriving yesterday.

Hubs gets home before, had a coffee and got to work. New parts in place, error code gone, just had to wait for it to cool down. Oh yeah, he changed the water filter too.

So by the time I got off work, picked up youngest daughter, took her to a after school thing and picked up dinner, it was almost 9:00 by the time I got home.

We chatted about odds and ends while he got up from his chair at the table and goes to the fridge, I hadn't asked but I knew if he didn't get it fixed, he would have said so

He opens the door, reaches in and hands me a glass of sweet tea. I could see what was almost frost on the glass. Ice cold, without ice. Thank God. Drinking down the glass, I headed for our bedroom. Stopping at the door, I turned and gave him the " well, what are you waiting for?" look.

By the time he got into the room I was already on my knees , top and bra off, gently rubbing the bra marks off my big tits. The cool air and my excitement had my pierced nipples on point and ready for attention.

Hubby's gym shorts and boxers didn't stand a chance as I stripped them down and leaned forward to catch the head of his cock in my mouth.

Now I hate to brag, but I give world class BJ's and I am one of those women who actually gets turned on sucking cock. So to say I went after him with a passion is no small statement.

He went from soft, to firm to hard to throbbing as I bobbed and sucked and licked. As soon as he was solid and pushing into my throat, I broke away to catch my breath and to lick his shaved ball sack. His big cock, slick with my spit, rubbed all over my face as I sucked one ball into my mouth, and then the other.

Swallowing hard, getting my mouth wet, I dove back onto his cock, going hard and fast, using my mouth to fuck his cock.

His hips started pumping in time to my head, pushing his big cock into my throat. I choked back a gag, got myself under control and swallowed again.

He gathered my hair up in his hands and I knew it was time to just hold still and take it. He started fucking my mouth, the head of his cock pushing into my throat. Spit and slobber dropped from my mouth, coating my big tits, running down between them down to my belly.

I smeared it around, rubbing it into my chest, teasing my hard nipples, while I moaned around his big cock.

I hear his deep voice say " fuck, your such a good cocksucker" and my pussy spit juice into the crotch of my panties.

He growls out, " gonna cum" cause he knows I like to hear it.

He shoves it all in my mouth, down my throat, my nose in his trimmed pubes, my chin on his balls. I feel his cock swell and throb.

The first solid stream of his cum went right down my throat into my belly, but this was a reward for him so I pulled away.

Taking his cock in my hand, I started jacking it as he emptied his ball all over my face. Stream after stream of thick cum painted my face like he was painting a fence. A stream went up the bridge of my nose, between my eyes, another on my cheek, then the other, one spurt even went into my eye. Luckily I knew it would happen and was able to close them first. As he ran dry , I sucked his cock back into my mouth, draining him completely.

He got over sensitive, and had to pull away.

Holding up my hand, one eye closed, he helped me to my feet and I went to wash my face.

Thinking about this upcoming holiday weekend, got me remembering another one years ago.

I was 22 at the time, and my boyfriend's work section was gonna have a big party at one of their houses. I knew he wanted me along, just so all the other guys would get to see his " hot" girlfriend. I didn't mind, I thought I was worth showing off and I knew it would raise his standing with the other guys he worked with.

So here's the visual for you. Like I said I was 22. I'm a mixed light skinned Latina, long black hair of course. I had been an all state athlete in school, so I was still in really good shape. I had full D's and wasn't afraid to show cleavage. At the time, my only piercings were my ears and my naval, the nipples got done later.

So, knowing he wanted to show me off, I dressed the part. Short, tight jean shorts, and a low cut white top, my best black " miracle" bra, and black g string. White Keds, no socks, and my favorite Ray Bans.

Great party, a keg of decent beer and a couple of impromptu lunch bowls, one of PJ and one of LPR. Liquid Panty Remover. I had a couple of solo cups of that one, and yeah I lived up to the title. I hung on his arm for a good bit of the night, making sure all his buddies saw us together. I danced with some of the other girls once we all got a little tipsy. My boyfriend took it real easy on the beer, he was driving.

As it got later into the night, things of course got a little more rowdy, a little crazy. One little scuffle between two guys got shut down fast, but everyone else was having a good time.

One of the more drunken guys gathered up a few others and talked them into a " drop trou" race. So basically at the starting line the guys would drop the pants, their trousers, hence " trou" walk, hop, skip, whatever to turn around some yards away, turn and shuffle back, the winner being the guy to make it back first. Just dumb, drunk guy fun.

Five guys lined up, my boyfriend not included, and dropped their pants, keeping underwear up, and went after it. All of us girls cheered and cat called, laughing our heads off. One guy fell on his face, one fell at the turn, and one guy stepped out of his shorts, so we called him as disqualified. The winner got sprayed with beer and hugged. By the other guys mostly, which made it even more funny.

The drunken guy who started the whole shenanigans then revealed his ultimate plan. He called out all of us girls to have a race ourselves. I was game from the start but none of the other girls were. After much calls from the guys who had run the first race, two other girls finally agreed.

I pulled them into a quick huddle and, having no intention of falling on my face or looking as silly as those boys did, gave them my idea. We all agreed pretty quickly and lined up. Cups of LPR were handed to us, as motivation and encouragement. We downed the cups and all held up our arms, clasping hands above our heads. I was in the middle and started the booty bump with the girl on my right. She bumped back and I passed it to the girl on my left. Booty bumping turned into a bump and grind, shaking our butts, all the guys cheering.

I called out loud " Ladies, are ya ready!" They answered with a classic " Wooooo!"

Dropping our hand, I called out" Go!"

All three of us, unbuttoned our shorts, but instead of letting them fall, lowered them to below our butt cheeks and began to " Model walk" down to the turn around point, thongs on display the whole way.

At the turn, we hitched up our shorts, leaving them undone, turned and lifted our tops, showing our bras. Hard stepping, making our boobs bounce in our bra, we strutted back to the start, all the boys yelling and cheering.

We all finished together, pulled out tops back down over our boobs and hugged it up, laughing.

I could see my boyfriend off to the side with the biggest grin on his face and I knew he was proud of me. I also knew he was gonna give it to me good later.

Hope you all enjoyed, it was fun to remember that and tell the tale.

I'm sure some of you all are old enough to remember what a shit show Y2K promised to be. The owner of the hotel I was working at actually approved overtime for me to hold down the desk that New Years Eve, while they manned their other, more affluent properties. They even asked if my boyfriend, who was working as an armed guard, could come in and help make sure nothing bad happened. Offering to pay him even. So, that's how we ended up together that night.

Those that remember, remember that it was all sound and no fury, an absolute nothing burger, but hey, I was on overtime and he was getting paid under the table and as two broke college students, we needed the money.

The countdown went down as it always has, we watched the ball drop in Time Square on the little TV in the back office, had a hug and a kiss to celebrate. My boyfriend took a walk around the property, just got to be sure, earning that cash as it were and I handled the overnight paperwork.

Since it was all quiet outside, the party people were still out at whatever venue they were, we had the place, well the lobby at least all to ourselves.

Boyfriend casually gave my butt a quick pat and squeeze before he went to walk around and I couldn't help but notice that he looked pretty good in his uniform, wearing his gun belt, pistol in his hip. The cargo pants didn't do much to hide his package and I knew the button fly wasn't a real obstacle. On his return, I casually put my hair back and slowly dropped to my knees behind the desk.

Popping the buttons as he grinned down at me, I fished out his cock and leaned in, taking him between my lips, sucking and licking, feeling him get hard in my mouth.

Bobbing my head, my hands on his thick leather gun belt, I took it deep, feeling the fat head push into my throat. He caught my hair up in one hand and started to fuck my mouth in time to they way I moved. My coochie clenched as he moaned and started dripping into my thong panties.

My blowjob skills were fantastic but he wanted more. Pulling his big dick free from my mouth, dripping with spit, he reaches down and catches me under the arms lifting me to my feet. I start jacking his slick cock as kisses me and drags my long skirt up around my hips, grabbing my ass as it goes up.

Turning me to face check-in desk, I naturally bend over, sticking out my round ass and spreading my legs. He snatches my panties down to my knees and lines up his fat cock with my wet, bald pussy, shoving it all the way in, making me gasp and let out a moan.

One of his hands sweeps up my hair, holding it tight, while the other pushes up my sweeter, my bra, letting my big tits free. His hips pound against my up turned ass, nailing my pussy, while he grabs my tits, pinching and pulling at my pierced nipples.

He pulls out, grabs one leg behind my knees lifting it to the desk too, pushing my panties off and down to the floor, shoves that big cock back in my tight little bald pussy and really starts to pound it from behind. My big tits are swaying and clapping together as he fucks the hell outta me.

My orgasm came hard and fast, making my legs shake and me moan and cuss, cum running down my thighs, pussy clamping down on his fat cock.

He pulls free and spins me around, pushing me down to my knees where this all started. I automatically took his cock in my mouth as he started shooting cum down my throat. Swallowing his load, moaning around his cock, letting him fuck my face, my big tits still out, nipples hard as rocks, pussy dripping on to the floor.

That's how we celebrated New Year's Eve, Y2K.

The time I showed everything to a strange guy for money.

I'm sure most of you know for a fact that college is expensive. Even with my GI Bill from my time in the Navy, I still worked weekends as a bartender to make ends meet.

I worked in a very middle class lounge, holding down one end of the long bar with my partner bartender, Anne. She drew the customers because she was very tall and slim, all legs and sassy attitude.

I drew them in with my long hair, big boobs and flirty manner.

The night this happened, the bar was near dead. There was a big game on and the sports bars drew the customers. We had our regulars and a few new faces.

One new face took a table not far from my end of the bar and I didn't have a waitress that night. He got his first drink, a Jack Black and Coke, a double, from me at the bar, then sat at the table and people watched. Mostly me.

He would hold up his empty glass when he was ready and I would pour and bring him a new one. He would not take his own eyes off me as I walked to his table. He paid for each drink with a 10 dollar bill, waving away the change every time.

As I brought him the third round, I caught my putting a little more strut in my steps, a little my sway to my hips, purposely sticking my chest out as far as I could without busting a button.

On the fourth round he finally spoke.

"Let me buy you a drink." Holding up two $10s.

I gave him my best smile and a "thank you" taking both bills.

At the bar, I filled a glass with ice and then mock poured myself one of Vodka. Switching cups behind the register, I picked up my cup of water and downed it.

His eyes lit up and he got a huge smile on his face.

Drinks five and six went the same way, with him buying me a drink each time.

When I brought him round seven, I downed my "shot" and waved to Anne to cover my end as I went to the ladies room.

The ladies room had a little vestibule, probably four feet by three between the club and the actual restroom, door on each end.

As I opened the vestibule door to return to the club, the new face guy was standing against the opposite wall.

"Men's room is the next door." I said.

"I was hoping to see you." He says, smiling.

"Well, now you've seen me." As I smiled back at him.

"No, I was hoping to really see you. And your big beautiful tits. Here's $50 dollars."

Stunned, shocked and aroused, all I could say was " Say that again."

"I'll give you $50 dollars to see your big tits right now." He says drawing a money clip from his pocket and peeling off two $20s and a $10.

Looking left and right, the area all clear, I gave him a head nod towards the door. As he passed me coming into the vestibule, I took the money from his hand and pushed him back against the inner door, the one leading to the restroom. I put my back the the outer door, blocking it with the heel of my shoe and turned to face him.

" You can look, but don't try to touch me."

I gathered the hem of my shirt in my hands drawing it up over my belly, stopping just below my breasts. Pausing just long enough to hook my finger under the underwire of my bra, continued to raise my shirt and bra together.

I stood there for a full 30 seconds, with my tits on full display for the complete stranger.

" Your cooch too, a hundred bucks" he says.

Holding my shirt up with my chin I shoved my pants and panties down low enough for him to see my bald pussy and even went as far as to quickly swipe my fingers across myself, spreading my lips for just an instant.

Pulling everything up and then down, I held out my hand for th cash, which he readily handed over.

I got a handful of his shirt and pulled him towards the exit door, trading places with him and retested to the ladies room.

Minutes late once I had calmed down and got my senses back, I returned to the bar. The new face strangers who had just seen me naked was gone.

Working my way through school, I had multiple jobs. One was as the overnight front desk clerk at a chain hotel.

It was one of the ones everyone knows, right off the interstate exit, reasonably priced, not one of the super cheap ones.

Given that it was a decent hotel, the pool was enclosed and right off the lobby. It was heated and open year round.

Well, late nights, in the middle of the week were absolutely dead. No guests checking in after about 2 am, and to keep myself awake, I would use the pool. Nude.

I wouldn't bother locking the sliding doors, I just would slip into the pool area, strip down, leaving my clothes on one of the lounge chairs and swim a few laps, careful not to get my hair wet.

I would climb back out, totally naked, dry off, dress and return to the desk.

Not super slutty but just felt like telling the story.

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One night, in my early 20s, my girl friend and I, along with her boyfriend, took a long weekend getaway at the Beach.

The guy, Carl, was paying for the room, so we just got a King suite, and decided that we would just share the bed. He would sleep on one side, my friend, Suzie, in the middle and me on the other side of her.

Suzie was the cutest little redhead, tall and slim, long legs, but not much in the way of boobs. Back then, I was a smoking hot Latina with a great pair and thick thighs. Carl was kinda a shy guy, tall and thin, how he got with Suzie I'll never understand.

Being a couple of party girls, we ran up and down the strip, in and out of clubs, getting free drinks from random guys, having a flirt and basically tormenting poor Carl.

We spent Saturday in the sand. Me, soaked in coconut oil, a gold foil bikini that looked nearly invisible against my tan. Suzie, lathered in sunscreen, a red string bikini to match her hair. A cooler full of cold ones, a blanket to lay out on and the Atlantic to cool off in. We both showed so much nip all day, I'm surprised we didn't put an eye out.

Another run through the strip, more free drinks, a couple of quick flirts till finally back to the room just as the sun was coming up.

Waking Sunday, sometime mid morning, I found myself face to face with Suzie. She looked like a sleeping angel. Till her mouth fell open in a low almost silent moan. A gasp, another quiet moan. I could feel some slight movement in the bed, in the mattress, in the sheets. She moved closer to me, arching her back, laying on her side, Carl laying behind her.

The motions caused the sheets to start to slide away from her, she had on a t shirt to sleep in, but the lump under the shirt was too big to be just her boob. Glancing down, I see the lower half of his arm sticking out from under the shirt.

" He has his hand on her tit" my mind says and I can tell he is working his hand, opening and closing, feeling her small boobs.

Glancing down against, the sheets have worked lower, last her hips, mid thigh. I can see his elbow at her waist, her naked waist. Glancing lower and I can see the blush pink of her panties down around her thighs.

" He fucking her from behind" my brain says and I feel my own coochie clench.

The movement in the bed becomes more energetic, he's putting some effort into it now, and Suzie's mouth is just hanging open, softly panting and letting out a gasp or a soft moan occasionally.

I squeeze my thighs tight, my own hand closing around my own boob as I silently watch my best friend take it from behind.

Poor Carl couldn't last long like that, she had to be super tight with her legs closed and laying on her side like that. She lets out a very soft " yeassssss" and he quickly moves, turning, pulling out.

I can just see the tip of his dick against the side of her hip as he starts shooting his load over her skin. Three, four, five good jets cover her side and start to run down her butt.

I feel him start to get up, probably to get something to wipe her off and close my eyes , playing dead.

He goes to the bathroom, then her and I pretend that their commotion has woken me up.