Some more readers wives

Here's another collection of pictures kindly sent in by readers of this blog, all of which are very nice.  As I've said before, I'm more than happy to receive pictures of wives, girlfriends, you shagging or selfies from the ladies and happier still to publish them on the blog.

So don't forget, if you have any pictures you'd like to share, you can email them to me at petermorgan1969@gmail.com

This is Karen and that's all I know - it could be a selfie, it could be a shot by a partner.  What I do know, however, is that that's a nice pair of tits, a great belly and I love underarm shots!

Cheryl models 'barely-covers-her-arsehole' pants for husband Ron.  Nice. 

One of my all-time favourite pictures, just look at that cleavage!  It belongs to a fine lady called Theresa and the knob belongs to her partner Jim. Thanks, folks!

This is Amy, as sent in by her boyfriend Brett. Great tits and a very nice belly too.

This was sent in by Serena - "What do you think of my tits?" she asks.  Well, I think they're fucking gorgeous

Tom writes - "My wife's arse, what do you reckon?"  Very nice, mate.

A Christmas night out

It was my works Christmas do at the weekend and we all trooped off to the Raj, in town. There were about ten of us and, if I’m honest, it was a good evening. Made much, much better by the fact that I bumped into my old friend Carol. She was also there on a works do and I was sitting there, checking over the menu, when I felt fingers walking along my shoulders.

Surprised, I turned around and there she was, looking absolutely fucking stunning. We exchanged pleasantries, then my colleagues began ordering starters and her friends called her over.

“See you soon,” she said and winked. I smiled at her and watched her walk away. When my wife left me, Carol was one of the first women that I saw - we’d known each other before, but got to know one another a lot better over a few weeks. I kind of wished those weeks would start up again!

When it was time for the next round, rather than wait for the waiter to come over, I decided to head to the bar. I don’t know whether she meant to or not, but after I’d been standing there for about a minute - scanning the room, looking for her, Carol was standing next to me.

"How are you?" I asked, "doing okay?" God, she looked beautiful.

“Yeah, so so,” she said, “still single. How about you?”

”Same here, but dating now.”

“Oh good, how’s it working out for you?”

“Not bad.”

She smiled and bit her lip. I’ve always thought that was erotic, with Carol it was more erotic than most. I felt my cock twitch.

Carol looked me in the eyes and smiled, slyly. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

“I don’t know,” I said, hoping against hope that we were on the same wavelength.

“It's Christmas, we're old friends, let's celebrate the season..."

"Uh huh.”

“Okay, I come here to eat a lot. Go up the stairs, turn left, there are three doors - gents, ladies, disabled. Go upstairs in five minutes, I’ll meet you there.”

“Seriously?”

“Just getting into the festive spirit,” she said.

“I’ll be there.”

I got the round in, excused myself and went up the stairs. The door to the disabled loo was locked, so I knocked.

”Pete?”

"It's me," I said and she opened the door.

The toilet was large, with a sink against the left wall and the pan against the back wall. Carol was standing in front of the sink, wiping between her legs with a piece of tissue. "Give your tackle a quick swill," she said, "then sit on the loo."

I did as I was told, then went into the cubicle. She had pulled her top off and popped her tits out of her bra and I couldn't resist giving them a squeeze and thumbing the nipples. That made her groan, which just made my cock even harder! She was wearing a short black skirt and it was around her waist like a belt. As I watched, she pulled her white knickers off and hung them over the toilet roll holder. Her juicy pussy looked fantastic, with speckles of water in the fine blonde fuzz that covered it.

"Pull your trousers down and stand up,” she said and I did. My cock sprang up. “Fuck, I’d forgotten how good that looked."

"If it looks anything as good as your fucking body does, I'd be more than happy."

“Turn around.”

I did and leaned forward and felt her hand snake between my legs. I felt her arm on my back and then a click sound and she photographed my cock.

“Kinky,” I said.

“You idiot, Pete, I saw your blog.”

“Ah.”

“No problem, so long as you print that picture as well as anything else you take of me.”

“I haven’t got my camera.”

“I have my phone, it’ll do. Now, sit down.” She smiled and pushed me down, then pulled her leg up and settled one foot against the cistern. Her right foot pressed against mine, her pussy starting to gape right in front of my eyes.

"Pussy needs attention," she said, almost purring and I didn't need asking twice.

As you may have guessed, I love muff-diving - I love licking the lips, soaking them with spit, then prying deep with my tongue, making it hard like a little prick or solid and flat, to cover as much ground as possible. I tend to leave the clit sucking until later, to try and get the ladies into a froth before I touch the magic button.

"Harder," she said, "we haven't got much time. Suck on my clit."

"How long have we got?"

She reached down, grabbed my cock and started to stroke it. "They’ll probably send out a search party in about ten or fifteen minutes.”

"Fuck it," I said, my lips directly over her cunt, my nose pressed against her clit. She groaned, gripped my cock harder. I kept licking, as if my life depended on it, then she moved and put her feet on the pipe boxes to either side of the bog, hotching forward.

"Wait," she said and turned around, showing me her arse, then tilting forward. "Hold my waist."

I did and, fearlessly, she leaned right forward and as I began to lick her pussy once more, she sucked my cock into her mouth, her tongue playing around the head. She bobbed up and down, literally fucking me with her mouth, her arse shaking as my tongue skills began to hit the spot. She reached down, began to play with my balls, her fingertips brushing over my arsehole. It was all getting too much, then she let go of my cock, stuffed her hand in her mouth and let out an almighty groan.

Her pussy muscles began to contract and I could feel warmth and heat in my mouth. I moved her forward, her legs moving sluggishly and then she was on her feet, her eyes a bit dreamy, smiling at me.

"Fucking brilliant, Pete,” she said.

“Good, now turn around.”

She did and I ran my hands down her back, gripped her waist and guided her down. My cock was standing to attention and I pressed it against her pussy lips, so that she knew where she was. She reached between her legs, put her hands on my knees and I held her hips as she slid onto my cock.

I reached forward, sliding my hands around her body until I was cupping her tits. I played with her nipples, holding my hands flat so that her movement made me brush them. Her pussy was incredibly hot and wet and she quickly went from riding me slowly to humping my cock hard and fast.

I could feel her pussy getting wet and she began to play with my balls again. I felt her finger and realised she was rubbing her clit too. She bucked, thrust harder and then stopped, all of a sudden, both hands crammed to her mouth, as she came. I could feel the tremors rippling through her pussy and her breath caught in her throat. I carried on fondling her tits and then she moved again.

“Are you there?”

“Almost,” I said and began to fuck her now, really thrusting into her, our bodies slapping. She reached down, one finger massaging my perineum, the other hand playing with my balls. All too soon it was too much and, with a gasp, I came inside her. She kept playing with me until I begged her to stop.

After a minute or so to get our breath back, she slid off me and, as I stood up, she sat on the toilet seat.

“Take a picture,” she said and I watched some of my cum ooze out of her.

I took the picture and we got dressed and promised to do it again sometime, then went back downstairs to our colleagues, trying to act as if nothing had happened. My lot quickly guessed, I wonder how long it took her friends?

Some more lovely readers wives!

Well it's taken a while, but here's another mini-collection of pictures sent in by readers - either partners of blokes or the girls themselves.  As I mentioned in the last post, I sometimes get them through (nowhere near enough of them for my liking) - ladies in various states of undress and/or sexual arousal - and I love them and will gladly post them up here.

I hope you enjoy this bunch and don't forget, if you have any pictures you'd like to share, you can email me at petermorgan1969@gmail.com

These two are from Melissa, in Upper New York State, who writes "Do you like my pussy and the way I'm touching it?"  To be completely honest - "Yes, Melissa, yes I fucking do!"

This is from Andrea, in Sheffield (yay, UK lass!). "I see you like feet, so how about mine and my cunt as well?" Works for me, love!

This spectacular shot is Clara, as taken by her husband Mike. Apparently, she wishes that dildo was me, tit-fucking her! Can you imagine how immense those puppies would feel wrapped around your cock?  Wow!  Very nice, Clara, very nice indeed!Nice!

Dinner with friends, then oral fun!

We’d been out for dinner with friends, a lovely evening with great company for a - quite frankly - terrific meal.  It was almost midnight by the time we made it back to the car, both of us were happy and Christina was just a little bit tipsy.

We got in and she smiled at me.  “Are you feeling amorous?”

“When you’re around, I’m always feeling amorous.”

She leaned over and kissed me.  “You know all the right things to say, don’t you?”

“I try.”

“Would you like to see my tits?”

“I’d love to.”  She pulled her top up, exposing her bra.  “You have fantastic tits, Christina.”

“Thanks,” she said and jiggled them in her bra, “they’re not bad, are they?”

She reached in and popped her left one free of its lacy prison.  I quickly looked around, to make sure no-one was about, but the coast was clear. I reached over and stroked her bare tit, loving the feel of her warm skin, playing with her nipple.

Christina smiled and put her hand on my leg, sliding it up and down, without putting her tit away. “Did you want to drive then?” she asked, innocence personified.

Since I knew that whenever things like this happened between me and Christina - unplanned and a little bit raunchy - they usually ended very well indeed, I started the car and pulled out of the car park.  As soon as we were on the road, Christina reached over and unzipped my chinos. She fished my cock out and stroked it a few times until it was rock hard and smiled.

“He looks happy.”

“So he should,” I said.

She leaned over, her breast pressing in my leg and sucked my cock straight into her mouth.

Now a blowjob whilst driving is one of those things that you really want to experience and it doesn’t happen often enough for my liking but that might be for a reason - it’s very difficult to concentrate when a tongue, lips and fingers are working on your cock!  Christina was really working it, her mouth sliding up and down, her tongue polishing the head and in order to reach her bare tit, I was having to lean at an angle.

It didn’t take her long until she was squirming in her seat.  I shifted slightly, pinching her nipple and she gasped.

I looked at her.  With her free hand, she’d pulled her skirt up and her knickers aside and was rubbing her pussy.

“Pull your knickers down,” I said.  She let go of my cock with a satisfying slurp and smiled. “I want to touch you too.”

Christina lifted her bum up, slid her knickers down and said, “Put your hand on the seat.”

I’d done it before she stopped speaking and she sat on it just as quickly. My middle finger penetrated her already wet pussy and my index finger slid against her clit. She gasped, so I began to move it back and forth, teasing the clit out from its hood.  She moaned loudly, still wanking me, as I worked my finger in her she pushed back against me more and more.

Without another word, she dipped her head into my lap again and began sucking on my cock as if her life depended on it. As good as she was, the inherent thrill and danger compounded her activity and I could already feel my orgasm building.  I flicked my finger as quickly as I could, doving further into her with my middle finger, her pussy making as much of a slurping noise as her mouth was.

After a few moments, my fingers now working furiously, she let go of my cock and partly sat up. I kept doing what I was doing and her hips started bucking and she leaned her head onto my shoulder with her mouth open, breathing hard as her orgasm swept through her.  Her fingers clenched around my cock and she wanked me harder with it.  I kept going until she started to calm down and her breathing slowed.

“Leave your fingers in me,” she said, breathless, then put her head back in my lap again.  She sucked me deep into her mouth, her tongue running all over my shaft and it was too much.

“I’m there,” I said, “I’m there.”

I’d expected her to stop sucking, but she kept going until I came, pumping into her mouth. She kept sucking and licking for a few moments and then sat up, a big smile on her face. Cum glinted on her lips.

“Now that,” she said, “was good.”

“I’ll say so, when do we have to drive at night again?”

Tit-fuck in public, with Christina

The party had been a bore and Christina and I had been entertaining ourselves with stories of what we’d do to one another when we got home.  In fact, some of it was so dirty that I was finding myself getting more and more noticeably turned on.

“Hey, you’re liking this, aren’t you?”

“Of course, I’m a red blooded man and you’re a beautiful woman.”

She smiled and bit her lip and I knew, right then, I was in for a treat.

“Do you think?” she asked, “that if we kept talking like this you’d actually make it home?”

“Maybe not.”

“Hmmm,” she and frowned.  “Now when we get home, I’ll need you to fuck me senseless for a long, long time.  So what shall we do?”

“Show me your tits.”

“And how will that help?”

I smiled.  “It won’t, but it’ll be fun.”

“Naughty boy,” she said but took my hand and led me out into the garden.  Most of the revellers were on the lawn, but she took me around the side of house, towards the garage.  Pushing me back against the wall of the house, she gave me a quick kiss and then stepped away.

She took off her thin cardigan slowly.  Under it she was wearing a striped top and she pushed her arms together, pressing her tits into one another until it looked as though they were going to burst free.  I glanced away briefly, to make sure no-one was coming and then looked at her shamelessly, growing ever more excited by the dirty thoughts were gorgeous tits were giving me.

Christina leaned over, looking me in the eyes and reached down to grip my cock through my trousers.  She squeezed it and stepped towards me, her tits tantalisingly close.  I leaned forward, to breathe on her cleavage and she slowly rubbed my cock, making it grow even harder.

“Would you like to cum on my tits?” she whispered into my ear.

I didn’t answer, instead I dipped my head and kissed her breasts, running from tongue between them.

Christina raised her head and kissed me on the lips.  Our tongues squirmed against each other and she began to rub my cock.  I trailed my fingers down, tracing the shape of her tits through her t-shirt.  I pressed her nipples hard and made her groan.

She undid the button and zip of my trousers and pushed them roughly down my legs.  I kicked them off and my stiff cock tented my boxers.  Christina gripped it hard with her left hand as she threw her right arm around my shoulders, pulling me against her, kissing me passionately. I squeezed her left tit, feeling her nipple harden against my palm and her breast pushed hard against the fabric of her bra as she arched her back.

She moaned into my mouth, her hand stroking my cock and then she broke free of the kiss and pulled violently at the waistband of my boxers.

“I want to see your cock,” she said.  The tip of it sprang out from under the waistband and pinged against my belly.  “You really are excited, aren’t you?”

She wrapped her hands around it and wanked me, her eyes wide.  Her arms pushed her breasts together, and they overflowed from her bra as I moaned quietly.  I reached down, stroking her belly and into the waistband of her skirt.  I touched her pussy, making her gasp.  She was excited, the gusset already wet.  She moaned as I applied more pressure and she moved her hips, grinding against my fingers.

“You’re very excited too,” I said.

“I don’t know how you do it,” she said, “but I’m so fucking glad you do!”

There was a cough from the area of the lawn and we both looked over.  Someone walked towards us but we were obviously deep enough in shadow that they couldn’t see us.  They went into the house, leaving the door open and blocking us from view of the lawn.

“Nice,” she said and, holding my cock tightly, licked the underside of it from my balls to my glans, tickling me with the tip of her tongue.  I let out a deep and contented sigh and grabbed for her boobs as she slipped my cock into her mouth, stroking the shaft of it still.  I pushed my hand further under her skirts waistband, pressing my fingers against her pussy lifts.

She moaned and let my cock slip out of her mouth, lifting it by the tip so that she could lick the whole shaft up and down.  She flicked her tongue over the gin, looking through her eyelashes with a lusty expression, then left my cock go.  She ran it over her cleavage, leaving a trail of her spit.

“Ready?” she said and I thumbed her clit in response.  She shuddered at the touch and smiled.  “Are you ready?”

I leaned forward, pressing my cock into her cleavage and she pushed her arms together, squeezing her tits, the soft fabric of her bra and my cock into the middle.  The pressure was wonderful, her skin so soft against mine.  I began to move up and down, thrusting gently so that I could keep a hand in her knickers, fucking her tits.  She reached down and tickled the back of my balls and I edged forward wanting more.  I slipped my finger under the gusset of her knickers, feeling it sink into the soft warmth of her pussy.

She groaned.  “Oh I love this, I love being with you, I love that we can be really dirty.”

“This is fucking excellent.”

She dropped her head and dribbled spit into her cleavage, using my cock to spread it over her tits.

“I want you to fuck my tits until you cum,” she said, her voice low.

I can do that, I thought.  “You are so fucking horny, Christina.”  I slid another finger into her, enjoying the rapt look of delight on her face.

She pushed her tits together and when my coke poked out, she darted for it with her tongue.  With my left hand I rubbed her nipples as I thrust harder, her tits wobbling and my rhythm picked up.  She reached down and pulled her knickers to one side, allowing me easier access.  I rubbed my thumb across her clit.

“Keep going,” she gasped, “keep going.”

I didn’t know if she meant my tit-fucking or my thumb, so I rubbed her clit as fast as I possibly could.  It was the right response and she groaned, her eyes closed.  I fucked her tits and finger-fucked her pussy and she rubbed my balls and I tweaked her nipples.  It was too much and the view from where I stood, as Christina writhed beneath me and her cleavage became red from the friction, was almost too much.

She came suddenly, a brisk orgasm that made her bit her lip and her body vibrate and that was my cue to thrust harder between her tits.

“Are you going to cum soon?” she asked, pulling my fingers out of her pussy.

“Yes,” I gasped, going to work on her nipples, making her groan all over again.  I pounded my cock faster, her tits slapping at each thrust and soon felt the tingle in my balls.

“I’m coming,” I said and she instantly leaned back, gripping my cock hard and jerking it quickly, aiming it at her tits.

The first splat of spunk hit her cleavage, the second her right nipple.  She jerked me quicker and I had to lean on the wall for support.  Her hand wanked me mercilessly, getting as much of my cum as she could.

“Fuck, that’s a lot of cum.”

She kept pumping my cock, spunk landing on  her tits and bra and belly and she writhed under it, rubbing it into her skin.

“Oh God,” she said, “this is turning me on as well.”

I watched as she hiked her skirt up and slid her hand into her groin, her fingers disappearing into her knickers.  I could see them working, at least two inside her pussy, her thumb rubbing her clit.

“Oh yeah,” I said, “do it.”

“You like watching me finger myself, don’t you?”  She pushed her knickers aside and used her fingers to spread her pussy lips wide.  There was no need for lubrication, she was soaking down there.  She reached back and I watched her right hand appear from under her arse, two fingers from that hand slipping into her pussy whilst her left focussed on her clit.

She came hard, her fingers speeding up and then slowing as shudders racked her body, her tits jiggling as she made wordless sounds with her lips.  As her  orgasm receded, she leaned against my legs, looking up at me with dazed eyes.

“Wow,” I said, “that was fucking excellent.”

“Glad you enjoyed it, now take me home and fuck me somewhere that I’m kneeling on carpet and not concrete!”

I couldn’t get her home quick enough.

Ladies, playing with themselves (again)...

Ah, the simple joy of gifs.  Last year I posted some gifs of ladies having a wank (or jilling off, as I love to call it) and it was good fun, people liked it and it's always nice to see ladies pleasuring themselves!

 

So here's some more - enjoy!

 



 

A reader, enjoying herself...

Seems like she's reading something that's pushing all the right buttons!

If you'd like to get some equal enjoyment, could I remind you that those lovely folks at Puppet Press have taken three of my short stories and put them together in a wonderful, slim little paperback (with cover art by me).

I'm thrilled with it and I hope that if you take a chance on it, you'll enjoy them too!

If you're interested - and no worries if you're not - the book can be purchased from Lulu.com at http://www.lulu.com/shop/peter-morgan/fun-with-christina/paperback/product-21206716.html

Ladies, playing with themselves...

I found a Tumblr account the other day, which is full of gifs featuring girls playing with themselves, which is a sight I could never grow tired of.  Since we all love gifs and it's always a treat to see ladies jilling themselves off, I thought I'd post some on the blog.

 

So here we are, ladies wanking...

 

Enjoy!

 

 

Rachel has a wank

It had been a long day and the only thing that had got her through it was the thought of frigging herself off.  The long meetings, the emails to me that got more heated as the hours passed, the drive home.

Rachel dumped her coat and shoes, slipped off her skirt and went straight into the lounge.  She sat on the sofa, spread her legs and let her hand trail down from her chest and across her belly.  When she reached her crotch she gently started to rub herself through her knickers. She made wide circles to get her juices flowing before her clit got hard and she began to gently rub that through the material.  Rather than go any further with her pussy right now she slowly undid her blouse.  She didn’t take her bra off but pulled her tits free of it, making them stand proud.

Pinching her nipples hard she began to squeeze and roll them between her thumb and forefinger. Grabbing her breasts she squeezed and played with them, feeling the wetness build between her legs.  It was as though someone was tickling her inside and by now her clit was swollen and crying out to be touched.

Pulling aside her wet knickers, she ran her hand over the outside of her lips and brushed her clit, sending an electrical charge through herself.  She ran her fingertip between her lips so that she touched her clit a little harder whenever she passed it but still not hard enough to bring her to orgasm. Lying back, her legs spread as wide as they would go, she pushed her fingers into her slit deeper now.  They hit her clit harder and she began to rub it.  Her breathing quickened and she squeezed her nipples and she finger fucked herself.

She used her her index and middle finger of her left hand to spread her lips wide, exposing her clit so that she could really go for it.  It didn’t take her long until she’d reached the point of no return and as she felt herself tip, she rammed her fingers into her pussy.  It clenched around them as she shuddered and let her orgasm wash over her, the day's tension flowing out of her body.

Christina, my favourite model

She's a beautiful woman in every sense of the word - she's attractive, she's funny, she loves me - and I often rope her in to little model shoots when I get the inclination.  Thankfully for me, she's amenable to my inclinations (wahey!), so here's a celebration of my beautiful, gorgeous girlfriend!

Enjoy!

Rachel, having fun

Sometimes, as much as you can play photographs and play with the composition, the best shots are actually the ones you take without thinking about, snatched moments of time that are so utterly natural - pose, position, expression - that you just couldn't replicate them.

As an example, I present to you various shots over the years of my fuck-buddy Rachel.

Enjoy!

Readers Wives (selfies)

In a slight change to the usual Readers Wives posts I occasionally put up on the blog (yes, I don't get enough - please send more to petermorgan1969@gmail.com), these are mainly selfies.

And very nice they are too - enjoy!

 From Jennifer - very nice!

 "I got my boyfriend Mike to take this, but it was all my idea, does that count as a selfie?"  Yes, I'll let you have that, Alice.

 

"What do you think of my French polish pedicure, Pete?"  Sally, I think those toes look delicious enough to suck on!

"I hope you like my pic," writes Adele, "I love the fact that anyone would think I was a MILF."  Oh I do, I really do - very nice.

 Mel, in her bathroom.  Thanks for the great pic!

 "My first selfie," writes Michelle.  Very nice, I have to say.

 Karen took this on holiday and I love it - great tits, belly and toes!

 "Thank goodness for self-timers," writes Sheila.  Thank goodness you sent me this pic!

"Do you like my tits?" asks Stephanie?  I do indeed!

Readers Wives selfies!

Wow!

Thank you so much for your response to the last post about readers wives - my inbox has been gladly chiming with them and so here are a selection (more to follow - I got a lot!) of readers wives (or, maybe, the readers themselves!) selfies.

Enjoy - I know I did!



Becky, from Michigan, sent me this - "What do you think?" she asked.  Very nice, I say.

Rhonda sent me this, which I think is perhaps one of the best selfies ever, with her pussy and toes in the same shot!  Nice one, good lady and very, very sexy.

Vicky from Loughborough (not too far from me, as it happens) sent this.  "I'm proud of my tits," she writes and so she bloody should be!

Lesley wrote "If you're ever up in Durham, give me a shout and we can have a play."  Oh yes!



"When my husband left me for a younger woman," writes Susan who's in her early 50s, "I got new tits and I'm enjoying life to the full now.  Hope you enjoy this picture!"  Susan, it's fantastic and you look great!



Another golden MILF, this is Chantelle posing in her bathroom.  "If you like this," she writes, "I might take some more!"  Please do!



Sharon in the shower.  "If it helps me to get this published," she writes, "I came about a minute after taking this!"  Oh Sharon, I'd love for you to get a picture of that!  Send it in!



"I originally took this to send to my husband Pete," writes Dee, "but since he also follows your blog, I thought I'd kill two birds with one stone!  Hope you like my knockers!"  I do, Dee, I honestly do!