I lived with a couple and their kids when I was in my early 20's. I was smashing the mom (about 12 years older than me) for about 10 months and here husband was good with it. He never asked to jump in or anything other than the times we were running a train.

In fact, more than once we would go out to a bar and he would hand me the keys to his truck and her leading me out of the place by my belt.

Good times in Louisiana. :D

I had been married about 5 years living in Pensacola, my wife's brother lived with us temporarily. It was 1977 and I was 27, she left to visit her home in Tulsa. Ricky (BIL) and me went to Triple Decker Big Daddy's, got drunk and we picked up two girls. Very pretty teacher from Shreveport. Ricky had her friend. We took them home, Ricky and his girl fell asleep watching TV. Me and my girl went in our BR and had sex. Then I saw my wife's picture on the dresser and I freaked out, made both the girls leave at 2am. I still feel bad about it.

When my wife came home a couple of days later. First we had sex and then I told her. She throw all my clothes out in the yard. We patched it up and stay married until 1987. It was actually me that moved out, she didn't want us to break up. I think I was reliving my youth.

The time I had sex with all of your wives at the same time....ahhh..good times

y'all are pretty tame. :D

I got one more good story. 1987 and I had moved out from my wife, it was in Hinesville Georgia right outside Ft. Stewart. I was living in a Shoney's Motel. $350 a month for a kitchenette, had a pool, color TV w/HBO, had the Shoney's Restaurant. I ended up staying there for 3 months and then I got an appartment.

I had just left this heavy metal club and was headed back to the motel. I was driving a 1981 white T-Top Corvette. I see a beautiful blonde walking down the street. I ask if she needed a ride. She was built like a brick house. She got in, said she was with one of the guys in the band I had just been watching, and they had a fight and she left. We go back to the motel and talk about music for a couple of hours. She was into Dio and heavy metal. After a while we had sex all night and it was great, huge tits and a tight body.

I had to go to my store at 9:30, she had told me she was from Mississippi and was only 18. I gave her all the money I had on me, $80 bucks and took her to the bus station, and that's the last I saw of her. I sometimes think, why didn't I ask her to stay. It's was probably not a good time living in a motel and trying to run a business.

So my friends wifes sister is married to Max Cavalera of Sepultura/Soulfly. I go watch anytime they are close. I get the whole Family on the tour bus/back stage the whole boat. One time in Wichita we had just watched a show and we talked on the bus for like an hour after the show. He was going back home to spend thanksgiving and all that good stuff. I have been invited to their family functions in Arizona. I had my signed Soulfly shirt and all the goods. At the time I had hair down to my ass all one length. I come out the bus and there are like 200 people just hanging out. I walk through the croud and pick two chicks and they leave with me to the Marriot. What a ride.


They are all awesome. Thank you my buddy Roy

You're a true friend, did his children meet yours?

Who was the "redhead"? 14 years ago I knew such a redhead....

Just sends him a simple text.

‘Mornin’ Snowball’

In 1968, I had a late summer romance with my hippie-dippy girlfriend (more about her later, if there's enough interest) and her freak flag had yet to fly. I headed back to college, looking for greener pastures when one of my fraternity brothers suggested we volunteer at one of the local political campaigns. He swore up and down that was a great place to meet women, especially those that were a little more "free". So we went down to office and joined up. In those days, it was not uncommon for several state office campaigns to share office space to save money, so we met a lot of women. There was one that showed up on weekends that just had that look. Long, dark hair to the waist, 5'2", maybe 100 lbs., I never saw her in anything but jeans or a long granny dress, always obviously braless. I don't remember if her father or older brother was running for office, but she needed some help in getting material ready to mail. Nice guy that I was, I volunteered. Since she went to another school, she asked if I could come to her apartment the next weekend to work. I couldn't say yes any faster.
So the next weekend I made the trek over to Lawrence, armed with a couple 6 packs. She met me at the door, invited me in, and we ate and drank while we stuffed envelopes. After all the stuffing was done, we drank a little more and a bong appeared. Lights were turned off, one thing lead to another and the next thing I knew I was face down in one of the hairiest muffs I had ever seen. But I'm a trooper, so carry on I did --more than once, but less than 6 or 7 times. It was wonderful.
The next morning came and I got up to take a morning pee. She was just stirring when I returned and she greeted me by dropping down on Mr. Happy. It was a glorious sight, that long hair flowing and head bobbing up and down. But then I noticed hair in places that it shouldn't be -- like her armpits ---and her legs. Now I'm a little freaked out, but I had been at the Y enough the previous night that I knew there was nothing extra down there, so I just laid back and enjoyed. Now many of my fellow CPers would have just said thanks and left, but I'm not rude, I stayed the weekend. Let's just say I was really, really tired when I returned to the house Sunday night.
I'd like to tell you all we went on for several months, but she and her boyfriend reconciled and I only saw her at the office from there on out. But we always smiled at each other.

Mine is sort of a voyeur story, for those who are into such stuff: I once watched the New Orleans Saints get totally ****ed out of the Super Bowl.

I did a girl in the supply closet at church when I was a teen. And went down on her in our youth pastor's office. Yeah I'm probably going to hell.

I haven't read this entire thread, it sounds like "Dear CP Penthouse: I never thought something like this could happen to me.... but.... "
Do all the stories include the CPer having a partner?

This happened Clermont Florida, a suburb of Orlando. I doubt you know her.

A girlfriend (now ex) said she was open for a 3 way. I called another woman I knew, she arrived and we started having fun. However, my ex very early had cold feet and decided not to participate. She held my hand while I was serviced magnificently. That evening and for months thereafter, my girlfriend gave me the best sex ever.

As I ran around the perimeter of pool to meet Krystal and her plump, topless breasts I lost my footing and my blackberry wine cooler flew out of my hand and shattered on the concrete. As she put her top back on and the party laughed at me, my erection went flaccid and I knew it was time to leave and cry myself to sleep while masturbating to underwear section of a Sears Catalog.