“You are such an ass,” my wife grumped at me as I came into the kitchen for my morning coffee. “Me?” “I’d call you a son-of-a-bitch,” she steamed, “but I really like your mother.” “What is your problem?” “False pretenses,” she snapped. “All right, look,” I said somewhat wearily as I took a chair at…
The following is not a true story, it is a fantasy that my husband Sam told. We often discuss our fantasies after sex while his cum drips out of my pussy. I found this one very erotic and added some of my own touches to it. Hope you enjoy. I will start the story with…
It was early in our dating, Karen and I had read several articles about the “new” swinging lifestyle that was becoming so popular in New York City: several new clubs had recently opened, and with some research, we found that right here in our village was a very large and famous club called “Michael’s Lounge.”…
Judy woke early next morning. She rose and cooked Sandy breakfast and waved him off to work. She had slept restlessly that night. On the one hand she felt guilty for betraying Sandy by letting Al see her naked and on the other she couldn’t shake off the excitement. When she had bowed her head…
Tessa and I had reached our ten year anniversary together, so in preparation I had asked what she wanted as a gift. She took no time before saying some diamond jewelery would be the only thing she wanted. Given that we didn’t have a lot of cash on hand, I didn’t like that thought at…
This is a marginal follow-up to the Shywife story published earlier, but it will stand alone. It is, however, more fun to read them both. Tracy decided Jennifer was the one. I had to chuckle because Jennifer had a nasty habit of trying to tease me into a state of constant erection. I’d never known…
I watched enthralled as the engorged, rigid, veined rod of flesh withdrew, glossy with moisture glistening on the thick, reddish mass that only partially evacuated the pulpy, tight clutch of my wife’s vaginal orifice. I held my breath involuntarily as the motion stopped and inexorably reversed, the meaty mass gradually disappearing into the dark recesses…
Several months ago, my wife DeeDee, told me that she wanted a separation. Her new life goals didn’t include me. She was determined to find a good genteman that shared her new values. Since we had been drifting apart for some time, this was no big shocker. It was one of those sultry summer nights….
As the fourth massive load of cum erupted over my wife’s willing tongue and landed on her eager face, I knew that this day would live on in my memory forever. Looking down at her, camera in hand as she stroked a cock in each hand, she looked up at me and breathed, ‘Happy Wedding…
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It all started one Friday evening. Me and my wife Emma had decided that we would get dressed up and go to a few bars and perhaps a club. This is something we had never done as a couple before. We are both in our late twenties and have only been married for a few years….
I’ve always had a strong sexual appetite, I can never get enough. I met my husband five years ago; we married a little over three years ago. The downside is, my husband is a truck driver, and is away a lot. I’ve always been the faithful type. I may love sex, but I don’t condone…
It seems pretty rare these days when a house in our neighborhood sells quickly once it’s put on the market. My husband an I have even seen some homes, priced at what seems to us very reasonable prices, hang around for months and months and months with no offers and little activity. Then, the home…
Andee smiled as she read the text message on her phone. Before breakfast, she had sent a somewhat vague note to her friend from the night before about wanting to try Roulette again, wondering if he might interpret the suggested sexual undertones – especially after the enthusiastic round of sex from the night before. She…
Fitz lay crossways on the bed, arms extended upward with a magazine in his hands. Too tired to read, he flipped through pages of advertisements and looked at pictures of refugees. It had been a tough week. Shit, it had been a tough year, he thought. Fucking clients, fucking auditors, fucking pissant bureaucrats… At least…
My wife and I sat at a small table in a hotel bar with a man she had picked from an ad on Craigslist. The ad said he was looking for a couple to have sex with. Eve picked his ad because of the picture of his nine-inch cock; it was also six inches around….
