I noticed it from the moment I turned the knob on my front door and entered my home. A charged energy. A tingle on the back of my neck. Something was up. "Honey? Hello?" I shook off my jacket and threw my keys down. I walked around the corner, into the kitchen, and stopped in my tracks. There stood Janine, cooking a delicious smelling dinner for us. She wa...
Bonita lived further up the street from me, about five or six houses. She was already there when I moved into the neighborhood two years ago with my wife and five kids. We would exchange cordial greetings and smiles whenever she passed by or we met in the streets. She was a tall, big bosomed, big assed woman of indeterminable age or ethnicity. She was, to my...
Introduction In France, swinging or "libertinage" is a well-established alternative lifestyle and is practiced in many different venues. These include private parties (see Swinging in France: the Party), some nudist beaches (e.g. Cap d'Agde), non-conformist clubs and discothèques as well as sauna clubs). Public sauna clubs are usually "mixed" (couples, and...
Let me preface this by pointing out that it is simply a fantasy of mine in written form. Though I really wish I could find a Dom where this would be capable. I know that it is all highly improbable...but incredibly hot. * I left that morning for work under the impression that tonight would be just a simple night of dinner to celebrate our one year since Ma...
Ch. 1 – My first time with Walt I was 24 at the time of this story, my feminine body maturing nicely. However, my mind and emotions lagged far behind: I believed that people who fucked me must actually be in love with me! And that they would only love me if I was willing to give myself to them. But, since I was having the time of my life sexually, I turned...
My first blog of the day was long, describing the events at the restaurant the night before combined with my intimate thoughts of entering this new lifestyle full time. As I typed, I knew Nick would be pleased. I reflected on my life before I had met Nick, what my view of all of this would have been then, what I knew other women would think of all of it. An...
The saga began on a beautiful, hot, July, Friday evening in New England. My wife and I are fortunate enough to have a nice cottage on the shores of a large, pristine lake. The lake is quite deep, very cold and clear enough that you can see into depths of 30 or more feet. Though there are hundreds of homes and cottage along its shores, our camp is located...
This is the next story in Rich and Denise's journey into the cuckold lifestyle. Each story can be read individually or can be read as part of a series. This story follows the story Desperate to become pregnant. ***** As Denise stepped into the cab she could feel some of Drew's cum escape her swollen vagina and moisten her underwear. She smiled to herself,...
It was one of those moments. We've all had them. They come from nowhere and before you know it you're doing things that you always said you wouldn't. No, by God, would he ever get me to do that! Colin and myself had just had a shower. Separately. He went first whilst I made a few sandwiches then I went in surrounding myself with the smell of gel and body spr...
Darren and Claire's day of punishment was to end in more familiar territory for him, a place where he felt relaxed and had appeared as a kinky bride hundreds of times before. His punishment soon became pleasure as he tells us now: "After three gin and tonics and some discussion with Robert in the bar, we made our way to the bridalwear store. I was amazed at...