My wife Anne is 5' 6" slim with 34C boobs, great legs and a fantastic ass. We have been dabbling in swinging for a couple of years now going to clubs and meeting other couples and have thoroughly enjoyed it. One of the things we hadn't tried was a MFM threesome. A couple of weeks ago we had a free Saturday night and I suggested that she might perhaps try to...
My life fell apart after Karen's death. I went in to nearly total seclusion. I met her at the State University campus in North West Ohio and fell in love with her. She was a beautiful and vivacious young woman. After dating two years, she agreed to become my wife, Mrs. Tim Larson. She would tell me that our children would have brown hair and brown eyes, like...
In Ch 2, Bev, my lover, and I became friends with young Bobby and his friend mature Kathy. In this chapter, Bobby loves Kathy, but the Vietnam War intervenes. 1964: On January 3rd, 75-year old Myrtle, Bev's aunt, had a stroke. Bev stayed behind in Connecticut to take care of her. She had the power of attorney to manage Myrtle's finances and properties. Bev...
Anne, although married, had spent her redundancy money, and the small savings that she and her husband had, in a brothel. Perhaps brothel, is the wrong word. It was predominantly, a house of correction. It was an old basement office, in the centre of Glasgow, near to the red light district. Anne and her husband Wally, had made the small office into a b...
Traveling New Bi-Ways With Friends Ch. 04 I had talked with D and Ken several times since my last visit, which resulted in the discovery that I had a bisexual side and that I equally enjoyed sex with men and women. They had repeatedly asked me when I was going to be able to visit them again. Ken was interested in delving deeper into bi-sex and D thought bei...
Anne was the first to awake the next morning. It dawned on her as she lay comfortably between the boys that her sojourn with them was nearly half over. With a start she realized that she would miss them. They had made her feel more attractive and desired than she had ever felt before. Despite their behavior the previous evening they were at heart good boys....
---- Thanks for all the feedback on the previous story; it definitely gave me the motivation to write another. ---- The puff of smoke was a cliche. It was a metaphor. I just couldn't remember which one. My eyes focused on the last puff of smoke I had exhaled from my cigar. It hung in the air heavily in front of me, capturing the focus of my retinas; the ba...
We shall never see our young friends, Will and Anne, again, for they have moved to Europe. My wife, Ellen, and I had a lovely relationship with them for ten years, doing things that we had never done with another couple and, I suspect, we will never do again. We never went looking for the adventures; they just landed, so to speak, in our lap. Before our fri...
Anne worked in the carpet factory while her husband was away with the Army in North Africa. It was 1944, and the Americans, and the Allies were preparing for D-Day. Some Americans were based at Thame aerodrome, and a few of the women went out with them, from time to time. Anne had never been with one, although she had never refused to dance with one, when a...
Throughout that week, Stan kept trying. "Anne, I really would like to talk about what happened. There's no need to throw everything away." Anne turned to look at him. "Stan, I'm not buying what you're peddling. You said you weren't ready for Denise, but you were, all the time. I don't really know what you thought you had with me, but I know what I thought...