It was a Friday summer afternoon and Mona was with two of her best friends: Elsa and Amber at a sea food restaurant, having fun with being in each other's company. It was the start of the weekend and the three women had nothing else to do but wallow in their temporary freedom as their husbands, who apparently worked in the same software company, were off att...
The holiday weekend was fast approaching and a big camping excursion was planned. It rained all week long, but a chance of clearing up was forecasted for the weekend, so they went ahead with their plans of reserving a campsite. This would be the second camping trip in the "pop-up" camper they just bought, but their first trip alone. It was a long summer an...
My husband told the story of my first meeting with Mark, now it is my turn to tell the story of my second meeting. * After fucking Mark the first time, I was feeling like I had crossed a line that I shouldn't have. I felt like I totally lost control and should not have ventured down the path that I did. I spoke with my husband, Dave, about how I was feelin...
"You must be the Prince!" Tony twisted around. This time, he'd landed in the yard of a palatial manor, the kind of thing he'd expect in the Hamptons, with two sisters coming out to greet him. They... were not his speed. It wasn't the weight—he didn't mind a little extra cushion for the pushing—but both of them had hair so bad, a boy haircut would actually...
Note: For those of you who have read my stories, I write from my own personal experiences, with a little license, to spice it up. Fantasy is great, but what better way to tell about a hidden part of our secret lives, doing what we do, in private. This is another part that happened to me this July of 2001. * * * * * This is a true story. I love to sail arou...
Ever noticed how some people just don't read signs and seem to totally ignore the simplest instructions. Then they wonder what went wrong and why are they in an embarrassing situation? The camping place I go to has communal showers, and they're truly communal. There's only the one building and it's unisex. As a sop to prudes there are a set of rules. There'...
It all started while I was fucking Janice, who I had met at a local pickup spot. I was banging away at her pussy, which frankly was not the tightest I had ever been into, when she started fingering my asshole. Tentatively at first, then when I did not complain, more boldly. At first I found it merely distracting, as I was trying hard to come and finding it j...
I drove home that night in a dream. My pussy was sore, my arse even worse, but even then I could have took another fucking. With every turn, every foot on the break I felt his glorious hot, white cum squirt out of my arse. By the time I got home my skirt was sodden with his juice, my car sear stained and damp. I mentally reminded myself to buy a car air fres...
I wish that I could simply stop thinking about him. I'm married for god's sake! But still in the back of my mind he is always there, hiding, waiting to spring out upon me at the most inopportune times. I see his face in my mind, or more often than not, his body. It's unfortunate that he and my husband are so dissimilar physically, because then I could just p...
I wish people would stop staring at my husband Kareem Touré and I, seriously. Folks in the City of Detroit, Michigan, and its environs, have a nasty habit of staring at interracial couples, especially when half of the pair is a man of African descent. I tell myself that someday I'll get used to it but I don't see it happening anytime soon. My name is Afaf Ib...