Dear readers, each word of the story you are about read is true. You might have read hundreds of stories involving an inter-racial encounter but this is one of the rare, if not the first, story of an Indian woman, my wife, and a black guy. Though this happened four years ago, it is still very fresh in our memory and I feel like it happened only yesterday....
Chapter 5 Peter finally meets Roberta again, the love of his life. In just a few minutes, Robert returned to the room dressed as Roberta. Giving him a sexy cross dressing show, by her feminine antics and charms, she obviously enjoyed being watched by Peter. With a shake of her head and with a flourish, as if releasing her sword in Zorro, the gay blade, sh...
When I married my wife, she would have already been considered a busty woman. She was a full double D on a medium sized frame. I regarded myself as lucky to have those big boobs to play with and I won't lie and say that her boobs weren't one of the factors in my desire to marry her. They were actually a pretty big factor because Liz was never a stunning beau...
Randy Evers had nothing but sympathy for his next door neighbor, Sissy Ryan, an absolutely beautiful woman caught in a bad situation. Ever since he had moved into the neighborhood six months ago, he knew that something was amiss in the Ryan household. Sissy's husband, Bruce, was a corporate executive who was at least fifteen years her senior. From the conver...
It was a Sunday afternoon and just a few hours before the big football game later on tonight. Brittany was taking a warm shower to clean herself of her own brother’s cum. The two have been fucking like wild animals since Saturday afternoon. This was the first time Brittany had some rest from their continuous fucking. But that was soon to change. Jeff walks...
I go home and Alison isn't home yet. I shower and clean up, and as I walk out of the bathroom, she walks in, a few shopping bags in hand. "How was your day? What job did Doug have for you today?" she asks. I tell her it was uneventful and that he's finishing his basement and that I was helping him with some plumbing. "What did you buy?" I ask. "Noting y...
I'm waiting for my wife in the mall, and watching breasts go by. There goes a cheerleader-type babe, now a mature woman whose massive breasts practically say "Ga-BONG, ga-BONG" with each step she takes. I take off my glasses to clean them, but am captivated by the sight of a woman coming this way. Even with my fuzzy vision, my cock is getting chubby from che...
***It is 1917 in the heat of the Russian Revolution. Natasha, bored and horny in a tedious party meeting, fantasizes about sexually dominating her comrades. Borya takes over the fantasy of his brazen lover, turning it into his own. This is part two of a fantasy that starts with the story "The Milk Orgy." *** Borya carefully guided Natasha up her apartment s...
I'm waiting for my wife in the mall, and watching breasts go by. There goes a cheerleader-type babe, now a mature woman whose massive breasts practically say "Ga-BONG, ga-BONG" with each step she takes. I take off my glasses to clean them, but am captivated by the sight of a woman coming this way. Even with my fuzzy vision, my cock is getting chubby from che...
*Inspired by the deleted scene where Pam jokes about not being the jealous type. Friday afternoon had gone slowly for Jim. Pam took the Friday off work to go to her friends bachelorette long weekend. Without her at work he felt a little lost. He had his usual glances to the reception desk. Pam had moved on from reception a while back but he still had an unb...