Blondie Goes Black in New Orleans Hotwife's hubby finds her a black gangsta stud My wife, Blondie, was thirty before she had sex with her first black man, as recounted here in an earlier story. We had been swinging since she was twenty-five, but it had taken a long time and a lot of quiet persuasion to overcome her Deep South upbringing to the point whe...
Chloe was tired: tired and lonely. She had been ten weeks away from home, and driven over ten thousand solo miles, every inch of it on the wrong side of the road. It was just when you thought you were used to it, to driving on the right for god's sake, that your guard dropped and you made some idiotic mistake that could kill you. She hadn't let her guard dow...
Southern wife's interracial adventures This story is a rewritten version of one I posted here at Literotica in 2003 writing as Raven 222. I hope readers will find this reworking, with its enhanced detail and dialogue, to be an improvement. As with my other Blondie adventures, this account is taken from an actual event that occurred much as depicted, my wife...
I adjusted the mask securely into place. No strings or ribbons, this baby was getting glued on with the same stuff Hollywood starlets used to stop nipple slips on the red carpet. I was nervous as it was—I'd have lost my nerve altogether if I thought there was a chance I'd be recognized. I alternated between tweaking my costume and the hairpins holding my lo...
Blondie Finally Begins Her Hotwife Life-#2 in the new Blondie Saga Cajun cutie has her first hotwife sex with a handsome Latino cop while her husband watches Well, my little Southern sweetie certainly liked hotwifery when we finally did it—she loved it, in fact—and from her first hotwife and cuckolding adventure, she eventually would go on to have sex wi...
Tyler and I were in our early twenties when we got engaged after a long courtship, it wasn't that we were afraid to make the commitment to each other, but more that we were so content with each other, time just sort of disappeared on us. We both had the travel bug and decided that the overseas experience was a must before we settled down to married bliss and...
Jared stepped up over the rise of the rocky hill, smiling as he turned to look behind him, back the way he had come. The way down was always harder, wasn't it? he said to himself. Stretching below him on that lovely June day was a vast forested parkland. Jared had set out earlier this morning from his family's campsite, telling them he really wanted to g...
So tonight I finish dinner and go for a walk. Yay me trying to be all healthy. I have my earbuds in listening to some sexy audio by Gael. I'm walking around the neighborhood listening to Gael groan, moan, compliment and talk dirty as hell. Damn I'm getting so fucking hot and it isn't from the exercise. My breathing has been speeding up along with the dampn...
Remember Rear Window, the old Alfred Hitchcock movie? Jimmy Stewart was stuck in his Manhattan apartment with a broken leg, and observed love, angst, creativity, and even murder through his, yes, rear window. I mostly saw sex through mine. I was still a bit new in NYC in the early '80s. Had a 5th floor walk-up in a slummy building. It was a classic illega...
I loved days like today. It was hot and the humidity was rising, as a storm was ready to come ashore. We were walking side by side down the shore towards our private beach. I enjoyed our walks like this, I felt so close to Jon, and even closer to the sea. I loved our life. We have been together since we were both young, our lives seemed to mesh as one. We li...