Author's note: Though this story is part of a series devoted to my wife, **This is a stand-alone story** and is the first half of an epic tale. My wife wrote the portion about the Statue Room, which was very eye-opening for me and added a whole new paradigm to our sex life IRL. She also described each of the participants in Room VI per her real-life fantasi...
Part 28: Houses of the Holy At well over a million words, this is one of a handful of the longest erotic stories ever written. The first couple of parts are mostly build up and teasing, but there's lots of sex later on. The story also has love, humor, plot, character, and a lot of popular acclaim, so you should give it a try if you haven't already. It has i...
It was the summer of 69 the first time I saw her. She was wearing a polka dotted dress and looked like a girl from the 50's on her birthday – her sweet sixteen to be exact. (Although she looked like she was 16, I later found out that she was 19 years old and considered a legal adult.) I kept looking for the poodle on the hem of her skirt and the rest of the...
I was still admiring the wonderful view of the ocean when the small two-engine jet touched the runway and we were down on the Nadi International Airport of Fiji. I took my time getting out of the plane as I didn't want to miss the chance to wish my beautiful airhostesses a nice day. They had been wonderful and they were gorgeous - all 3 of them. When I g...
Chapter 7 Wayne climbed the stairs to Stacy's room and knocked softly on the door. "Who is it?" he heard her call out. "It's me," he said quietly. "Come in." Wayne opened door. The room was bathed in candlelight. Wayne gasped when he saw Stacy lying on the bed. She was on her stomach and the bottoms of her bikini were pulled down so that her ass was b...
I woke up the next morning and as I lay there, the memory of what I had done with Trent the night before, and I felt sick. How could I have done that, I had turned into a complete whore. I had lain over the hood of his car and begged him to fuck me like a common slut. My phone rang and I checked the number, it was Trent. I knew why he was calling, to say t...
Author's note: I wish to thank everyone for their feedback and constructive criticism. This may be my last entry for a couple weeks based on my lack of time to write However, I do plan to continue the series. * Mrs. Blair had flown to New York last night. She arrived very late, so she spent the night in the guest apartment. She had just finished taking a...
Chapter 1 - Male Fantasies ========================== OK, with such a title this chapter could easily turn into a novel so let's restrict the scope to "husband" fantasies! In particular, what is it about husbands that they love to watch their wife being fucked by other men? When you're dating, they're all possessive and won't even let you kiss another guy...
Our Wedding was a stressful event. I know, almost all weddings are, but ours was more than most. First of all, taking it place in Piedmont while we were living next to Milan, my parents were more or less in charge. You can imagine the problems, when the mother takes the lead... Second, I was a Catholic marrying a non-Catholic in Italy. It isn't as you thi...
I came home from work to find my beautiful wife Laura laying on the couch reading a book, wearing only a oversized t-shirt and nothing else, Laura is 5'5 blonde hair and very firm c-cup breasts, we have been married almost a year and a half and things were going great. Laura asked me, "Guess who I heard from today? Paul!" I asked who is Paul, she said, I nev...