Like most women in their late thirties my sex life had come to a screeching halt after twenty years of marriage. Yeah, Mike my husband wants to fuck me about every couple weeks but it's usually me giving him head for a few minutes before he decides to get on me and pumps away for another few minutes before he cums. Once he cums he gets up washes himself in t...
Life has gotten so complicated, when I was younger, things were simpler. In my day, your parents, and the parents of your intended bride would get together and arrange for the two of you to meet and eventually marry. No troubles of dating, STDs, condoms, or your wife cheating on you and surviving the experience. I turned 85 last month, and I could tell you o...
This story is in response to "Something We Have To Talk About" by nici. I thought the writing was good, but the characters bothered me. The dichotomy between what the wife said she felt about the husband and what her actions showed was too much for me. This is the first of what may turn out to be three chapters. This is my first story, so constructive critic...
While in Palma -- Spain on holidays in 2005 my wife showed me another side of her. It was a week or so after my 30th birthday and we were out at dinner with friends. We ended up going out to a few bars after and consumed quite a few drinks. We decided to leave and walk back to the place we were staying at. I suggested that we call into one of the strip clubs...
It all began with an innocent drink. Cathy and I teach together at a local school. I confess I liked her ass as she swayed down the hall on the way to class. She's short, a bit dumpy really, with short brown hair streaked with blonde, but I loved that ass. I really wanted to see the other side of that ass, her brown cunt between her thick thighs. One day,...
She worked for them for over 10 years, a husband and wife. The wife wasn't into sex of any kind, he always wanted it . He had, had many affairs, but she never saw him cheating on her. She always liked him, he was a nice man, sweet almost to the point of being weird. Nevertheless, he was very handsome. Every time he was in the same room as she, her body wou...
It's sometimes said of strip poker that it's a game that's regularly fantasised about, but very rarely played for real. And perhaps I haven't been going to the right parties, but it seems likely to me that there's more than a grain of truth in that -- while games designed as a thin excuse to see your friends in a state of undress (or to snog or grope them) a...
Lea suppressed a smirk as she skimmed through the e-mail and clicked on its Web site link, as she realized that Jack's most secret shame had been revealed to everyone on the Internet, by the most hilariously humiliating means imaginable. Lea had been forwarded a free membership to "Mister Micropenis," a creation of a fellow ex-girlfriend of Jack's, that con...
We got to the hotel a few hours before the concert that night. James and I had decided to drive rather than fly since we had three days to explore the city! We loved going out of town together. We were both busy with work and since James was tired from the drive I suggested he lay down for awhile. The hotel was close to the arena and since our room was nice...
I grabbed my toolbox and headed out. It was about eleven. I – do house stuff. Carpentry-like. All your regular stuff, whatever, I fix. Freelance Carpenter/mechanic would be my job title, I guess. My name's Cita – Tacita – James. I pulled my truck (it looks like a rat trap but it purrs like a kitty – more like a great big lion actually. Okay - it's small, bu...