My final class on Friday is at three and since I had scheduled mid-term exams I had the entire hour to watch for cheaters and plan for what I hoped would be a very hot ménage a trios' later that evening. I knew Marsha wouldn't be arriving until after ten so I would have time alone with Bill before the main event. I had planned on Bill and me watching the a...
Before I married her, I knew Aubrey was a sexual being. It was obvious, from the way she walked to the way she dressed to the way she talked. A petite, 5'6" frame--she couldn't have weighed more than 110 pounds (later, I found out that was exactly what she weighed.) A thin, 25" waist; glorious, high-riding, firm 34C tits; and 36" hips with a small, tight but...
THE PROPOSITION Over the next few weeks one thing made itself perfectly clear; our personal love life was out of this world! For instance, before that fateful night at Lou's Tavern, Holly would rarely give me a blow job. She just didn't like doing it and for sure she most certainly would never dream of swallowing. But now she gives them to me all the tim...
Chapter 1 - Making Love vs. Fucking =================================== Over the years many sanctimonious people have criticized me for my use of the phrase "fucking". OK, so maybe I DO overuse it sometimes but in my defense it's just easier to use then something like "having sex" or other euphemisms. The way I use it I don't see it as a curse word but rat...
WARNING--This is a loving wife story meaning it is about a married woman who has sex with men other than her husband. The story also contains bdsm, fetish and anal sex scenes. If that is not for you then please move on and spare me the comments about how you respect your wife too much to have similar things happen to her, etc. I always get a good laugh out o...
It took us over two hours or so to find a hotel, not that we were looking very hard. We spent that time driving on state highways, talking about us and the future. As long as we were warm and together, it didn't matter. Finally, it was getting dark and we ended up around Rapid City. We found a motel and went in to register. We asked about a diner or the pi...
This story is a continuation of I'm Dating Our Mailgirl. The 1st 14 chapters of that story should be read first for context. All characters are 18 or older and are completely fictitious as is Seahawk Industries. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental and unintentional. MONICA THE HOUSEWIFE I'm not going to bore you with all the dom...
1. The Prospect I was almost late for my appointment but I paused -- actually, hesitated would be a more accurate word, I suppose - to recheck the address. I was sitting in my mom's car, parked in a tidy, tree-lined office park, looking up at the squat, mirrored box of a building in front of me. It was numbered 9951, just like the email had said, but I deci...
"And... What if I start, and I love it, and I don't want to stop, hmm?" Karin says, more than a tad on the teasing side. "Well, honey, all the better," I reply, playing along in the same tone. The worst is, I really mean that. All the way. "I can't believe that," she says, trying to sound matter-of-factly. "You don't say. Of course you believe me. That's...
What a night, my little friend from across the street was having a rough start to her Saturday night. Seeing me on the front porch, Tracy walked over to my place for some solace. Even though I'm well into my thirties, we have been buddies since she was a precocious eight or nine-year-old when I moved in almost a decade ago. My first day, she was on my porch...