This is a story of adultery and vengeance. Morals be damned. Using a married woman's body for nothing more than to be able to look a man in his eyes and know I've fucked his wife. And I enjoyed it. If that isn't your cup of tea, then you better stop reading now. Don't put yourself in undue stress by continuing to read something that upsets you. Now tha...
I admit it. I'm the jealous kind. But when you've gota wife as beautiful as mine, who always seems to attract the attentions of every man at every party we go to, well, it's not hard to be jealous. I'm not saying my wife looks for the attention, or that she's ever responded to it – I'm sure she hasn't, in fact – but I know she enjoys it. And it drives me cra...
Author's Note: Once again I want to thank Techsan for taking time from his busy schedule to correct my spelling and punctuation errors for me Please provide feedback. It is the only payback we authors get for our efforts. Thanks It was a Friday night in mid-June and I was sitting at gate 56 in Terminal 5 at Los Angeles International Airport trying to get...
This is a true story that has developed over the past 3 years. It is about our experiences with swinging and how it introduced us to open marriage, bi, and inter-racial sex. The party continues. "Ready for some more, sugar-pie?" Anthony said. "Hell yeah!" Suzy turned over on got on her hands and knees presenting her sexy bottom to Anthony. "Get you coco...
Author's note: The male protagonist here is the very same Nick from my 'Buttfuck Buddies' stories. The events described here take place a couple of years before the ones in that series. This is a work of fiction. All characters are eighteen years or older. Don't expect realism and you won't be disappointed when you don't find it! Enjoy! ***** Whistling...
Prologue "yes! Yes! YES!" Stephanie panted, lost in blissful ecstasy. "Don't stop Tony. Please don't stop! Oh, yes!" Stephanie's body quaked from the breathtaking orgasm. Tony held Stephanie tightly as he made love to his wife in a hidden back corner alcove on the third level of the city's large art museum. She loved the way she felt in the strong arms of...
Hi, the name's Gough... Wank Gough! Not as in 'van go', which does sound a bit wanky come to think of it, but as in 'wank off'. I like to think it has resonances of wanking as an art form like how my name-sake Vinny's painting 'Starry night' immortalises my purple nozzled yoghurt spinner cumming like a fountain! What I'm trying to get across is the majest...
Bam and Rick were looking at Silke. "You ok?" Bam asked concerned and a little bit scared. "NO!" Silke replied short. Bam wrapped himself around Silke "Poor sweet Monster." "Bam don't!" "Silke don't let it get to you, you have Ville, and he really loves you. And you have all your friends." "I know but I waited so freaking long to hear her say those wor...
Becoming a divorcee at my age had never crossed my mind. Now I was on of those statistics I used to read about. For quite some time now I had been trying to come to terms with how I, in my stupidity, had ruined what John and I had together. My thoughts had been around and through all of what I had done with Bill, and why I even allowed myself to do those thi...
I hadn't planned on becoming one of those men who picked up horny housewives or other equally horny women afternoons at the grocery stores around the town I lived in but a chance encounter with a younger woman from my past changed all of that. I had been happily married and totally faithful for twenty six years until my precious wife Brittany was taken from...