NOTE: This is the start of a book that I wrote of our (mostly) true adventures in swinging. I hope you find at least some of our adventures humorous. Prologue: Before We Get Started, Please Buckle Up! So. This is the beginning. Of the book. About swinging. No not the jazz dancing kind of swinging. The other kind of swinging. You know. The kin...
About 15 years ago, some friends and I went to Tahoe and stayed in a couple of cabins a few acres apart. After some of us went gambling on the Nevada side, we gathered in one of the cabins for a little party. I had known these friends for about six years, although we had only seen each other off and on. Every time we got together it was as if no time had pas...
Lydia returned to her room to dress, clean and satisfied. She rifled through her overnight bag, knowing that the plan for the day was a walk and a picnic. Lydia selected a small pair of denim shorts and a white vest top- out of consideration for the hot weather. Out of practicality she also threw a cardigan in her handbag. She put on her white bra from the...
Ken Barlow walked home from work. He was tired, felt unrewarded for his labours and to crown it all he suspected Deirdre was having an affair with Mike Baldwin again. He reflected on his life and wondered (as we all have) how a successful graduate, journalist and teacher should be stacking trolleys at the local Freshco supermarket while his one time wife and...
If you met me on the street, you would never believe that in my heart I am just a wimp. You see I'm a big guy, I played football, well at least high school football, and I had a rep as a guy who kicked butt. My problem was with girls, I was such a bumbling idiot around them that most avoided me. If a young lady paid any attention to me, I in turn would do an...
I walked down to the station feeling extremely excited and rather moist between the legs and caught a train into town to meet my boyfriend. The bay in my carriage was empty and with my hands resting loosely in my lap I could feel the outline of my engorged pussy lips. I nearly forgot to tell you that I'd completely shaved that area after my morning shower ex...
This is another story about Matt and Ava, so if you like this you might like "The Mistake." The events in this story take place before the events of "The Mistake." Enjoy! Ava had spent a week trying to figure out what to pack for this camping trip. She never knew just what kind of mood Matt would be in. They had been friends for so long, but sometimes thing...
Contrarily to what you might have seen elsewhere, there is much more to the world of cuckolding than the standard Black dude, white slut and white wimp hubby scenario. My name is Estefano Gunther and I'm a forty-year-old black man living in the City of Hartford, Connecticut. I'm happily married to a six-foot-tall, athletic and absolutely gorgeous, big-bottom...
Quiet as it's kept, the Black cuckolding lifestyle is flourishing in the bedrooms of Black men and Black women across the world, folks. My name is Abdirashid Osman and I'm a big and tall Black Muslim gentleman living in the City of Marietta, Georgia. I was born right outside the City of Atlanta in the summer of 1982, to Abdullahi Osman, a Somali-born America...
My wife Tara is a hot little thing. She's black, 4'11" with a dynamite little body. She's very obedient in bed, but not at all passive. She really likes to go for it. She was a little reluctant when I first met her, but after I'd eventually convinced her to strip and then have sex with me and one of our friends for the first time, she got quite into being pa...