Patricia was thirty-three-years-old and the mother of four kids. Pat had been married at eighteen before the introduction of the pill and H.I.V. Her husband didn't like condoms and was supposed to pull out but often ended up by cumming in her. She popped out a kid-a-year the first four years they were married. Pat worked full time as a tele-type-setter for...
Chapter 4 June has a late night, sexy date with Mr. X In a fit of rage over catching her husband and mother together in bed, June vented her anger by smashing his picture against the wall. Then, she took out her anger on the vase that her mother had given them for their wedding gift ten years ago. As if a reminder of her life, the smashed pieces that scatt...
When I need to run away from the reality of my life in western Pennsylvania for a few days, I tell my husband that I need a break and I call my friend Richard. Last month, between the snow and the monotony, I needed to get away and so I called him. Richard was as excited as I was about my coming to visit and he told me that my timing was perfect, that the da...
We had become friends because our kids go to school together, now it seems I am the one getting taught a lesson. My wife has just cuckolded me, and I think that is only going to be the start. I am reaching out to help her off the floor where she sits naked and slumped against the wall full of another man's cum. I have 20 minutes to help her get ready for rou...
My husband and I live in a small, conservative, midwest town. We both enjoy an active sex life and are fortunate that there are some larger cities not too far away - where we can be more anonymous and explore more of our fantasies. My husband Jay is a high school teacher and I (Michelle) am an aide in the elementary school. Up until this point our fantasi...
The room was dark when Tom opened his eyes. The only light he could see was from the numbers in red shining from the digital clock on the bed stand. 4:30. The darkness inside and out of the room convinced him it must be A.M. Was it the sound of the front door closing that woke him? His focus shifted to the sounds of footsteps on the stairs then to the elect...
I'm 38 years old. I sing in the choir at our church. The choir is a relatively small choir; our church is a small country church. We have, however, a very accomplished organist and a highly talented Choir Director. The Choir Director is probably in her mid-sixties; she's been running the choir for close to forty years. I find her to be very attractive. She...
The following is an adult story, based on actual events. It is ONLY to be read by individuals 18 years of age or older. Names and locations have been changed for the protection of the people involved. * Since his hair had obviously not been trimmed for a while, it tickled the tip of Ann's nose every time she slid her mouth down the length of his shaft. She...
It's a gray old morning typical of winter in Melbourne, you miss the sun but that's just how it is. I'd hate it in some ways if it wasn't like this, the constant sunshine and heat in the tropics isn't my scene, I love having four seasons. With the seasons comes the variety, the change in mood, the change in activities and most importantly, the change in what...
As we advanced through Italy, our regiment always came across houses that had to be checked for enemy Soldiers. We camped out doors so anyone who was lucky enough to flush out homes was more that happy to go. We faced little resistance from a burnt out army. I was a squadron leader and I got to flush the homes out and take a couple fellow soldiers with me. M...