I would like to thank our fellow Literoticans who helped Kelly and I decide what to do when we went to Montreal and those who gave constructive feedback to my first story. This is sort of a continuation of the first story, but I do not feel it is necessary to read it to (hopefully) enjoy this one. If you wish to read it, you can find it in the "Loving Wives"...
The next morning, I woke up and got moving before Carl and Becca. As I walked into the kitchen, I saw her nightgown and wrap sitting where she'd left them when the two of us had gone to my room, which meant she had gone to her bedroom, if not her bed, with her husband, nude, my seed seeping from between her legs. I took a deep breath and wondered quietly to...
Julie waited. Funny, waiting is generally thought of as an active task. Waiting is usually a passive task. One expects an event to happen and until such time as it does, one does something else. But this waiting was not like waiting for the turkey to cook, and peeling potatoes in the meantime. This was waiting. Julie was actively, in the process of; waiting....
The crash of thunder jarred Trudy MacKaye out of her sleep and before she could turn over to see the time on the bedside clock rain danced heavily against the window as if in a desperate attempt to get inside. She liked to lie in bed and listen to the rain and snuggled deeper under the covers. It reminded her of the first night she lay in this bedroom some 3...
My first experience with Marylyn had indeed been an intense one, and she did precisely what she had to do to establish her dominance over me. Perhaps because I wasn't looking for some soft tender relationship with a Domme, having her use my ass as her personal playground was what it took in my case ... with her fingers deep in my ass I felt utterly under her...
Before you start reading this, I would like to extend my gratitude to the person who helped me with editing and making this story readable. So let's all give a big hand to AVixenLiterally here on Literotica. Oh, and she's also an amazing writer, so be sure to check out her stuff! * Two days later they moved out in the relative cover of darkness. Jackie had...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. ***** When Ralph Waters had bought the DeGarde, Louisiana home, it almost seemed too large for a single man of twenty four years of age to own. It had five bedrooms and four full baths and two half-baths, one on the ground floor, and one on the second fl...
When I returned home, Lyndsay took it easy on me for the first few days. Julie has missed me and wanted to spend time with her best friend. We reconnected by swimming laps in the pool, watching television together, chatting endlessly, going window shopping and of course having shower sex, which now seems to be Julie's favorite way to achieve orgasm. On my...
It was the Friday afternoon, before the Holiday Weekend, and I was driving the car to the ‘Biker Rally’ and ‘Rock Festival’, when I realised that I had a ‘slow puncture’. My husband, Craig, had set off earlier, on his new Honda 750. My mobile phone couldn’t receive a signal, so all I could do was sit by the side of the road; smoke a cigarette and wait for h...
I'm not wearing panties under my elf costume. I have the rest of it, though. Boy, do I ever! Starting at the top, I have a little pointy green hat tipped with a jingle bell... fake elf ears... dangling crystal-snowflake earrings... my own shoulder-length blonde hair brushed smooth and shiny... a crystal snowflake necklace... a low-cut white puffy blouse...