I re-wrote this story because the first time, I tried it from a female's point of view, which I found out I should not have done. So, without further ado... -------------------------------------- "Once you are here, I will have her dick in your mouth within five minutes." There is a fine line between cocky and confident, and Jeff came across as the latte...
"Once you are here, I will have my dick in your mouth within five minutes." There is a fine line between cocky and confident, and he came across as the latter. If he did not, I would not drive the couple of hours to see if he was full of shit. He showed me pictures on the internet; pictures of his dick and him standing there holding it, and pictures of i...
The day started out just as any other weekday. Kelly had seen the kids off to school and dropped her husband off at the train and was now at home waiting for the handyman to repair a few things around the house. Kelly had finally talked her husband into hiring someone to do the work since he had been so busy at work lately and no longer had the time to do th...
It was one of those days that most husbands don't look forward to; going shopping with one’s wife and Amit was no exception to the rule. But it was a Saturday in early spring, and moreover they were shortly planning to leave for Goa for their vacation.. While they were on the way to the mall Anita told Amit that she wanted to look for a new swimsuit at a cer...
Ever since the day in the potting shed I hadn't been able to get her out of my mind. The fact that she kept walking around in next to nothing didn't help matters either. Unfortunately, her husband always seemed to be around so I didn't have a chance to get my hands on her again. That didn't stop me from enjoying the view though. My favorite times were when s...
I am not Adrian. I am Donna, his wife. He uses the same password for everything and I've logged on to his account to tell the sequel to "Super Bowl and us three". If you haven't read that story, let me verify it for you. It is true; it really happened. Just the way he wrote it. If you haven't read it, go read it now (in the "loving wives" category), and co...
Deanna looked at her hands as she sat at her kitchen table. Her cup of coffee remained untouched sitting towards her right. Her hands were not remarkable by any means. The fingers were a little short. The nails, which she worked hard to keep up, were the perfect length for her. At the moment, they were painted a very faint pink. On the ring finger of her lef...
My name is Rachel Winston Jacobs. And I am a Muslim. I was born in North London, England, and lived there my whole life. When most people think of a Muslim woman, I'm not what they think of. I stand six feet tall, with long blonde hair and pale blue eyes. I was born in the United Kingdom to conservative Anglican parents. I was a student at Cambridge Universi...
Jim and I have been "secretly" seeing each other close to seven years now and I have to say I've never been happier. We have been caught twice - only caught by text messages and picture/video messages on my cell phone that were found by my white jealous/hurtful/degrading/cheating/lying/scumbag husband. If I didn't give him my phone to roll over my pictures f...
This story starts when I answered an ad on Craig's List. It turned out to be a married woman going through a 6 month period of abstinence since she found out her husband was cheating on her. She married him at only 18. She was now 29 and decided that she was going to get some side action of her own. We exchanged a few emails and pictures and decided to meet...