She wasn't thinking about what she was doing. She was absorbing the experience in almost a daze. But at the same time, there was nothing vague or small about what she was feeling. It was animalistic. Invigorating. Like a little adrenaline mixed with a runner's high poured over a molten bed of lust. Her eyes were fixed on her cock as it drove relentlessly i...
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. * I'm a career soldier and have been in the army now for 18 years. I've had a few bi-sexual experiences with friends while in my teens and early twenties, numerous one-night stand fuc...
I've learned that old habits can be a source of hot sex. My wife and I were walking on a beach along the Oregon Coast. It was an early spring day. Partly cloudy, 65 degrees. Idyllic for Oregon. As we walked we were talking about a mutual friend, Maggie. Maggie had recently divorced after 20 years. She and her husband fell out of love. A few months ago,...
Meet Kean McDowell and his wife Heidi Calloway-McDowell, a nice couple living in the City of Toronto, Ontario. They are passionately in love and exploring the second chapter of their lives. Kean was born and raised in the City of Kingston, Jamaica. Six feet two inches tall, broad-shouldered, handsome and dark-skinned, a fine exemplar of Jamaican masculinity,...
As I looked down at my sleeping wife, I shook my head, and once again marveled at how little I understood about what made her tick. Wearing my usual work garb of a blue suit, stripped tie, on a white shirt, with shined black shoes, I picked up my lap top, brief case, and cell phone, and went through the garage to my car. The last three days had been real s...
We had been to swinger parties before. Hotel parties, house parties, swinger clubs; hell, we've even hosted parties ourselves. So, we were not new to the swinger lifestyle. Generally, it was the same. My wife, Linda and I would talk to another couple and get to know each other a bit. Then, someone would suggest that we move the conversation to more comfortab...
I was 35 when I married Joan, 32. This was my first marriage, her second. She had two sexual partners before marrying her first husband, and three over the eighteen months of being divorced, before meeting me. In all, including me, she had been with seven men, not one of them a "one-night-stand." While she quite enjoyed the sex she had with the three of them...
Joan's Story Author's note: This is part 3 of The Dirty Old Man stories. It's from Joan's POV. It deals with how she has become dependent on the Andrews. This is a fantasy and all characters are fictional. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely accidental. Every character that has sex in this story is well over the age of 18. I do suggest you r...
Chapter 1 - Housekeeping The sun hit Trent's face as he woke up. A welcome change from the grating beeps of the alarm clock. Dreams still ghosted images across his sleepy eyes. Images like shooting jism across Jocasta's tits. Images like topless girls playing on the beach, the water coating their smooth breasts, their nipples erect from the cold breeze. Ima...
Sean and Jennifer had been friends with Lisa and Mike for years. They got along really well and even took vacations together. Sean had always thought Lisa was attractive and loved to sneak glances at her body when she wasn't looking. Whenever they went to a place where they wore bathing suits, Lisa always wore a tiny bikini and Sean would stare at her tits....