To cleanse the palate, a story from another lifetime. No drama, no tension, and no burning bitches or bastards. Just good, clean fun among consenting adults, with lots of sex and hardly any plot. * When Kathy and I decided to begin swinging, our goal was to add some fun and excitement to our lives, step outside of our comfort zone, experience new adventure...
The hinges exploded off the door, as the old man launched from the rear of the decrepit house. I hadn't been laid in a week. This arthritic bastard, wielding his cane like a broadsword, wasn't gonna make my quest for copulation any easier. "Get the hell off my property, you son of a bitch!" the decaying geezer shrieked. Gazing between my legs, I was still...
John was a tall, heavyset man, with American Indian features, deep brown eyes and a smile that lit up a room when he entered it. His wife's name was Kandy, a petite BBW with red hair, emerald-green eyes, and a cute button nose. She had a vivacious attitude toward like, love, and sex. Both of them were retired, and spent their time traveling and spoiling thei...
Watching my Somali Muslim husband Omar Suleiman's soulful brown eyes, I smiled as I began sucking on Tyson Jacobsen's long and thick Caribbean dick. Omar Suleiman, a short, slender yet muscular, forty-something Black man of Somali descent with light brown skin and a cool bald pate, watches as I, his darling Somali-American wife, suck off another man. That's...
Dean manipulates his wife for her to unknowingly flash his friends her naked body. In the way she turned to look at Dean when giving him that come hither look, obviously Kim couldn't believe her husband allowed her to go to bed alone and horny again. How could he stay downstairs to watch television when she was a little drunk and a lot horny? Definitely she...
The Swingers Pride Parade Why not? Why not now! By Morris40 My wife and I retired recently. We had worked hard and planned well so we had the means to retire when we were still able to enjoy what we wanted to do whenever we wanted to do it. And yet, we have a lot to lose if our friends and relatives find out about one of our favorite activities. The comp...
I regularly travel to a European city on business trips. I always stay at the same hotel, just a couple of streets away from the city's red light district. In the sex shop and brothel lined streets there's one destination I head for - that famous, or perhaps more correctly infamous, club. "STRIPTEASE! LIVE ACTS! GIRLS!" Reads the flickering neon sign above...
This story is a quickie, short and to the point. It was easy to write because it actually happened to me, so I didn't have to spend any time inventing a plot line. On the other hand, it's not much of a plot line – which is frequently the case with true stories. My wife, Gina, and I occasionally visit swingers' clubs. I say "occasionally" because though we...
Chapter 7 And Still More Benefits Temporarily exhausted and still nude, the two couples retired to the living room, bringing towels with them to put on the sofas before they sat on them. Without any one saying anything, Nora joined Gerald on one sofa while Aiko sat with Ryan on the other sofa. For several minutes, they quietly basked in the fading after-gl...
The empty shell of the townhouse still smouldered as the fire crew carried out the charred remains of another victim. The corpse soon joined the line of black body bags behind a parked ambulance, hidden from the gathered TV cameras. No doubt an effort to give them a dignity in death that they didn't have in life. So… what happened at this old townhouse? DC B...