It was a long week. Work had taken nearly everything out of Nicki. She needed a break and she needed it soon or else she was going to just crumble. It was 5:45pm and her normal day ended at 6. She could damn near feel each minute ticking away like it was an eternity. It was Friday and she intended to do some heavy partying with her friends. She had even brou...
I have a hobby. I am a 32 year old woman with a figure 38DD - 24 - 36 with long auburn hair and long legs with a height of 5' 10". I get a lot of looks shall we say. My hobby? I am slowly reducing my husband to a slave while I constantly and secretly screw around behind his back. My chief amusement right now is to flirt with his boss, my most frequent lover...
We'd met at work. His is not a physical perfection. A bit thin, a bit hairy, not quite tall enough, a voice a bit too deep to match his boyish face. The coloring of eyes and hair is shades of chestnut. The eyes are big and wide-set, and sometimes he seemed a bit startled and fragile. The lids sometimes would droop low in a languid sensuality as he puffed on...
My wife Ann is thirty-nine tomorrow. Tonight I am enjoying watching my, ever blossoming, 'English Rose' seated, almost naked, at her dressing-table brushing her hair. Three years ago, almost to the day, we invited our long-term, close friend Arik to join us in bed for the first time. Until that night we had never really discussed the subject. I had often s...
"Nigger." I heard the N-word loudly as I come in the front door of my condo from the gym where I'd been lifting weights after getting my daughter, 14, to bed. It was a Wednesday night and my girl from my first marriage had overnight visitation. We don't use the offensive N-word in my home. But it wasn't my daughter's voice. It was my wife's. As I walked up t...
I'm a forty five year old married woman. Not a beauty by most accounts, but not unattractive. I have put on a few pounds, and I don't always keep my hair colored. My breasts have a bit of sagginess to them from a round of nursing and my tummy roll covers my c-section scar. Still, I'm tall and curvaceous, so I can get away with some excess. I believe in keepi...
This story is true with names changed. I live in the country about an hour's drive from Dallas, Texas. The only drinking establishment near me is a country store where several locals and I hang out on the patio side of the store to drink a few beers after work. I was dating Darlene who lives in Dallas. She's a hot little number I met through friends. My n...
Foreword I have been told that I am not so much a cuckold as I am a wittol. Wittol is defined as; a man who knows, condones and even encourages his wife's enjoyment of coitus with another man or men; a contented cuckold. I cannot remember when I first started getting the urge for my girlfriends, ex-wife, even my current wife, CJ, to flirt with other men an...
This is a true story but the names have been changed to protect the guilty xxx *** EVERYONE loves my wife. Men and women; old people, young people -- bikers, barristers and band members. She knows how to make people feel good. It's in her nature to please and she does it well. I knew this shortly after we were married, and I struggled with it for years --...
My coochie yearned for his dick. She needed to be petted and in my mind, he would be the most suitable candidate. Deron was my car detailer. We flirted constantly. I thought about fucking him every moment of the day. I'll be in the grocery store, in a meeting, working out, and even when I ran Mr. Bigg up in me, every night. Deron's biceps were nice and thick...