Author's Note: This story is a continuation of three other stories. Some time back I received an email from a fan telling me how much she liked my stories. A week later she sent me another email commenting on another story of mine. Then she said that she wished she could write: * "I've turned into one of your slut wives. If I could write I could probably m...
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My wife of twenty two years has always been a very conservative dresser. When we were first dating I was impressed with her modesty. She always felt uncomfortable having men gawk at her. She wore bulky sweaters so as not to accent her breasts, pleated skirts to cover up her hips and buttocks. She does have a beautiful, well rounded, firm ass. Our daughter re...
Linda sat at the kitchen table staring down at her now empty coffee cup. She was not looking forward, to today's discussion with her husband Jim. Luckily their kids were still at the neighbors, on a sleep over, so at least they weren't going to be here for all the yelling and screaming that she knew was going to happen. Damm, it started off as just a little...
Penelope lived on the ninth floor of her apartment building and hated doing laundry so she'd procrastinate, as long as possible, which meant she usually had three large, full, bags. The laundry room was in the basement so whenever she'd, finally, decide it was time to do laundry, she sure as hell wasn't going to make two trips! So, she'd load her small frame...
First Friday When David awoke, he was amazed by the realization that he had dozed off. Not for the first time that night, he apprehensively checked the clock on Debbie's nightstand. The time was half past two. David nervously checked his phone messages again. As a safety precaution he had insisted that if his wife's First Friday went beyond just dinner, s...
I wasn't too tired to go anywhere the next morning, although I wouldn't have minded a few more hours in bed with Becky. When you see a beautiful woman walk naked into your bedroom, pull back the duvet and slip in beside you, it makes you think you have conquered the world. The first time with a new woman is totally exciting and totally frightening at the sam...
I sat flipping through the pictures on my phone. The first one had come exactly a year ago, it showed my beautiful Rubenesque wife sitting on a bar stool smiling into the camera. Her flaming red hair cascaded down her back falling almost to her waist and her thick gorgeous thighs were on display in the photo as the deep black velvet dress she wore rode high...
The next morning Jack was up early, Dot had been up earlier as he had awoken forty minutes earlier and had heard Dot in the shower. He lay in bed thinking about what he had read last night on his phone; mum was hot, very hot, he then checked his phone, mum hadn't been active since three minutes past twelve this morning. Her user name was hot mum; she had lef...
Bryan and I (Dirk) have been friends since he and his family moved to our town. We met for the first time when school started. I was in the third grade and the teacher introduced all the new kids in the class. Bryan was assigned a desk next to me and we just hit it off from the start. We were different as night and day as far as looks were concerned. He was...