Jen hurried from the bathroom, feeling unsteady in her high heels. It had gotten crowded. She looked for Michael but didn't see him. Confused and needing to settle her nerves, she went to the bar and ordered a white wine. She drank it quickly, and ordered another. "Party girl, that's what I like," Jen heard someone say behind her. She turned and saw it was...
Author's note: This is a summary of how my three-day sexual odyssey with my best friend and his wife during a trip to Big Bend National Park affected the three of us long after we returned home. I encourage you to read the first three parts of the story (Wife-Sharing on Vacation; Day 1, Day 2, and Day 3) to provide an understanding of the circumstances leadi...
Rick and Victoria were sitting on a park bench watching the ducks and swans and the clear blue sky. They'd been at the park for a few hours now and they were the only people there. The park was built on two acres of land. There were no slides or swings, no basket ball courts or picnic areas, just grass and benches, but there was a swimming pool in the middl...
15. The early morning sun streaming through the slatted window coverings tugged at Michael's eyelids. The pattern they made on his face annoyed him as he tried to find a comfortable position to fall back to sleep. Eventually, he gave up, turned onto his back and irritatedly rubbed the night away from his eyes. He felt his chin then decided he didn't have en...
I'll be forty next year. What I'm about to tell you happened eighteen years ago. It's only after reading other people's experiences online that I'm beginning to take ownership of that event. All through my twenties I was disgusted by the memory of what I allowed that night, but these days those memories burn white hot and I find myself wishing it could hap...
Emilliae spent the entire two hour drive back to my house sitting on my lap with my cock up her ass. She didn't bounce or grind, she just sat there, moaning and occasionally screaming as the vibrations of the car and the bumps in the road were enough to make her cum every so often. Thankfully, while her ass was tight and felt amazing around my dick, the moti...
If nothing else K. Linford Little is predictable. I've said it before, and will say it again, the man is set in his ways. He works 50 hours a week. He adores his daughters. Loves his wife too. Oh, I guess some might argue that, since he regularly asks for blow jobs from his girlfriend (that's me!) that he doesn't really love his wife. But I believe he real...
I might be a cuckold. I'm not sure. Ask my wife. Three years ago, my wife Marilyn's affair with a coworker had just ended. Although I was responsible for suggesting she have the affair, I illogically experienced a brief spat of jealousy during their relationship which ended about four months after it had begun. Despite that brief and unpleasant interlude,...
As soon as I saw her again, it was as though the last year had never existed. All the old feelings immediately came flooding back. Up to that point it had been a fairly normal Saturday afternoon; a few drinks and a game of pool in a local bar followed by the weekly dreaded tour of the supermarket buying any convenience foods that happened to be packed for si...
The next morning Martha awakened at 8 AM, Hal was already outside continuing with the repairs around the house, He is feeling better, but still couldn't work full time at his regular occupation as the doctors won't release him. The Doctor telling him on his last visit, "You may not be able to return to your construction occupation ever, as it is too strenu...