These Date Night stories are 100% true to the personal experiences of me and my wife. I have not embellished or fabricated any of the actions. That being so, some of them may not be as wild as other stories on the site, but you can be supremely confident that every act, thought, and feeling are absolutely real. This is the third entry in the series, and a...
"You gave him my address?" Gemma gave Melissa an incredulous look. "Are you mad? What's wrong with giving him your address?" "Everything," Melissa wailed. "I don't want him to know where I really live." "Why not? Okay, it's small—" "It's tiny. It doesn't even deserve to call itself a studio flat." "Yes, but it's all yours." Her best friend smiled. "At le...
Brad looked at the girl in astonishment. She was in her early twenties, very pretty and, at that moment, looking shocked at what she had just asked him. They were in a busy bar, he didn't know her and she had just asked him one of the strangest and most provocative questions he could imagine coming from a stranger. "Are you serious?" he questioned. "Yes." S...
It was the Sunday morning after the Friday when I had fucked one of my fiancée's flatmates; I had got up at 7 and left my fiancée sleeping. It was now 9 and I'd spent the last couple of hours thinking about what happened on Friday and what Vicky then told me yesterday morning and now I desperately needed someone to talk to. So I went and knocked on my fiancé...
Bound helplessly to the star Gemma trembled in mixed fear, excitement and incredible anticipation straining her eyes in the darkness to see who or what approached. As her eyes fell on a shadowy cloaked figure coming through the archway she felt the knots of anticipation that gripped her stomach tighten their exquisite grip still further. Gliding forward sile...
"You didn't have to dress up, you know. It's just a bridge game at my parents' house between Gemma, Alessandro, you, and me." Maisie flushed as she glanced down at her outfit. She'd tucked her fitted, dark blue jeans into a pair of saddle-brown boots, and thrown a short jacket over a sleeveless blouse. Carolina was right; she was completely overdressed for...
Thank you to all who have commented/rated my previous instalment. I hope this episode does not disappoint you. Mistress began by unhooking the ball weights, making my cock become fully erect, and extracting a muffled scream as the pain in my balls registered. This was made wonderfully strange by Her silk-gloved hand slowly wanking my cock - the first real t...
The woman was heavily pregnant, close to term, her belly roundly distended; it would be a big baby. It was a summer morning, warm in her bedroom as she lay naked on the bed, the sheet scrunched up at the bottom. Her husband had left for work an hour earlier, and she had dozed peacefully in the quiet house. Waking, she looked down her body - her ripe breasts...
I don't remember when I changed from the guy who never wanted another guy to look too long at his girlfriend to someone who needed to watch a man provide my wife with all the joy she could handle. Someone who would take Gemma to a level she'd only occasionally reached with me. We used to share wild thoughts, once another woman, all before kids. We had been...
The position of assistant manager at the elegant country house hotel had come at precisely the right time for you. Your daughters had both gone through university and the house in the impossibly scenic village now seemed too large, echoing with the memory of the laughter that previously had filled your home. The social ties that bound you to the community we...