I was nervous. Karen, my wife of eleven years, had told me to meet her at the Tumbleweed Inn at 3:00. I knew that the bar would be pretty much empty at that hour, and whatever it was she had to tell me would have little to do with partying with her. I didn't know how right I was. The TI was where she and I had met thirteen years before. I had a bad feeling...
Ann put her car in reverse and waved to the sitter. She was leaving her son with a sitter on short notice because she had gotten a phone call from her husband Ed and he was going to be in town for a few hours. He had called and told her to meet him at the airport so they could at least have a few minutes. The car lurched forward as she put it in gear and dro...
Copyright © 2006 by licapeba. All rights reserved. This work may not be reproduced anywhere in any form without written permission from the author. * The morning sun woke me, dappling our bed, dancing soft little shadows and brilliant splashes of light about the bed and the room as the trees outside gently swayed in the morning breeze, filtering the sun po...
I was just twenty minutes earlier than I usually arrived home from work. Things were slow, it was a Friday, and so I left a little early. When I entered our bedroom, I saw my wife, Julie, in the master bathroom. She had apparently just finished taking a shower. She startled a little when she saw me watching her and quickly wrapped a towel around her torso....
Joe stepped out of the office building into the welcoming sunlight. The warm sunshine put a smile on his face and instantly vanished any thoughts of work. It was Friday and his work day just ended so there was much to be happy about. As he walked along the sidewalk toward the parking lot his attention was quickly drawn to a beautiful blonde woman sitting on...
I followed Lisa as she went through the doors of the elevator. She looked at me and said that she was nervous, "I have never did anything like this before." I told her that I knew and that I was also nervous. She looked back at me and asked why I should be nervous, "I am the one that's going to be fucking him...not you." The doors parted and we saw by the si...
This is a true story. And if I wouldn't tell this one, or write it at least, I would never know where to put my guilt. It's not that my husband never knew. He knew that I'm meeting someone, my ex-boyfriend whom I have a daughter with, but we never got married. How did my husband knew, and how did he react to this discovery, is something that I would write la...
Harvey came back, of course. He wasn’t an idiot and my wife’s hot pussy had trapped him totally in their first meeting. This is the second meeting as told to me by my wife and recorded on the tape recorder that was now in a permanent place under our bed when I was away. THE TRUCKER FUCKER (Ch 20a) Harvey strikes again! It didn’t take long for Harvey, once...
As I was getting ready to take my wife out to dinner. I put on my best suit and tie. She was wearing this nice tight red dress. I told my lab assistant James he could leave for the day. We were trying to figure out how come women have amazing Orgasms and men can only get a good one out. As I was tying my tie my wife came up from behind me and said Michael I...
"That's it, baby, roll that fat ass. Work my black cock. Make me cum in your pussy," Ray told the white married woman moaning beneath him, her hands on his dark ass, urging him to fuck her deeper and harder. He tried recalling the middle-age slut's name. Yeah, she was that easy. The first time he'd ever really talked to her was less than an hour ago. Ray ha...