The thick oversize first-class envelope didn't feel like junk mail, so Brandi took a second look on her way to the waste can. It had a return address at 550 East 50th Street, Level 45, New York, NY. That was uptown, East side, near 5th Avenue shopping and Grand Central, just a few blocks from Stuart's office in the uptown financial district. Brandi opened th...
We were three drinks into the evening by the time we ordered food. So we were feeling pretty good. Despite Peter being in his upper 50s and about 10 years older than me, he could definitely hold his liquor. As a result, the conversation was flowing freely as I brought up his penchant for bedding married women. "It's great because they never want anything l...
I woke up the next morning and turned on the computer and went straight to our pictures. Good! Phillip commented on most of the pictures I had posted and sent a new email directed to my wife. I decided not to open the mail, I'd leave it for Brittney to reply back hoping she'd fall for the bait. I skimmed through some of the comments noticing how polite Phill...
This story is loosely based on certain drawings by a pornographic cartoon artist calling himself (I assume it's a 'he') Xarcturus, or ArcturusX1, specifically a series entitled Intermezzo, showing exuberant love-making between a diminutive satyr and a red-headed BBW (the artist calls her Aileen; I have changed that to the Hebrew name Ilanah, for reasons expl...
"So I have two friends who couldn't believe you eat your cum from me." I looked at my wife with disbelief. What had she just said? "I'm sorry, what did you say?" "I said, I have two friends who couldn't believe that you lick and swallow your cum from me after we make love." I paused and looked at her. I still wasn't quite sure I had heard her correctly, b...
It's been a while. Early onset arthritis in my hands kinda helped the delay. ******** "How long have you been fucking him?" I asked, as the chaos swirled on around us. Margot stared at me, as tense and on edge as a cat meeting another cat in an alleyway. Her eyes darted here, there and everywhere. "Why did you hit that man?" she shouted. She needed to, t...
This story is a continuation of my previous one, Berhem's Two Husbands. You really ought to read that one first, to understand what's going on. This sequel focuses a bit less on anthropology, and more on the feelings of the protagonist, Berhem, about her polyandrous marriage. And around the middle of the story, there's lots of explicit sex. I'm not sure why,...
"Did you see that?" I asked no one in particular. Attending a Chemical Engineers convention in downtown Kyoto, I decided to venture out past the touristy area, hopeful I would find something interesting. It was nice to stretch my legs. I had never been one for the pomp and circumstance of large groups. I left my nametag in my room, and walked off premises t...
So, you want to be a hot wife, yes? Let me make it simple for you my dear future soulmate, a hot wife is exactly what the name suggests: She is a married woman (who aims to remain married) who also feels attractive and sexy. Therefore, a hot wife is neither a carless woman who doesn't look after herself but wants to get free ticket to sleep with other men...
It started as a bit of a flirt between very good friends. Dancing with each others spouses, we graduated from some rock 'n roll to smooch. I was with Maggie's husband Todd and she with my David. We looked across at each other and smiled a reassuring grin of confidence because we all knew each other so well. But we'd perhaps had a little more wine than norm...