I was eighteen years old when I met my wife. Our relationship was hot from the start; I was crazy for her, she was crazy for me. However, she wasn't the only one in her family that seemed to have feelings for me. It was cute at first when Erin and I discovered that her little sister Jenna had a crush on me. Jenna was only eight, so obviously this was an in...
Surrey, 1908. My wife was reading the Lady Cyclists' Association News in the drawing room. "You know that new housemaid called Lucy?" asked my wife. I nodded vaguely. "She is a lively creature isn't she?" "I do not know, Eleanor. I have not given it much thought," I said. "She strikes me as a rather simple clumsy girl." "Come with me then and I will sh...
As I walked into the living room after a day at the golf course I was greeted by the sight of my loving wife watching the idiot box. Nothing was out of the ordinary and I asked her if the dinner was ready. She replied that she had called for a pizza because she was not in a mood to cook. Funny, I always thought that sex increased your appetite, it did for me...
She was one of those women. You know the ones sexy as hell, talks like a sailor and has not one ounce of shame in her gorgeous little body. There is just one problem. She is my boss and she is feverishly licking my wife’s pussy while I fuck her from behind. Okay, I got your attention now let me regress. It all started with an innocent work picnic. My w...
© 2018 Jessica Mandella, used by permission, all rights reserved. Introduction. Those who browse my site (my name, plus a dot com) are used to seeing stories about telepaths, casters, super heroes and basically people running a whole lot of supernatural power. This story is about people who don't run power of any sort. I usually explore the human condition...
Shit, I realized I forgot to delete my browsing history. I couldn't do anything about it now, I was still at work and would not be home until late that night. Sarah generally uses the computer but maybe she might not today, or might not pay attention. I tried to convince myself there was nothing to worry about, but the more I did the more I remembered the ra...
Barb, I got a big promotion at the bank!!" I announced, as I entered the house. My beautiful wife of 17 years turned around from the stove of our spacious kitchen, and hurried over to hug me as I strode across the room. "Oh that's wonderful darling. I am so proud of you! You deserve it!" she smiled her teeth perfectly white. She pressed her well-toned body...
To think it all started with a slight indiscretion. There we were, two ordinary couples, living in a small French village. From the outside, so ordinary, so traditional, but behind closed doors lay another story all together. The following is based on fact, but the names and locations are changed to protect the not-so-innocent. But perhaps, I'm getting ahe...
Wes walked into his modest suburban home and kissed his lovely blonde-haired wife Wendy. He stood only 5'6" but felt tall next to his 4'10" wife. She was living proof that good things do indeed, come in small packages. Wendy curved in all of the right places, had an ample bosom, the face of an angel and her blue eyes sparkled. Merely beholding her beauty,...
Stan woke up the next morning and got up quietly to let Francine sleep a bit longer. He decided to make a call to room service for breakfast. They told him that it would take about a half hour to bring the food up so he sat out on the balcony to clear his head. The events of last night were still fresh in his mind. As he looked out on the urban cityscape h...