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by wildchief1967 on Sep 14, 2017
Erotic Couplings

Laying back along the couch, my legs stretched out across the floor from where my bottom sits at the edge of the cushion, my eyes close in the late afternoon sun. Jeans cling to my hips, tempting him where they hug my form and end at my waist, giving way to the shirt that caresses my chest and shoulders. Taking my hand, he lifts it to his lips, half-smiling...

Tight Jeans

by twatchman on Sep 25, 2017
Loving Wives

The nasty talk starting a dozen years after we were married—when we were at a church picnic no less. I was wearing a pair of jeans right out of the dryer, so they happened to be tight and clingy. My husband Carl told me he overheard two of his friends talking about how much they admired my rear end--only he used a three-letter word for it, a word he knew I d...

Tight Jeans Ch. 02

by twatchman on Sep 25, 2017
Loving Wives

Some would say I should be proud that my bride was a good little Christian virgin on our wedding day. But for me there was down side to marrying a girl who was sure The Almighty insisted that she remain an unopened, pristine little package until she got herself a husband. Melanie had been raised in a very religious household. The only reference to sex I ev...

Those Jeans Don't Fit

by whostheboss on Sep 12, 2017
Anal

Molly lies on the bed, wiggling her way into her new pair of jeans. "Almost there," she grunts. She's got this habit of buying clothes online that don't quite fit her, but she never wants to declare defeat. She's squeezed the button shut somehow and jumps up from the bed. She's got a bowlegged stance and looks pretty uncomfortable. "Not bad, right?" she say...

Dark Jeans, Dark Eyes Ch. 02

by IlizaDanil on Sep 16, 2017
Interracial Love

So there I was. Married, tired, overburdened, and enthusiastically greeting my new, uh, friend at his home. It had been hard to part ways when I'd last seen him, and we kept saying goodbye, but continuing the conversation as people reluctant to part often do. We'd texted several times in the last five days and talked once. I showed up at his home, a prelude...

Dark Jeans, Dark Eyes Ch. 08

by IlizaDanil on Sep 16, 2017
Interracial Love

We lay together in his bed, the familiar space, the spicy scent of some of the candles mingling with the roses and rose petals, which were everywhere. This had been my happy space for some very intense weeks. Then I had hated it, never wanted to set foot in it again. I tried to remind myself of the two girls at the party, of all the women he had fucked in t...

Dark Jeans, Dark Eyes Ch. 07

by IlizaDanil on Sep 16, 2017
Interracial Love

So I've essentially confessed twice to my husband that I've been messing around on him. And he hasn't really acknowledged it either time. Maybe it doesn't interest him. Two days after Juan just showed up at my house, he then asked me to come to his house. I wasn't sure if he wanted to clear the air, or to find the place where we were only a couple of weeks...

Dark Jeans, Dark Eyes Ch. 06

by IlizaDanil on Sep 16, 2017
Interracial Love

We'd had sex in my kitchen, which I had just carefully cleaned the day before. I had been inhaling the scent of bleach on my counter, while he fucked me from behind, pounding into me. Now he had found a clean dishtowel, was running it under the warm water, wiping us both up. "You know more Spanish than I thought," he finally remarked. "Yeah. And you calle...

Dark Jeans, Dark Eyes Ch. 05

by IlizaDanil on Sep 16, 2017
Interracial Love

WHERE ARE YOU? the text demanded. I looked up briefly from my morning beverage, and ignored it. Like I'd been ignoring Juan's texts and voicemails for the last week. When I was driving home from the party, my phone had beeped. It was Oscar, texting me, telling me he was really glad he'd met me, and to please stop reading texts while driving. And if I'd alr...

Dark Jeans, Dark Eyes Ch. 04

by IlizaDanil on Sep 16, 2017
Interracial Love

I've spent a lot of time with this new lover of mine. We've talked, a lot, about our lives, our selves, what we wish for. We've gone out to eat a couple of times, and we've had epic amounts of sex. When we have talked about my marriage, I've not put any qualifiers on it. Juan knows I'm unhappy, but that I love my spouse. Juan understands that my sex life wi...