I'm Allie, 56-year-old wife & mom. My 25-year-old son likes to bring some of his friends over that are 18-25 and make me act all flirty with them and dress up in stuff like short shorts and miniskirts. In real life I'm a fairly conservative, short, bubbly blonde... a bit like a cute little muffin see? In my fantasy world I'm a submissive slut for my son's fr...
Chapter 11 -- Another Star Lights Up Roy sat in one of the more comfortable chairs on the patio with a circle of friends around. Elise returned to her chair with a glass of water for Roy, and a Southern Comfort Manhattan for herself. He looked longingly at the alcoholic drink as she sipped and talked to Pam. Dave said, "So, what is your physical therapy al...
Susan loves to expose her naked breasts to men so long as it appears accidental. The mall is Susan's favorite place to flash her body and being that there aren't very many women's dressing rooms left that have curtains instead of doors, Susan was a frequent shopper of Helen's Dress Shop. She wasn't the only one who knew that this dress shop had curtains ins...
She was out again. Late. Always late. I lay awake in bed, trying to read, but instead thinking "Where is she? Why doesn't she want to stay at home with me? Why does she have to be so late?" I couldn't concentrate on my book as I lay there alone in an empty house. Things hadn't exactly been perfect since the wedding. Her career had taken off while mine had...
Damn, I think, what in the world am I going to do now? Can I accept what happened last night and go on or is my marriage to the woman of my dreams over? What I had thought would be a wonderful vacation had now turned into a vacation from hell. My wife Pam and I had rented this cabin on the lake for a week, from Saturday noon until Saturday noon, and it was...
It would be best to read Vacation from Hell, Chapters 1 and 2 and Vacation to Hell, Chapter 3, before reading this. Thanks to all who have sent feedback, Your comments and suggestions are appreciated. Thank you. I awoke Monday morning with a bad taste in my mouth, remembering what had taken place last night. Still seeing that tongue that I loved to suck and...
I've always kept things simple. I've tried to ask very few questions, take things as they come, and often let everything ride on serendipity. I hated "should be" or "supposed to be". Questions often stopped things in their tracks. Is it something to be proud of that Jenn was the only married woman that I personally knew that I ever caught myself fantasizin...
My wife Michelle had come home from her work at her law firm at about 7pm. It was Monday. All weekend starting on Friday night she had either been at the bar or walking the street in front of the bar as a whore for a gang. This had been her choice, to become a whore and experience the thrill that the sexual depravation gave her. In the months that followed s...
She smiled to herself as she hung up the phone. She had just done something that she hadn't thought she was capable of - she had said no to Jake. The call had come at eleven-thirty. "Meet me at one in room 416 at the Marriott. Wear something sexy and make sure you have your diaphragm in." "Sorry Jake, I can't make it." "What?" "I said I can't be there."...
David’s Next Visit I spoke with my brother several times in the days after the B-B-Q. He was even more excited by the promises my wife had made him as she fucked him for the second time that day. “You mean it?” he asked. “She really meant it?” David is fifty-four years old – a good-looking man at 5’8” and 155 lbs. He’s been a runner for years and conseq...