For Leanne's birthday, my wife Debra wanted to do a dinner party at our house for Leanne, Sheri, and Jeni. The three women were all my wife's former college roommates from two years ago when they had rented an off campus apartment together for their senior year. Perhaps I should describe these women for you so you know how lucky I was every time I visited m...
"Did I tell you you could put on shorts?" Sara asked as she walked past me doing the dishes. The door slammed shut behind her. I scrubbed a pan, trying to pretend her question had been rhetorical. But I didn't really think that tactic would work, and as I heard her walk up behind me, I knew it hadn't. I felt her breath on my neck, and saw her arm reach pas...
Another loud roar of laughter erupted from the dining room. Yumi glanced up from her English book for the third time, staring wistfully at the door that connected the kitchen to the more formal dining area. It was "Poker Night" in her exchange family's household. Mrs. Gillespie had abandoned the house for the night, off to see her sister who lived all the wa...
My wife Dana and I have been married for 10 years. She is 5ft6in 130ibs with 38dd natural boobs that she loves to show off. Her voluptuous body is compliments her girl next door face. The story that I am about to tell you really changed our lives. First let me give you some backgroud. Before Dana and I got married we used to go to Las Vegas at least once a...
Part 1 – The Game "Who ever wins, the other one has to be a sex slave for a day." Those words had rattled around in my mind all day. Mary loved to bet on things, and we loved competing – from silly things like online games, to racing to get somewhere, anything. The bets were frequently trivial – taking out the trash, doing the dishes, cooking dinner. Every...
"We're gonna beat you so bad!" Pepper laughed. She was feeling quite cocky. Her college football team, the Golden Tigers, had mauled their opponents for the last 6 games. As head cheerleader, she had screamed herself almost hoarse by the end of each game. She'd run into the head cheerleader of their traditional rivals, the Silver Mustangs, quite by chance. B...
I sipped my drink, watching the action around me, and sighed. It seemed like watching was all I ever got to do. I was stuck in a catch-22: I wanted to find someone who could accept everything about me, but I wasn't willing to tell anyone anything about me until I was sure they'd accepted me. A gay BDSM club probably wasn't the best choice for having deep per...
I walked down those stairs into the foyer wearing nothing but a bra-less, crotchless teddy, much like the ones Lori and Della wore but with no garters, and a pair of black high heels. I was allowed a super-short, sheer robe that didn't even reach mid-thigh as a cover up. Anyone who followed me back up the stairs would get one hell of an eyeful. Will was sta...
Ladies out there, I have no idea if you'll read a guide on the minds of men, but here goes. I've been given the ol' "Men are from Mars and Women are from Venus" book from my girlfriend. (I alone was supposed to read it mind you. The compromises for women were apparently of no use). I've read my fair share of Cosmo articles (again, from the girlfriend as I ge...
The first spurt of semen hit the glass panel of the shower screen, and dribbled down the glass, shortly followed by the second, third, and fourth, which pumped out over my fingers and thumb, to be washed away in the cascading water. The noise of the shower masked the quiet grunt of satisfaction I uttered, from the previous few minutes of soaping my erect co...