For over two decades, I've dreamed about Joyce's breasts. Or, I should be respectful and call her by her married name, Mrs. Coppersmith. She was my first employer's wife, and we formed a kindly friendship based on mutual interests in the arts, music, and theater. I would often see her at events, dressed to the nines and looking stunning for an aging wife....
When a perfect opportunity presents itself, it can be hard to know if taking advantage of a lady in distress will be worth the risks involved. I consider myself lucky this time, but I had plenty of reason to worry. Renovation of classic old homes is my business, and I was called by the wealthy Willoughby family to replace a chandelier in their large dining...
You never know what might happen in when you go grocery shopping. I was home from college, and I had run out to pick up a few things. In the bakery aisle, I ran into the mother of one of the most popular girls in my old high school. Mrs. Hancock was an older version of her beautiful daughter. She'd retained her figure and looks into her fifties. "Hi, Mrs. H...
Mrs. Coppersmith, or Joyce I should call her now that we'd become more familiar with one another, was clearly in heat and wanting to be violated by a younger man. My cock was aching for release from my pants so that it could also look at Joyce's breasts and get ready for her pussy. As she stood braless, with her knockers looking spectacular, I began to und...
My apology was long overdue. As I sat with Mrs. Filmore at the coffee shop, my nerves rattled as I began to offer my apology. I had known her for almost twenty years, beginning when we served together on a civic committee. I was immediately attracted to her. We struck up a friendship, and even though she was my senior by two decades the age difference was a...
The sunset was so lovely from my balcony as I enjoyed my evening meal served by handsome Franklin. What a day it had been. I had no idea that such resorts were truly real places. One hears about Caribbean vacations where wives get away to refresh themselves and where attractive local young men serve them perhaps in more ways than one. Today, I had seen with...
It was New Year's Eve. My wife and I were getting dressed to meet her work mate Doris and her husband. We had never socialized with them, and I wasn't sure that it would be all that much fun especially on New Year's Eve. But I was game since it would please my wife Victoria. As we dressed, Victoria put on the new lingerie I gave her for Christmas. "Nice," I...
The next day I arrived at the office with a quickening heartbeat. Soon, the young bride-to-be Maddie was due for her appointment. Yesterday our session with her hubby-to-be was a thrill, and I hope he felt the same. Little did he know that our "counseling" had no basis in honorable practice, but I felt that what he taught him would be valuable. It certainly...
As my college year came to a close, an email from Mrs. Cunningham asked me to be part of the summer community production of "The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas." She wrote, "Your skills made our last production such a success, and we thought that you might enjoy helping us plan and stage this play, and perhaps you might act in it, too." The choice of play...
I've known Mrs. Kaufman since I was a child. She attended our church, and she was the wife of one of my father's business colleagues. When I was young, I did not give much thought to Mrs. Kaufman, but as I entered my teens I admired her large breasts. Hers were not the enormous balloons that look fake, but they were prominent and always well-displayed. As...