Heather, my wife of several years, was waiting for me at the kitchen table when I got home from work. "I want you to sit down," she with a calm, but commanding tone to her voice. "What's up babe?" I asked trying to lighten what felt like her dark mood. "Just sit down." Heather is a petite bundle of energy, quick with a smile and a joke. Her eyes dance...
Chapter Two: Little Red Corvette [*A note of explanation. The name I prefer is Bob. Melissa however chooses to call me Robert and her slight Spanish lilt [it sounds more like Row-bert] is so sensual I wouldn't have her call me anything else. Also many of my relatives call me Bobby even though I'm 50 something. I still love them even the ones that voted for...
Eric had just received his first drink in exchange for the token, and was trying to act nonchalant and uninterested as countless leather clad beauties brushed by him; their feminine essences mixed with the scent of their leather- for him a smell synonymous with domination- had his cock quivering to an erection. Each one of the women simply oozed natural supe...
Many years ago my mother-in-law commissioned an artist to do a painting of my wife (her daughter) and our children. My wife, thirty-one years old at the time, went to his studio with the kids and the painter told he wanted to sketch the boys before they got bored and the wife in a second time. In two sessions the kids were done so the wife begun to pose goin...
In the morning Tim awoke first. He noticed the chemise was a little twisted on Suzanne's body which exposed her ass even more. With her on her side it looked like her left breast was going to tear through the thin fabric. He wanted to touch her breast but also respected her need for some extra sleep. After about twenty minutes of being teased by her bulging...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. She washed the car in the late afternoon, when the sun was still hot, but not as hot as it had been. The classic 1972 Chevy Malibu didn't really need washing, but it was a good excuse for her to wear a bikini. It was a good excuse for her to get her skin...
It's Friday night and I am sat in the village pub talking to John. My name is Tim and I am mid fifties. My wife, Rachel, sat across the table deep in conversation with Debbie. About a year ago, we decided to leave the big city life and move to a small village in the countryside. Rachel had retired from her teaching job and I was able to work at home. Our sex...
My name is Dana, I am what is known as a normal housewife. Well, at least I was, anyway. I guess I could be called a "good girl", too. I was a virgin the night my husband came to me the first time, barely 20. I knew what to expect of course but I do have to admit I was scared to death. It wasn't bad, in fact it felt rather nice. Messy, though. I just got...
These days it takes her longer to wax herself. Elissa has spent so long denying herself pleasure. All of her past sexual encounters had been so unsatisfactory that she had long since decided that it was she who was the problem. She had certainly tried - she started waxing - removing more and more to try and feel more sexual but instead of reveling in the si...
Mike Fitzgerald surveyed the traffic and tried to estimate what time he would arrive at work. It was a game he played to fill time on his morning commute that could vary from fifty minutes to an hour and a half. The reason for the long drive was the decision he and his wife, Lynsay, had made to live in a small town well past the suburbs of the city where he...