"So, how was that, baby? Sex with Eric for the first time. With Bobbie, too, for that matter?" I asked my fiancee, Carly, who smiled at me as we showered together during a lull in the orgy. "Papi...that was the best thing that we've done together, you, me, Eric, Bobbie, all having fun together. We really should do that regularly, permanently, wife-sharing,...
I hate it when my wife goes out of town. I am left to my own devices and do not do well under those circumstances. God knows I am too old to hang out at clubs and I am not a neighborhood bar kind of guy She tries to take the pressure off by getting some of her friends to invite me over for dinner, but if she is gone during the week I usually decline. I can...
I hate it when my wife goes out of town. I am left to my own devices and do not do well under those circumstances. God knows I am too old to hang out at clubs and I am not a neighborhood bar kind of guy. She tries to take the pressure off by getting some of her friends to invite me over for dinner, but if she is gone during the week I usually decline. I can...
Chapter 12. (Bobbie and Wiley decide its time to go back to Texas). Bobbie and I went to bed after Julie and Joe left. Bobbie asked why I didn't fuck Joe in the ass, after all he fucked me. "Did you see his ugly butt?" I remarked. Bobbie giggled and said she wouldn't like to fuck him either. We had dabbled a little bit in the art of BDSM. Bobbie really...
"So, this is the new girl, eh? The one who captured our Mario's heart. Don't let him pretend otherwise. He wouldn't have agreed to marry a girl who didn't do that to him. I know him, intimately, in case you didn't already know that. We're lovers, at least I hope that we still are. Eric and I would be very disappointed otherwise. We're still lovers, aren't we...
CHAPTER SEVEN: AN UNEXPECTED WEDDING GIFT Ah, Liz… Liz was a hanger-on to our core group. A little younger, a little crazier. She dresses with a hippy tie-dye blouses and long skirts that hid what promised to be an exceptional body that has long and lean with curves to spare. I had had several hot slow dances with her over the years… the kind that let y...
Robertson Russell's cell phone rang as he was haranguing Ned Crawford his chauffer from the back seat. "I want this car polished more, Crawford!" Robertson lectured. "You're not working hard enough, man." Ned Crawford nodded his broad black face, trying to hide a grin, as Russell continued his screed. "You aren't supposed to just sit around in the corpora...
Author's Note: This is a story about how a chance meeting led to a much younger woman becoming an intrinsic part of an older bachelor's life. Readers be warned that if you are looking for raunchy and frequent sex, you will be disappointed. The sex that follows is just the spice added to the meat and potatoes of the love story This is my first venture into...
The farm was aptly named Cheyenne Villa because Indians lived there before the settlers. Bobbie found lots of nice second hand furniture cheap and new linens and curtains. I picked up the old Chevy from Pete's garage and body shop so Bobbie would have a car. The barn was spacious with a huge loft and stables for two horses but no electricity. Fortunately I...
Author's note: This is the third 'Toyboy' story and follows in the timeline from 'Toyboy Hits the Road'. It can be read easily as a stand-alone story, however. AT HOME WITH THE TOYBOY 1986, Yorkshire, England. Part One Chapter 1 My dad was a flat cap wearing, straight talking, no-nonsense, Yorkshire stereotype. If you crossed him, the...