Warning: As mentioned several times, this is a slut wife interracial story. The husband finds out and approves of his wife's activity. If this type of story offends you, do not read it. For those idiots that insist on sending racially bigoted e-mails, I will not read them; so don't waste your time. * Vicky awoke the following morning wondering if it had a...
"Who is it?" I called, from behind my front door. Just hearing Pete's voice had my head in a spin. I pulled open the door and dragged him inside. "Pete it's not even 6 yet, what are you doing here?" "I've come to tell you something. I really love you, and I know you hate me for what happened yesterday. But I promise I wasn't doing things just because of...
Lisa opened the door silently. One of those annoying little bells that hang behind a door to announce a visitor's arrival jangled as she stepped into the small sparsely decorated room. A couple of modern art prints hung on the wall above the small simple desk, the only decorations to otherwise break up the monotony of the white walls. The desk had a small va...
The reflection of the moon off the glass illuminated sad dark brown eyes, as they gazed at the sky in its nightly dance. Beyond those eyes, a mind worked through wishes, hopes, perhaps even dreams that always turned into nightmares. Racing through feelings that mind, comes to a conclusion and the dark eyes blink turning away from the light to the darkness wi...
Joseph Denton stood at the front door, impatient to be let in. He had not wanted anyone to notice his arrival, even taking the precaution of parking his Volvo two streets away in case it was recognised. He need not have worried though; it was early afternoon and nobody was about. Looking furtively around him, he was surprised by his surroundings: a pleasant...
The next day we all felt nice and rested and got ready to go down to the beach. I tried my new bikini on. It felt nice to have a little support for a change but it felt a lot smaller today for some reason. I washed it along with the rest of our stuff last night but I didn't think it shrank. I though about wearing the other bikini but since it didn't have a t...
The summer was unusually hot with the weather man declaring that we would never see another summer like it in our lifetime. Despite the heat Peter took up cycling as his car and driving licence had been taken away. He cycled out passed the ornate gateway to his house and went up to the common on the off chance of bumping into his old girlfriend Elizabeth. He...
I had a little adventure yesterday that I hope might be of some interest to you. Derek, an English guy from the property development company I am doing work for, has been visiting for the last few days. He is very handsome and I have to confess that I get wet just thinking about him touching me. He has dark hair, a very nice build and must work out a lot bec...
For several decades in the 20th century, young men in the U.S. swam in YMCA pools, at countryside swimming holes, in high school and college phys. ed. courses, and even at well-attended swim team meets, totally, bollocks naked. Yes, that's right: fully bare. No skimpy speedos, swim trunks, or even underwear; and usually no hair caps or swim goggles. The pre...
1996-1998 Angus hadn't wanted to accept Peter's loan and for a while I'd thought I had no chance of convincing him, but his parents had stepped in and encouraged their son to take advantage of it. 'If you have a house, you have security,' Auntie Rose told him. 'Nobody is the boss but you.' We bought a small house in Loganholme; three bedrooms, one bath...