My wife of several years, Jessica, and I began dating in high school. She was only my third conquest, I her first. For years I prided myself at having been the only man to have seen her tiny, firm little a cups, her flawless round ass, her pussy. Over about 10 years though, there have been rare accidental exposures, some of which I've written about before. T...
This is a shorter story than I usually write. I came up with this one after a friend told me about the first threesome he had with his wife and my wife. There is not much background information in this one, but there should be enough written to give everyone the gist of the story. ***** Jill, my wife, and Sue, the wife of my best friend Bill were out on a...
My friends would describe me as outward going and sociable, but a little old-fashioned. However, underneath my confident veneer, I've never really felt comfortable in the presence of unmarried women. I guess this is because I was an only child and went to a single sex boys' school. Despite being 28 years old, I've never had a girl friend nor for that matte...
It was an early Saturday evening in Los Angeles, my wife Kory and I had just finished a lovely dinner at one of our favorite restaurants and were headed home to a nice, quiet evening of romance. We'd been married two years, and there was no other woman in the world that I wanted more. As we hurled along the darkened freeway I realized that I could very well...
Abigail Randall strolled lazily through the village square. The summer breeze would occasionally lift her short dress, exposing her legs up to mid-thigh. She noted with satisfaction the way the men in the street looked at her, their lust apparent for all to see. They had been looking at her this way since she had moved to the village with her husband six mon...
(c) 2007. All rights reserved ********************************** This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. ********************************** On her back on a bed of fallen leaves, under a canopy of trees, their boughs thick with younger leaves and bent with the swollen fruit of a long, hot summer,...
Willard's Quarry St. George, Maine 1927 Abigail Kinealy rose from her slumberous state, and stretched her frame across the darkened parlor. For the third straight night she had fallen asleep upon the sofa listening to the entertaining stories of the radio crackle across the great expanse of space and time. Now only the sound of the pendulum swaying in the m...
I never tried to hide my past from my husband, but I never advertised it either. When our dating started to get serious I felt that I had to do full disclosure. We never really talked about after we got married I had always felt it was better left unsaid. Being a virgin was never an issue. I was still married to my ex-husband when we started dating. After...
"Are you sure about this Mrs. Clause?" Amy looked up at her. "Yes Amy," and patted the elf on the head. "So how do I look?" as Mrs. Clause spun around. "You look just like Santa." Amy smiled "Why are you doing this again?" helping Mrs. Clause into the sleigh. "Amy we've all heard that song I saw mommy kissing Santa Clause, well I know that there is a lot...
Larry's eyes were closed as he listened to the pastor finish his sermon. His face and body relaxed as the words washed over him. "Amen," he murmured and his eyes flitted open. As he waited in line to speak to the pastor at the door of the chapel his thoughts turned to today's sermon. The pastor had talked about acceptance and tolerance of others and it had...