Synopsis: Chelsea and Jim are transplants from Iowa to California. Their California neighbors invite them to a nude "welcome to the neighborhood party" but the modest Iowans aren't sure they can bare all. * The California sun was lazily rising above the mountain ridges in the Central Valley as Jim and Chelsea Jennings made breakfast in their new home in t...
This is a continuation of a story called "A New Home: Morning." It is a work of fiction and not based on any experience I have had. I believe in openness and honesty in a marriage. A marriage is founded on a promise between two people. I hope people keep their promises whatever they may be. Enjoy the fantasy and let me know what you think and what it inspire...
JAMAICA -- Day 1 "I almost forgot to pack my bathing suit," laughed Marni as she was throwing some final things into her suitcase. "I guess we'd just have to stick to the clothing optional beaches then," her husband joked in return, with some wishful thinking, but little real hope. "That's not going to happen," Marni responded relatively seriously. "I su...
*Author's note: I've been reading stories on this site for a long time but finally decided to write one myself. Hope you like it. ***** Gilbert Johnston sat at his desk, aimlessly twirling his pencil as he stared at a picture of himself and Sam. Samantha Johnston nee O'Daly was his wife of ten years. Sometimes he still couldn't believe he'd gotten so damn...
I still find it hard to believe that what I'm about to tell you about ever came to past. First let me set the scenario. We had been married for eight years, most of which have been sexually fulfilling for both my wife, Deb and myself. It just seem that lately things in bed had become a little too routine and I could see that we were both becoming, well, bore...
It was a quiet little cul-de-sac seemingly far removed from the rest of the neighborhood with six homes arranged in somewhat of a semi-circle, and it was uniquely situated where the lake flowed into a river-like tributary that lead to the open water along the coast. The river moved smoothly around the cul-de-sac, providing each home a place on the water. The...
They were freaks... Something in my bones just told me that they weren't your average couple. I mean, do you ever just get a feeling about someone...? I don't know. Maybe I will be able to explain better later, or least you'll understand where I'm coming from by the time that I finish sharing my story with you... Well, they seemed nice enough. Even as they...
Shelly looked around at the disorganized mess that was her new home. There were boxes everywhere, some opened, some empty, still others untouched. Wadded newspaper wrappings were scattered across the floor of every room. Unpacked stuff was strewn everywhere, only a small fraction of it even in the correct room. She sighed, overwhelmed by the disorganized clu...
This story is chapter 8 of a series featuring hard core interracial cuckoldry as a central theme. It is not meant for every reader. If this theme offends you, or you don't happen to like it I don't give a damn. Move on. If this theme is of interest to you, please feel free to read on. * I finally dozed off around 4 in the morning. The sounds of their lovem...
The next day was Sunday. Martha awakened and taking a shower, coming out of the shower her husband was just getting up from bed and was admiring his wife's mature sexy body. Marveling at how in some way she was becoming more open, as he doesn't remember his shy modest wife walking round the house nude, or was it his imagination. Passing her, deciding he want...