I'd passed out, exhausted from the sex, about 2 in the morning, with my wife's satisfied murmurs fading into slumber right beside me, the tremors of my exploding inside her still rocking me, whether physical or emotional, not sure, just deeply satisfying tremors, proud of myself for making her come, delirious in the afterglow of shooting off several ripping...
"God, is that the best she does for you?" Brittany asked with a chuckle, kissing at my neck. She rested her head on my shoulder and looked down at Kaitlin. "Come on, girl, I know for a fact you can do better than that." Her lips brushed against my ear as she whispered, "I certainly know you can give it better." I bit the inside of my lip, the tickle of Brit...
Everyone in this story is over 18. There are heterosexual and lesbian scenes in this story. If either offends you, move on. There may be a few typos, doubt it but maybe. Constructive criticism is welcomed, negative is not. Enjoy. ***** There are things in life we can change and there are things we wish we could change. My wife and I have been married for a...
Giving myself to my husband's boss and his wife. Coercion, threesome, bi F, oral, interracial Nancy stepped out of the shower and dried herself with a large soft towel, gave her pussy lips a fresh shave, splashed on some perfume and used the mirror to put on her make-up and fix her hair. Then she walked, naked into her bedroom picked up a lacy pink baby do...
I hadn't heard from the young couple that asked me over to fulfill their bull fantasy in some months so I was surprised when the wife texted me, "Are you still available?" I told her I was and asked her what she had in mind. She let me know that she came to the realization that she is an irredeemable cumslut and that the scenario she had in mind needed a lo...
Aren't self-service checkouts great? Do you walk round supermarkets when its quiet and drop girlie things in a basket then go and pay when no one is looking. No awkward looks from the cashier on the till. I know I could mail order but private deliveries weren't allowed at work and obviously women's clothing delivered to our house was impossible of course. I...
"So you mean to tell me, that the whole time I was fucking your wife, you were in the closet, listening to the entire thing," John asked the couple sitting nervously before him. "From the moment we walked in from the bar, you were in there listening the whole time." John was pissed. It was very clear now why it was so easy to get this woman home the other n...
It was early and already warm last Sunday, about 7 A.M.. We were still laying comfortably, naked in bed when a loud, intruding, commanding and relentless pounding on the door agitated me. As I got up questioning, "Who the hell is waking us? This better be urgent or . . . " I hastily grabbed the closest robe which turned out to be Sue's short, translucent gre...
{I haven't been writing much lately, I have an excuse. Recently I made a trip down to northern California, I saw an ad for a Harley Davidson and for some screwball reason I wanted the thing. It wasn't exactly a normal motorcycle, it was converted into the tricycle type. Harder to fall off of is what I was thinking. The idea of wind in my hair, my sexy wife...
My name is Morgan Jones. I'm forty five years old, or at least I was, at the start of all this. Now, I'm not so sure anymore. I am not sure about a lot of things. Let's start from the beginning, if you please. I was born and raised in the City of Atlanta, Georgia. I lived there with my wife Jenny and our son Duane. At least, I did until the Nightmare began....