As always, thanks to those leaving comments and feedback. This chapter is a lot more vanilla and focuses more on the poker again. It's basically a setup for upcoming chapters, but probably skippable if that content is boring you. Chip Key Nickname, value, favor, color Clouds: 1, Touching, White Canaries: 2, Kissing, Yellow Lipstick: 5, Oral, Red Skies...
My husband, Mike, and I have finally lived out our mutual fantasy of me having sex with another man while he watched. We have been married for 15 years. My name is Candace, but everyone calls me Candy. I am 36 years old and still look pretty good. Although I never "work out," my very active life has maintained my figure pretty well. I am 5' 6", 150 pounds a...
The next five weeks were glorious from my standpoint. Chuck had been so turned on by watching Mark fuck me that he wanted me to do it again. I had Mark back on Thursday and spent three hours with him while my hubby watched from the closet. As he was getting ready to leave Mark asked me when he could see me again and that is when I gave him the bad news: "Yo...
Todd's poker night was tonight. Friday at 8:00. Always Friday, so the guys could get good and loud and drunk on scotch and beer, and not worry about work the next day. And as the dutiful girlfriend, I felt obligated to make up a big batch of nachos and rollups to keep them from falling off their chairs. And if they really were too drunk to go home, they coul...
I am his. I belong to no one, but him. He takes ownership over my body, over my mind, and over my heart. He has more power over me than I do myself. We don't believe in calling each other Master and Slave, as this is a personal relationship formed naturally outside of S&M constraints, and it doesn't feel right to label what we have. I will not tell the story...
Friday night is poker night at the Salon. The Salon's owner, Giorgio, runs the poker games for the money and deals the cards for guys most of who fancy themselves to be professional poker players. In reality, they are just guys that are gambling addicts in the making. If they ever showed up in Vegas, Atlantic City, or New Orleans, they would lose the kid's t...
This is one story I thought I'd never tell, mainly because it's a true one. My husband, Donny should probably be the one to tell it, since he's the one who writes and reads this kind of smut. Nevertheless, he talked me into sharing this one from the perspective of a mature woman. DISCLAIMER: Since I don't normally read (never mind write) this kind of stuff...
It was a hot summer night in August and I couldn't sleep so I decided to run down to the corner bar to have a quick drink before going back to bed. It was a Thursday night and the bar was fairly empty but I did see two women in the bar that I had said hello to on a couple of other occasions. I walked over to them and we started talking. I was having such a g...
The following is a true story. Names have been changed. ---------- I'm a voyeur. I don't know why, it's just one of these odd personality traits I have that I can't explain. I suppose it's not that odd; it's really exciting to watch two (or more) people getting it on. I've been lucky enough in my time to see a couple people in real-life sexual situations,...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are...