My best friend, Bob, was a first class shit. All women were just pussies to him. Meant to be fucked and that was all they were good for. It was his goal in life to screw any girl he could. It made no difference to him who they were. And he would do anything to fulfill his goal. But he was my friend, regardless. When he announced to me one day that he was go...
(Note: I had a comment to part 1 saying I was being a bitch to my little Reggie, which really hurt. I've thought about it a lot, and all I can say is that my little Reggie is happy to play along with the whole thing, and so I can't see how I'm being a bitch? Sure, he's getting humiliated a teensy bit, but that's all part of the fun. In the end I might be par...
All participants are over 18. ***** A kiss is just a kiss, goes the song, but don't you believe it. I have been a lucky guy. I have been married to the same beautiful woman for ten years. We still have an active love life and she's no prude. Right now, she's giving me a fantastic blowjob. My wife doesn't close her eyes when she's giving head. Instead, sh...
This is the final chapter in the story. I hope you have enjoyed the first three parts and I hope the final chapter will be as equally rewarding. ***** The morning seemed to have arrived quickly. The sun was shining through the curtains onto Laura's nakedness. Remnants of John's cum clearly visible on my wife's breasts and stomach. As Laura was still asle...
The majority of this story is true. Some or part of the conversations has been added to compensate for the lack of recollection. This story is centered on the old teenage party game called Post Office. They may still play this game for all I know. It starts off with a male and female going to a private area, to neck. They get a few minutes of undisturbed nec...
Jan and Kristal (Kris for short) have been BFFs for more than 10 years. They met through a church support group when they both lived near each other, had little kids, and were both going thru a divorce. Over the next decade, they both stayed in touch often, met new men, got remarried, and were living pretty good lives. Throughout that time, Jan's hubby, Vanc...
Sometimes my wife will really surprise me. We were walking around the neighborhood, chatting. I don't even remember how the topic came up, but we were talking around the edges of threesomes. When I say around the edges, we weren't talking exactly about it, just hinting and what-if and such. I almost fell down when she said, "Maybe if I was really drunk." I p...
Donnie leaned against the wall next to the door leading out to his garage, and put his weary head into the hands resting on his knees. "'Tis the season," he thought as he started to tug his work boots off. It had been a horrible year all around at work, but now it was drawing to a close. He hoped that next year would be better, but the stimulus didn't seem t...
I suspect that you would need to read the earlier two stories (One Fine Massage, and One Fine Massage 2) to understand my state of mind. as I returned to class on Monday. After a 24 year marriage to a loving wife, who in all that time had never shown the slightest interest in another male, I was still in a bit of shock, to put it mildly, from having watch...
This is a true story about my shy wife and her journey since we met. The story's quite tame so if you're after a crazy, wild story this isn't for you. We've been together for 4 years, married for 2 of those. She's always been very shy and dresses conservatively. She's 29, 5 foot 6, and weighs 130 pounds. She has light brown hair, green eyes and nice natural...