Quinn Rogan Stories

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Hunting

by quinn rogan on Sep 12, 2017
Loving Wives

I think, especially with people who've been married a long time, fantasy plays a large part in the sexual relationship, and I'm absolutely convinced that many married women love to imagine all sorts of things, but would never even be unfaithful to their husbands, in real life. We've been married nearly eighteen years now, and are well into the fantasy stage...

The Ski Lodge: First Night

by quinn rogan on Sep 14, 2017
Loving Wives

(Author's note – from time to time, in this story, there will be references to previous experiences enjoyed by Janet and Mary. More (intimate!) details of these can be found in my stories – "New Year's Revelations" and "One Night at a Party".) Their breath frosting in the chill late afternoon air, they tumbled out of the SUV, and Pete fiddled, frustratingly...

The Ski Lodge: Endgame?

by quinn rogan on Sep 14, 2017
Loving Wives

(Author's note - this is the follow-up to 'The Ski Lodge: First Night'. My apologies to those of you who have been waiting - I hope it's been worthwhile.) The snowplough was making slow progress. Charlie looked at his watch again – twenty past two. The girls would be getting worried. Pete was looking quite a bit the worse for wear, now. The effects of the...

Linda's All-Over Tan (Conclusion)

by quinn rogan on Sep 13, 2017
Loving Wives

We went upstairs and lay on the bed, while the evening sunlight streamed through the window. I slipped my hands up the back of Linda's tennis shirt, feeling for her bra-strap. She wasn't wearing one! She giggled. "There didn't seem to be much point," she said. "I've been round at Jennifer's pool most of the afternoon." "Were you – naked?" I whispered, thin...

Linda's All-Over Tan

by quinn rogan on Sep 13, 2017
Loving Wives

Now that I'm past the age of 50, and know a thing or two, I find it hard to believe what an innocent little soul I was about thirty years ago. I left school at sixteen and started to work in a bank. It was the late sixties, and computers were just coming in. The bank became computerised and recruited from within for programmers. I took the aptitude test and...

One Night At A Party

by quinn rogan on Sep 19, 2017
Loving Wives

I am 34 and my wife, Mary, is 29. She's the sister of a guy I was at college with, and I first met her at his 21st birthday party. She was only sixteen then, but we hit it off right away and we soon started going out together and, just after she turned eighteen, we had sex together. It wasn't the first time for me, but it was for her, and I'm as sure as I c...

One Night At A Party...Ch. 1

by quinn rogan on Sep 19, 2017
Loving Wives

One Night At A Party (The True Conclusion - Chapter 1) When I woke, it was with that instant realisation that comes to you, sometimes, in the instant of waking, that you've made a complete idiot of yourself, and you've got a lot of ground to cover before you get back to where you started... The events of last night came back to me, in a rush, and I felt a...

One Night At A Party (Conclusion)

by quinn rogan on Sep 19, 2017
Loving Wives

As Mary raced, coat flapping behind her, towards the back gate, I took off after her. I caught her as she was trying to flick up the latch on the gate, and grabbed her wrists. I pulled her arms wide apart. There was a street lamp on the other side of the lane and, in its soft yellow light, Mary's naked tits were clearly visible, her nipples dark organ stops...

One Night At A Party (Conclusion 2)

by quinn rogan on Sep 19, 2017
Loving Wives

We collapsed in each other's arms, slick with perspiration. I could feel the hard nubbins of Mary's nipples sliding across my slippery chest, and, unbelievably, I felt my erection begin to recover within seconds of my final ejaculation. Mentally, too, I was still in a state of extremely heightened stimulation. The only thing wrong with our volcanic mutual c...

Trouble At The Office

by quinn rogan on Sep 13, 2017
Loving Wives

First, a bit of background. I'm 38 – my wife, Paula, is 34. We met when she was 17, and she came to work at the research lab where I had been for a couple of years. I was always attracted to her, right from the start. She was small, slim, blonde, with a trim, tidy figure. Her best asset was her absolute knock-out bum. She wore tight jeans most of the time, a...