Against my natural inclination... but as a thank you to those that took the time to not only read my last story but to constructively criticize my efforts. To you - I thank you and I hope this is some small measure answers your questions, fulfills a need for a more complete story or corrects some of my failings in Chapter One. If not, I'll happily refund...
I am surfing the web looking for a storyline. I like to write stories. Mostly fictional. There is an idea floating around in my head but I cant decide how start the story. Browsing aimlessly, typing various words in my search engine, my mind wanders to my almost sexless life. Sex between my husband and I has been meagre these last years. Nothing seems to ge...
Thank you for all your patience with me, I know it's been a long wait for this chapter. Things at home and work have been a little crazy, so I haven't had much time to devote to writing. I know this chapter is really short, but I wanted to get this part out. Sorry, no sex in this one, but hang in there. Next time, I promise! Once again, thanks for reading!...
Responding to several requests, I have indicated that there are 21 chapters: 116,000 words, 217 typed pages if you are interested in details. Whether it's worth it or not is up to the readers. ***** "Ok, honey, have fun!" I watched her hurry downstairs and quickly switched to the webcam in the living room. I got it on just in time to see her open the door...
My wife, Isabel, is Portuguese. She is slim, has beautiful A cup breasts with conical nipples, is 5'2", has long dark curly hair and a voracious sex drive. When we were just married this meant having sex three or four times a time, plus first thing in the morning at least five times a week. But after the first year or so my sex drive faded slightly and hers...
These stories are a few of my memories of how I became a shared wife. If you haven't read the story of my very first extra marital sexual encounter please do. It's a true account of what happened as close to what we can remember. The second story is also true but we did take a few artistic liberties. Some of the actual facts didn't make sense when written...
The young black youth aged eighteen was lying on the bed while I mounted him for the third time that day. I used his cock and muscular body shamefully to bring myself off with no thought for his pleasure. Kenny was my toy boy, an aircraftsman from the base my husband commanded when he wasn't away on active duty. I'm Lady Denisa forty-seven year old wife of...
Rosemary had a bad taste in her mouth. It wasn't from the mediocre spinach and artichoke dip getting cold in front of her as she picked at it. It certainly wasn't from the third glass of Pinot Grigiot that she was nursing either. No, the wine was Rosemary's attempt to wash away the unpleasantness that lingered in her mouth left by one of her arrogant coworke...
The dinner part of the dinner dance was actually a bit boring. Hubby, my sister and myself sat at a table with other couples, and with my sister the only single person. We ate our mediocre meal, chatting about mundane things. All the husbands, except mine, spent the whole time staring at my cleavage, and flirting with me, and my husband spent the whole time...
My wife and I are in our early fifties. She is a very attractive redhead with flashing hazel eyes, slim, five-eight and dresses elegantly. She has an engaging smile and sensuous lips; lips that other guys would hope were wrapped around their cock. Often in the public eye she gets hit upon by both men and women, and, as she is a one-man woman, doesn't play ar...