This is the third instalment from my Thai Journals. They recount the sexy autobiographical adventures of an expat working in Thailand. * When I held out the tub of Vaseline to the middle-aged Thai woman at the counter of Boots Chemist in Chiang Mai, she gave me a brief knowing but brief smile. "Another horny ex-pat "fareng" walking around with a sore di...
On Tuesdays Bruce ate lunch at the upscale grocery store just a mile from home. It was a habit he and his wife had developed a few years before. Tuesdays were sample days. Walking to the store upped their appetites and gave them an excuse to indulge. Also, since the portions were small they never felt guilty about having two or three desserts in addition t...
This is a true story about what happened after my first wife Janet left me. It's really two stories which involve my wife's lesbian feelings and a few years later, her affair with another man that led me to being a cuckold. Only the names have been changed. I met Jilly via a dating site and within two years of my divorce, I was married again. I was dete...
Chapter 1: The Far Eastern Gentleman's Offer "You out of work?" asked the far eastern gentleman. He looked as if he was from China or Japan, or perhaps some other part of the Far East. The tables had turned over the years. Once the western nations had been economically predominant. They had invented the industrial revolution, and most of the scientific brea...
"Are you sure it's cool for me to stay here?" Jess asked as she stared in awe at Viv's house. She walked around and marveled at everything. "Of course," Vivica replied. "I had no idea you planned on getting a hotel room. Wherever I live, for the rest of my life, you will be welcome there." "This place is mother fucking dope." "I told you. Is it better tha...
Ashta gazes at the twinkling stars through the window above the single sleeping berth she lays on. The quarters assigned to her is dark, which prevents her from seeing how drab and dank and cramp it is. It also helps her go along with the man on top of her, pumping his cock in and out of her as he has in the last ten minutes. Wishing for the man fucking her...
This is based in fact. I've changed a few things, both to make it less clearly identifiable for all involved and also to smooth the story out a bit, since life is never as simple as we'd like. So I took out some of the more convoluted teen dopiness that we all (or me, at least!) engaged in. And in case you missed part one: https://www.literotica.com/s/str8-...
For those that are reading this story first here is a very quick overview. All my stories revolve around my fantasy of having a slutty exhibitionist wife and me being a willing closet cuckold where I encourage my wife to dress sexy, go out, and fuck men. So if hotwife, voyeur/exhibitionist and willing cuckold are not your cup of tea then please do not read f...
"We could meet once a year...would that work for you???" Those words turned over and over in my mind. It was the last thing she said before we parted a year ago, and now it was coming true. All year we had met on line, played our games and made love to each other over the net. Mad, passionate love. Living out our most outrageous fantasies from afar. How coul...
Freddie (Frederich) von Ewald, who'd recently won an international competition for best erotic story, let it slip during a radio interview that he worked as a dress designer in a studio apartment above his mother's flower shop in Anaheim Street, Long Beach, California. Soon he'd received almost 200 letters from women pleading with him to help them spice up...