It had been six months since I last saw Dave and Phyllis. They had been friends for years. About a year and a half before Dave asked if I would like to help satisfy some of his and Phyllis' sexual fantasies. We were talking about sex one evening, you no, guy talk. We told every dirty joke we could remember. Then, as we drank our beers, we began sharing or e...
This story continues on from a window into Abby's slutty past (part 1). Mark and Chris have just left after fucking my wife Abby when she answers a call from Dave and tells him to come over. "Who is Dave? And why is he coming over at 1am in the morning?" Abby looked at me mischievously and smiled. "Dave is an old friend of mine who I haven't seen since...
It was another freezing January evening in Manhattan and Camelia couldn't wait to get home. Clutching her Gucci handbag firmly and clicking her Prada stilettos maniacally against the concrete, she waited for the public bus to arrive. She normally took a cab, but, inexplicably, she wanted to take the public bus today. Perhaps her lapsed choice in public trans...
Author's Comment: This story was written for my Puppy who calls me her Sir. I am keeping the title for the Owner in the story even though I've gotten comments expressing confusion about her gender. I am sure there are other women out there would enjoy being called Sir if some beautiful young thing whimpered it the way my Puppy does. * I was standing by the...
It was late August and hot as hell. I was 21 years old, and helping my boyfriend Brad switch apartments right before the start of the fall semester. We had only been dating a few months, and I had just recently met his mom and step-dad. They showed up about 9:00 that Saturday morning to help us move. Brad's mom and step-dad were much younger than my parents,...
(Being a new writer, I must apologize for the errors, some blatant, some not so blatant - like Danny's name also being Kathy, well, sorry, what I meant to say is Danny's wife's name was Kathy, just like my wife, not that Danny had two names! Bear with me while I work through these mistakes. Yes, we're still working with true stories at this point, but I'll l...
Something happened to me last week that changed the way I look at my wife sexually. My wife Kristen is 45 years old, about 5'2", with light brown hair and blue eyes. She stands a firm 38-26-38 with a cute face. She works as a professor in a local college. So she usually dresses and acts in a fairly conservative fashion. Last Wednesday before Thanks giving...
I'm awakened by a muffled bang, confused in the dark of our bedroom as I sit up. My arm slides to your side of the bed, empty, and my eyes find the clock on my bedside table. 2:30 in the morning...where are you? My initial worry fades as your light giggle filters up the stairs and down the hall to our room. Hmmm, back from girl's night I remember. I'm halted...
We were staying in Paris a few years ago, at the Hotel Angleterre, a historic building made into a hotel many years ago. I'm George, my wife is Jane, Jayne, or Janey, pick one. Janey was thirty-two, not beautiful, but a very attractive redhead with long sexy legs. She enjoys the attention of men, and has had many men friends, some of them intimate. I'm ten y...
Camelia couldn’t wait to get home. Clutching her Gucci handbag firmly and clicking her Manolo Blanhik stilettos maniacally against the concrete, she waited impatiently for the public bus to arrive. She normally took a cab, but, inexplicably, she wanted to take the bus today. Perhaps her lapsed choice in public transport was due to the disastrous day she’d ha...