I've always been turned on by stories of my wife, April screwing other men. Before we met she had been wildly promiscuous having slept with close to 200 guys. Often we would spend entire weekends in bed as April would reiterate tales from her shameless past. Her stories had me so aroused that even months before we were married I actually declared that she ha...
The plan was simple enough, another themed party, which we love doing, this time around Bastille Day. So, all things Gallic, including the bottles of Sancerre that had been ageing nicely in the cellar. The emails with the attached flier went out to the usual suspects, as we like to call our various friends and neighbours, a group built up over two decades of...
Oh yes, Deborah and Kate. They were still hung over from the partying the night before. By this point in the morning they were really getting on each others nerves. "My suit is hotter than yours," said Kate. "Well with that boney ass it doesn't show." "Look at your own slutty fat ass." "You look like a real Broad. How could you not after buying a bikini...
Author's note: This is a work of fiction. All characters are eighteen years or older. The Stage Load creaking noises were heard along the narrow staircase as a voluptuous woman carefully made her way up the wooden steps. Though the cool florescent light only cast a dim glow upon the surroundings, the bright blond hair that fell down to the shoulders of the...
(The following story is set in Northeast Louisiana in December 1844—the antebellum South. It is a harvest celebration. The language used is authentically Southern from the time period. All of the characters mentioned herein are between 18 and 21 years of age. This is the second of a series of stories told from both the female and the male perspectives.) *...
We had driven cross country before and Bec had been the 'toy' the distraction to relieve the journey. This time I'd been up on call managing an emergency and was tired so she was going to drive and I'd relax. I'd got home at around 4am, I'd needed a shower and woke Bec by accident but she decided to get up and we could get an early start. She joined me in th...
She double-checked the camper door to confirm that it was locked, the last thing we wanted was to have the grandkids barge in on us. We needed to fuck in a bad way! We barely get to spend any time together since they moved in. Then she opened her wrap revealing her glorious tits—she had me practically drooling, parading around shaking her big melons for me....
This story follows directly from Chapter 1 of the series, which you may wish to read first in order to make sense of the background. ***** Holly and I lay together on the floor for a few moments, recovering from our exertions and basking in the afterglow of our respective orgasms. Eventually, Holly broke the silence "I'm sorry, I never even offered you a d...
(It was 1892 and I, David Shaw, then aged 19 joined 'Maynard and Son, Purveyors to Gentlewomen and the Aristocracy' on Upper Richmond Road, Putney. The job involved providing 'underskirt services' to single women. This was my second day with the firm) *** I rested my bike against the railings outside Maynard's and went in. Another young fellow of similar a...
I love my wife. I never dreamed she would fuck other men and hurt me so badly. But I realize now that a beautiful woman with an unusually strong sex drive is going to face a lot more temptations and opportunities, and there is a good chance that somewhere along the way she is going to fuck around on her husband. That's what happened to me. And I partially bl...