Author's note: Thanks to Grey Eagle 286 for the idea behind this story. ------ Judy Farmer knew better than to argue with her husband, but she decided she had to at least try to talk him out of this madness. Even as the thought came to her, she reached up with her left hand and felt the soreness on her cheekbone that was the remnant of the last time she d...
Many thanks to Angel Love for editing this story. * My name is Raymond Dahl. For many reasons I'm an average Scandinavian guy though most people would regard me as an unusually lucky guy until I became involved in serious problems. At the age of thirty-eight I had most of what people dreamed about. I was proud to have two nice daughters, a lovely wife, nic...
After our night with Andi, our sex life went up another notch. I was still getting my morning blowjobs almost every day, and almost every evening was a lingerie show. Now I was also getting midday phone sex, and Sherrie had even let me make some videos of her putting on toy shows for me. The other change was that her latent bisexuality had gone into overdriv...
Hi My name is James. I was in the army and after my unit got shut down, I had been trying to earn my bread through a small business of pipe cleaners. It was a complete role reversal for me from being an ex-military assassin to a business man. After the closure of my unit I was in complete depression. I had seen lot of blood my whole life but it all changed...
I couldn't even make eye contact with Daphne the next day. I could see what she was doing. She was trying to get me to look at her and sneak touches on me in front of my wife, my son, and his wife! She tried to get moments alone with me, she even helped me carry dishes to the kitchen after lunch and told me what a great night it was and I know for sure I blu...
The following story is based on true events. Some of it is totally made up. I will let you, the reader, and your imagination, decide which is which. Many thanks to bothwaysbecky for taking my mess and turning it into a coherent story. All mistakes are my own. *************** My hand shook slightly as I moved my mouse pointer over the link to publish my ad...
One of my editors thinks this is the hottest stroke story he has every read. Another said it wasn't a stroke story—it was a stroke, stroke, stroke story. I think it may have taken a year to submit because it can be so slow typing with only one hand. Often tongue in cheek, this is an attempt to include as many sexual activities as I could think of, at least...
This is a BTB story. Yes, it is improbable. Yes, it is stupid. No, it would never happen. This is longer than most of my other stories. There is a bit of sex here, but it is more towards the end. Typically, I don't go into a lot of sex in my Loving Wives type stories. For some reason, I just don't like a lot of explicit sex in these types of stories. I leav...
Chapter 1 - "Finally!" My wife has never been one to dress conservatively. She doesn't mind showing off skin - string bikini's, halters and short shorts, miniskirts and tiny black dresses. And men enjoy seeing her; at 39, Jenny is still trim and petite. Honestly, she can rock most any outfit. Now and then I've been able to exploit her exhibitionist side:...
Chapter 1 The Fetish: The Measure of a Man Bill was my best friend. We were in high school together. We were roommates in college. We fucked the same girls -- trading them off, and even on occasion both of us fucking the same girl in our dorm room. We got married within a year of each other -- to two beautiful ladies. My marriage to Lynn lasted. We were de...