Monday evening, after I had attended my first meeting of the swingers club, I returned home from work a little later than usual. As I opened the door I heard the phone ringing. It was Melissa "Missy" Rutledge. "Hello Chuck, how are you this evening?" I answered that I was fine. "All rested up after last Saturday?" she asked. "You bet!" I replied. "Have...
A note to readers: This is a long story that unfolds chapter by chapter through the eyes of two protagonists - Mark and Elsa, and as in many of my other stories involves a growing spate of horny characters. Every ten chapters or so I will provide a short summary at the start of that episode to bring new readers up to date (see start of Ch. 80). This story c...
This is a true story by a drop dead gorgeous mid-thirties housewife (so I've been told) who has been proudly black owned for the past three years. Many of the details may not be as graphic as you would like, but I am putting this together from three years of memories. I stood before my dressing mirror, heart racing, as I inspected myself. When smoothing m...
Okay, I admit it...I was feeling 'frisky', but that wouldn't be right either. Horny is the term that applies here. I was on, yet, another trip to the city where hubby and I lived for several years. The city in which hubby and I began our other life as swingers. An other life that we both enjoyed and, at times, took advantage of when one or the other was a...
My husband and I have a little friendly wager going. We both think our own holes are the best. I'm convinced that my holes are excellent at milking a hard cock, and he's certain that his are even better. To make the wager even, we're ignoring my warm and slippery cunt hole and focusing on the things we have in common: our mouths and our asses. This weekend...
I'm on an international standards writing committee and had to fly to San Francisco for one of our bi-annual committee meetings in late October, 1989. This was two weeks after the devastating Loma Prieta earthquake there. I was alone on the trip and looked forward to engaging in some sexual adventures while I was there. I spent the first night walking aroun...
That said, I believe that even in the most 'perfect' relationship, secrets are kept until the keeper is ready to set it free, if ever. I have secrets and, one day, I'll even let my husband know about them and I'll ask him to share his secrets, in return. Oh, I know he has them and, like him, I won't be angry at whatever he tells me, nor him with me. It's a g...
"Reality is that which, when you stop believing in it, doesn't go away." ― Philip K. Dick He'd fucked so much, he'd worn a hole in his fuck boots. Yes, these were his "fuck boots," as he referred to them. He only donned the footwear in question at swing clubs, threesomes, foursomes, moresomes, orgies, house parties, glory holes, and porn theaters. Whateve...
All characters are at least 18 years of age Dedicated to that hot sexy lady attorney in Milwaukee who inspired this story -- You know who you are -- Thanks for your "sexual stimulation" as a catalyst for this story * January is here! UGH! Another miserable winter. The only way it could get any worse is if my husband, Patrick, were transferred from Milwauk...
My wife Mandy and I spent a two-week holiday at Cap d'Agde in the south of France. Cap d'Agde is a big resort on the Mediterranean and has four main areas, each with a different atmosphere. We went to the area for nudists, which is basically a seaside village where everyone's naked. Before we went there, we knew that the village attracts swingers from all ov...