"We got it," Wayne shouted excitedly as he ran into the room. "We got permission to stay in the house." Alison turned to look at him her expression disbelieving. "You're kidding," she said. Wayne shook his head waving a piece of paper in his hand. "Nope I'm serious they've given us permission to spend one weekend there." He handed Alison the paper, she ski...
JJ I suppose there are various interpretations of what constitutes a marriage "time out." This story deals with a particular version that my wife came up with. My name is Jonathon Jacob Barrow. Most people just call me JJ. I am 44 years old. I got my degree in computer science. About 12 years ago I started my own computer solutions company. We do networki...
Part 6 Bobby's Turn to Fly It was kind of amazing, that we were all so comfortable together: Susan, on her hands and knees, gently licking my pussy, her sweet round ass and moist cunt suspended over my face; Bobby, starting to slide that long cock up and down the cleft of her ass, his sweet rod growing thicker and harder; me, on my back under Susan—her big...
The four friends had enjoyed their time in Cambodia. They had known each other for many years, and taken a number of holidays together. All in their 50s, they had managed to empty their nests and had started to enjoy some travel, both as individual couples and as a group together. They lived in Australian cities about 600 miles apart, so chances to get toget...
Copyright(c) 2008 by Denham Forrest (The Wanderer) The Wanderer's thanks go to LadyCibelle, and his friend SH for sorting the foul-ups and editing this tale for him. But I must add that this story has been slightly amended since they did proofread it, and it was posted elsewhere. RG There is no actual sex in this story. Appointment With A Stranger My fli...
This is the story about how someone fucked up my life and I didn't even realise until it was too late and I was left with nothing but bittersweet memories and a real burning hatred for him and the worst part is I know he got away with it. To understand my story, I will go back to when I met the bastard at teacher training college in the 1980s. I am Francis...
Lynn walked into the dark club where I was waiting, legs crossed, slipping my pumps on and off my heel as I do when I'm displeased. As happy as I was to see her, she was 15 minutes late, and I was annoyed. I watched her as she walked in looking from booth to booth as her eyes adjusted to the light, the worry plain on her face. She wore a strapless dress tha...
Joe E Hartley September 2017 Rose and I hadn't talked since I squeezed her boobs the other day. I'm both nervous and excited to see her again. She might think I was too forward and she might tone down or even refuse to hug me anymore. Her hugs have become like a drug to me and one that I am addicted. That's why I wanted more and maybe went too far. On the...
This is the last installment in our sharing time together on a cruise. * The cruise ship departed St Maarten for the last two days at sea on our return trip to Miami. We spent the evening making our way around the ship watching people and checking out the variety of activities. Even though we aren't gamblers, the casino caught our attention so we played th...
Leading up to my husbands fortieth had us going through the adult related magazines to find whether there was something he might like to have tried. I was really looking more at the adult holidays or at most the Hedonistic hotels in abundance down in the mountains of southern France. He soon got bored looking at those and would inevitably end up looking in...