After our last adventure, I felt aroused almost constantly. The slightest passing memory of what happened would make me instantly as hard as a rock, and the memories kept finding their way into my mind. Whenever my wife and I made love, I would picture everything that happened at the end of our last adventure, and everything I wanted to happen in the future....
My wife is not what most men would call "perfect." She doesn't have perfect tits or a perfect ass. She has had three kids, and it shows. Her tits are no longer perky. She has stretch marks and has packed on at least forty pounds more than "ideal." She keeps her hair cut short, which while practical, doesn't help her looks. She is pretty, but nowhere near "mo...
At about four p.m. yesterday, I discovered I'd left my design portfolio on the kitchen counter. I was supposed to meet with the board of directors at 5:30 and if I didn't have that portfolio, I was screwed. So I called my wife, Alora, and begged her to bring it to me. Let me just say—I have an amazing wife. Alora is a gorgeous brunette with a killer body a...
"In the meantime," my wife said coyly, "why don't you crawl over here and suck on my finger the way you sucked on Scott's cock?" I did as I was asked, closing my eyes, just imagining his firmness in my mouth. After a few minutes, she said, "I like the way that feels on my finger." He continued, almost giggling, "He must have really enjoyed it." I stopped...
It had been a long week, a long month for that matter. The cold miserable weather and relentless work load was taking its toll. It wasn't that we didn't want to make love, it was more that it was becoming hard to find the mood. We always believed that lovemaking should be done properly. It should be full of desire, passion, sweating, moaning and collapsing...
My back ached from sitting in the cramped airplane seat for the past few hours. We had so many delays getting back to Kansas City that I'm sure Katie was tired of waiting at the airport. I looked over at the kids and they were sound asleep in their seats as we pulled up to the terminal. It had been two weeks since I had seen my wife and I couldn't wait to...
Quite a short stand-alone tale, because sometimes just-for-fun is enough. Be warned that it contains absolutely gratuitous sexuality. Just because. + She and I were allowing lunch to settle, sitting in the double hammock on our veranda and looking through the sunlit trees at the surf beyond. Kaarin, our house-and-bed-guest, had gone to the point for her d...
My wife and I have swinger parties in our big home every second Saturday. It's a classy affair with a wonderful mix of middle-class and rich folks both young and mature. It's winter so the pool and garden are covered in snow and everyone is inside. People meet up in the living room and gradually go to the big group sex playroom downstairs or to the many bedr...
My sweet Erica. I wanted to see her again. I wouldn't get many chances. My wife and I were in Florida for only a week. We had been here three days already. We had arrived late on Friday afternoon. Time was passing and growing shorter. If a person could fall in love in such a short time, it must have happened to me. I had fallen in love. I had known Erica o...
[Author's caution: This anacreontic story may not be your cup of tea, so please don't read it if you prefer lascivious description.] My search for the perfect pussy ended in marriage. I got a little older while I was looking, but my taste for nineteen-year-old women did not, which made the search even more challenging. Some of you will be wondering, in dis...