The kitchen timer rang, and I set my book down. I walked to the kitchen, feeling the plug in my ass shift with each step. My dick stiffened just slightly as I enjoyed the sensation, straining against the thin material of my thong. I turned off the timer, put some oven mitts on, and grabbed the lasagna out of the oven. I had just set it down on top of the sto...
Note: Two unmarried couples spend the weekend in the mountains with a case of whip cream. Now what kind of mischief can they get into? Enjoy. All Rights Reserved. * Tracy and Tim had planned on a quiet Valentine weekend alone at the mountain cabin. So when they heard a car coming down the dirt road they were surprised. "Who is it?" Tracy asked trying to...
Chapter 18. Big girl Tracy shares me with Amanda. I had been putting off seeing Tracy for a host of reasons. She was a big-boned girl. She was tall and cute, with a well-proportioned body. It's just that she was almost physically bigger than me and I'm not super-attracted to big girls quite honestly. She had been getting more and more adamant about seein...
[Note: The hotwife in this story is, well, a wife, right? That means she has a husband. When she gets hot, he becomes a cuckold. You following this, Annony? Get over it, or read a different story. Oh, yeah, one more thing -- BTB is a fetish and has no place in Loving Wives.] *** Tracy and Don Elliott, empty-nesters in their late 40s, supplement their incom...
Life was a bit mundane for Tracy. She was married for about thirteen years. She was a wife, mother, daughter, friend, sister. But, she felt very alone. Things were okay with her marriage. They had great sex, but, did struggle connecting emotionally. This frustrated Tracy very much. Her husband was an introvert and she was an extrovert. One day, she went loo...
Note: Fiona and Frank are in most of my stories. Tracy will probably make good on her promise to return. * "I can't do this." Tracy half whimpered. "Can't, or won't? " Fiona asked "I really don't think I can. It's just crazy. What if I freak out?" "Then you will freak out, and I will calm you down, and we will go on with it." "What if someone finds ou...
Sweating bullets and ever conscious of her stern academic advisor's disapproving indifference, Tracy moved to the final suggestion on her list of possible topics. "I was thinking I might do my thesis on Slave Yoga," Tracy said. "It's very trendy, and there's a lot of interesting psychological aspects." Tracy's faculty advisor, Dr. Agatha Crush, had dismiss...
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Cain Dingle sat in the departure lounge at Manchester Airport. Though he played the hard man and never shirked from a confrontation, the one fear in his life was flying. Not the actual flight, just take off and landing. He sipped at the Jack Daniels and coke, his third, and glanced nervously at the departures board, dreading the time his Barcelona flight w...
The next day Cathy got a phone call from Tracy. "Hey," she said, "don't let Trish freak you out. She's uh, a little too into it sometimes. You know? She forgets that this is a pretty freakin' wild set-up she's got and it's not so easy to just jump right in." "Did you?" Cathy asked. Tracy had always seemed rather sensible and normal to Cathy. The idea that...