The warm rays of the early summer sun felt nice on my skin. I was lying in my backyard, trying to get rid of the last of my tan lines. Lying nude, sipping on a cold long-island iced tea, I reflected on my life. It has been over five years since I left my husband of thirty years. The last of our three children had left and Tom and I finally confronted the tr...
She'd never met him, not even talked on the phone. Now he was coming to meet her, making the long drive in a camper. She could count the times she'd been in a tent on the fingers of one hand, and have fingers left over. She'd never ever even set foot in a camper. She was nervous, very nervous. They'd had sex online, which when you came down to it, was very...
Alex had called me to her studio. I had been utterly busy with work, the last time I had seen her had been months ago in one of the expositions. I rang on the doorbell and the lock clicked open a few seconds later with nobody asking through the intercom about the ringer's identity. I walked in to the lower floor of the duplex that doubled as her studio. The...
It is always a hard thing to call when people break up. Suddenly a sense of being out there. Available. I suppose that was what happened with Joan the night she decided to just go for it. She had re-established contact with a few of her old mates and quite naturally started with a visit to an old haunt, the Shakespeare Pub in Bethnal Green. It was just like...
He was sitting there as he watched her luscious lips wrap around the base of his cock, the subliminal sex messages of the music resonating in his head while he wrapped his fingers in the soft strands, pulling and stroking. The phone was in his other hand as he listened to his father talk about nonsense. He guessed it was because he had this young thing sucki...
Oh boy...am I an idiot! After Abby and our daughter got home from the tournament and I had a chance to be alone with Abby, I told her I knew what she had done with John...and I was ok with it. "What exactly is it you think I did with John?" she demanded. "Well, uh, you know..." I stammered. "I have no idea what you are talking about. What the hell are y...
This is a fictionalized account of real-life events. * I first met "Wifey" online when she was 24 years old, a few years before we got married. She was then, and still is, a strikingly beautiful brunette; a real head-turner. She's an exotic beauty with a bloodline going back to the Balkan region of Europe. She's tall, but not too tall, with perfectly curve...
One fine Saturday, John and I were kicking' back, having' a few suds and other self-medication, when out of nowhere, John looked at me and said something that immediately got my attention. "What do you think about swapping' our women around some tonight?" I laughed and said, " I bet we could pull it off with very little work." Then I proceeded to tell Jo...
This story is true. Only the name has been changed to protect my lover, my slut. The submission of this story is for her. The idea that others can enjoy the thought of her seduction into being a slut wife is intoxicating to me and gift to her. I'm sure she would never think of submitting our story, but it is not the first time I would push her to do more tha...
On the Friday after Thanksgiving Bill and I were invited to swinger's party in southern Florida. We have been friends of the couple that was hosting the party and they invited us to stay at the house. They have a large home and a spacious backyard with a pool, hot tub, tiki bar and is enclosed with privacy fence. We got there early Friday afternoon and helpe...