You may want to read chapter 1 before reading this chapter. 'Thank You' to WanderingScot for editing this story. Chapter 2: Some things about Mary. Mary tells her story: First, I want the readers to know that I'm not a whore, slut or what they call a cougar. Joey and I are just close friends. I have never gone after young men in my life. There was just...
*** Warning *** This story is written in the second person and is about group sex between married people who aren't married to each other. Please don't read this if those ideas bother you. I don't want anyone to become annoyed because of this piece of fiction that I wrote. Thanks, Gustav Jorgenson *** End Warning *** You and your wife are relaxing at ho...
If you read my story, A Little Help for a Friend, you realize my wife and I used a three way to help a friend get back to having sex again after a tragedy. That friend, Julie, wanted to take us to Key West on a wild sexual adventure. All I needed to do was two expensive bikes for her; one a very expensive carbon fiber triathlon bike and the other nice road b...
There's just something special about a spring day out in the country. That's where I am now, sitting comfortably and typing on my iPhone. It's the kind of day where I didn't really need to build a fire. I did so anyway because I love the sounds it makes, sending a hot draft whistling up the chimney to join with the song of the swirling breezes outside. It re...
I know from reading the many erotic stories that a lot of married men fantasize about seeing their wives with other men, either going the whole way and having sex with them or just being naked and exposed in front of them. I want to relate to you the first experience I had of this, and how it changed my life. My name is Laura. I am an attractive blond with...
Tom and I were sitting in my living room solving the world's problems. It was Friday evening and I had invited him over for a few drinks after work. Instead of solving the world's problems, though, we seemed to be spending most of our time on my problems. My wife Linda and I had been married for eight years and our sex life, which had been so great for so l...
My name is Anthony Taylor, Anthony to my friends, never Tony. On my visiting card I call myself Anton Schneider. A straightforward translation, harmless enough. However, the letters appended to my name, Dip. VIST, are, I admit, a fiction. I believe there is no academic qualification for sex therapists and therefore no Vienna Institute of Sex Therapists to aw...
"Anthony, wake up!! Movie's done," Sonya said, shaking me awake. I woke up and saw the ending credits of the indie movie we had downloaded moving up the screen. "Oh, Sonya, I'm sorry," I told her, groggily. "Guess I was pretty tired." "That's okay, it wasn't that great...you seen one zombie movie, you've seen 'em all," Sonya said, turning off the big sc...
Aileen had always been an adventurous girl, even with her religious upbringing. Her parents had encouraged her to participate in extra curricular activities, such as girl scouts, sports, and even the international student exchange program. And it was in Spain that she'd met Tadeo. The handsome college boy had been so taken with the lovely American redhead; h...
Ralph and Jill were getting ready to leave the party at a friends house. They had been there for many hours, drinking, dancing and just having fun. They were both a bit horney and they wanted to get home and fuck. Five other couples were there, all people they knew from work. Three of the couples were married, the others were living together. Everyone had...