This is another true story of my wife three years after Venus conception time. * We were, Tina and I (John) in Ibiza having left Venus for a week with Tina's parents in France. I am not a great dancer and when my young wife Tina started dancing with this muscular blond German in the beach club, I just returned to my conversation about boating, still half...
My wife and I live in Istanbul. We are both 35 and married for 9 years. My wife was a virgin when we married, and she did not even see a naked man before, except for the movies. She is 166 cm tall, with a very pretty figure of 94-60-90 and a really very beautiful face. Her very big tits are still the favorite parts of her body, although they are not as firm...
Group of scientists in Massachussetts. At a local bistro. Private party. They have to plan. Scientific expedition. "So, where is the big trip next month?" Admonished asked, dipping his fries in a mixture of ketchup and a local hot sauce. The sauce had a blend of various peppers, including jalapeno and the infamous Scotch bonnett. He knows the chef. A bit to...
Its amazing how sometimes the first can be your last. I'm 23 now, but this goes back a few years to my first experience, when I used to be in the states. Over the years spent there, I would consider myself lucky to have had a few interesting experiences, though only a true, and real one with one girl. Campus was full of girls, looking to have a good time, an...
“How can you live with yourself?” My mother had asked me a few months ago after I had finally told her what I did for a living. Then, I had given her my fake smile and had shrugged it off, saying that the money kept the nightmares and my conscious away. But the truth was that it was getting harder to live within my own skin. As the months crept by and the d...
She was telling us about a vacation they went on the year after they were married to a resort in the islands. A resort with a nude beach. I put my hand on hubby's crotch and felt his half hard erection. "Seems he sure likes the idea of seeing you nude." I said. She said her guy had often thought and talked about me and seeing me nude. He was staring at my...
The man we planned to meet comes to the downtown Toronto hotel where we are staying on our vacation. We go to the bar on the first night of our stay. When we get to the lobby, you and I split up, and enter the bar separately, so that no one knows we're together. You are dressed in a short black leather skirt, a white silk blouse, stiletto heeled pumps, thigh...
Sometime in the wee hours of the morning he nudged her awake. She was laying snuggled up between his legs, her head resting on his chest and her feet drawn up into the robe. His feet, on the other hand, were sticking out and were definitely chilly, causing him to initiate the change in venue. Once ensconced in the bed they both promptly fell back to sleep cl...
Lisa was my wife, friend, lover for four too short years. Dead two and a half times the length of our marriage, she lies under an ancient oak tree's sprawling canopy in Overland Park, a relatively new, yet unfilled cemetery on the north side of the small berg I live in. On this May 18th, as I do every May 18th, I called on Lisa, the mother of our born dead...
Her name was Tatiana. I met her on a two-week excursion to Switzerland. She lived in the flat one floor below the one I was staying in during my vacation. Tatiana was a Russian beauty with short blond hair, blue eyes and an attractive, slim figure. In her mid-20's, she liked to wear tight fitting tops showing a well conditioned midriff and European-style jea...