My First Encounter Hi, all of you I am Tina. I am a very coy Indian housewife who has been brought up under a lot of conservative values. Before the Marriage I was a virgin (really) and never thought of doing it with any other person other than my hubby. Till a few years of our marriage it was plane and simple, and we would do everything in our bedroom out...
Steve continues to stare, not saying one word. I watch him with an evil glint in my eyes and run my hands softly down Janet's back until I reach her ass. I grab it with both hands and pull her supple body against mine. The feel of our breasts and nipples touching sends shivers up and down my body. Janet uses her hands to turn my face back to her. She puts he...
Sarah had become even more beautiful over the years I had known her, blossoming into the sort of woman who no man could avoid drooling over. And yet, even though she clearly put effort into her looks, she clearly knew the effect she had on men- and I was pretty sure she wasn't gay- she had never been on a date. Never even drunkenly kissed a guy, since even a...
Marci quizzes, 'Stilettos or pumps'. A black running shoe dangles from two fingers. She had always preferred stilettos because of the way they highlighted the shape of her legs. Even the shorter heel of a pump had been nice, and not hurt her feet as much. Since the amputation, just about anything without heels felt better and offered more stability on one le...
Sophia sat in the bar patently waiting for her husband to show up or contact her about when he would be there to meet her! They had scheduled their dinner around his plane schedule, and he was already 30 minutes late! He had been out of town on a business trip and they had set up a diner date for when he returned home. They were meeting at a restaurant near...
Tom had met her on holiday the previous year. She was beautiful with a slim willowy figure and as a result had received plenty of male attention. However, she hadn't reacted kindly to this attention. If ignoring them didn't work, she went further. Within seconds of one guy approaching her at the bar, she had poured her glass of wine into his lap. With that a...
It was the annual prom of the funding organization my company was supporting dearly. My wife Jody looked stunning in her velvet gown. It was modestly cut at her cleavage. Small sparkling gems were sewn in the velvety front that clung to her flat stomach. The long, smooth skirt was highlighted by the long slit up her right leg that showed quite some leg encas...
The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes...
I live in San Francisco with my wife of 20 years, Angela. She's a sort of modern hippie. She loves yoga and meditation and all things spiritual, but in this sort of bourgeois NorCal sort of way. As in, she likes meditation at expensive retreats and doing yoga in $500 yoga outfits. "How can you spend $500 on a yoga outfit?" I ask. She turns and offers her r...
Even if my friends hadn't told me many times, I still would know that I'm a prick. I don't think I used to be a prick, but when I got even with my wife, apparently I went too far. You see, it all started about 15 years ago. Tricia (short for Patricia) and I met during our junior year of college. I was an engineering major and she was majoring in public rela...