Everything was going to shit. Gabriel sat at the back of the tour bus staring like an idiot at his phone's screen. The band was in Florida...somewhere. He wasn't sure. He didn't give a fuck. Abby had chosen to stay back in California because her sister had had a mysterious accident a few days before the tour started. Come to think of it, it was just a day a...
Dillon Court Neighbors -- Ch. 03 Neighbors in four homes enjoy group sex This is a three part story about a place the author lived for a while. The chapters will be posted on consecutive days. Chapter 1 is a warm up for the subsequent two chapters. * * * * * Mike and I talked about the Winslow party on and off the following week. I felt good about it be...
Jack dawdled over his morning newspaper and coffee. It was a sleepy Saturday in the early spring, and he and Jill had no plans for the day. She had gone to the market right after breakfast, and he was alone for a time. Getting up and stretching, he walked into the master bath and had a quick shower, then dried himself and slipped into his oversized white ter...
Hi. It's me, Linda, again—the sometimes horny second grade teacher. Remember the story I told you a few days ago about watching this really horny couple I met masturbate for each other and for me? I really shouldn't have told you about that, and I need you to promise you won't tell anyone else about it. After all we are all respectable citizens, and we don't...
The weekend after we helped Jill move, my parents left for a cruise. My parents weren't rich by any means, but I had received a lot of scholarship money, Brian had his own job now, and Jill... Well Jill made a lot of friends and seemed to be pretty much independent. My parents never mentioned it, and neither did she, but I was pretty sure she was an escort o...
The tapping of the keys was the only sound in the office. I had the door closed so Maggie had no clue. She thought I was working on the Myers report which she told me was due to her sometime today. Actually, that report was done but the cover was good for finishing the last chapter in my book. With a glance at the closed door, I grinned to myself and began o...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Ethen Mollenkay sat in the cramped airplane seat and wished he had taken a sleeping pill. The man seated next to him was a very large man; he did not fit in the small seat. He crowded against Ethen, and his body odor was quite strong. Thankfully, thoug...
It's worth noting, this works a bit better as a sequel to "Happy Hour," but I'm hoping that it works on its own as well. Also, remember that we are in Loving Wives, and there is some element of that within. Enjoy! ***** "Ping," my phone let me know that I had a text message. I also noticed the time and started heading home from work. My wife, Sarah, had...
This is a follow on from "The Party Needs A Stripper". These stories are fiction! I'm not going to worry about safe sex, real life -- or about those people who don't like this sort of story (although it is mildly interesting that such people still read this type of story!). The first story is one where my wife agreed to be the stripper at the retirement pa...
James Carter was fucking his beautiful blonde wife, Victoria, from behind. She was on all fours, taking it doggie style. It was Sunday evening and they were making love in their bedroom. On their dresser, at the end of their bed, was a flat screen LCD TV. It was directly in front of them as they fucked and they were, for the umpteenth time that weekend, watc...