Part One - Beginnings It had to happen one day I guess. I had such a collection of porn on my hard drive, that it was inevitable that one day my wife would stumble across it. It wouldn't have been so bad if it was average, everyday porn, but my collection consisted of more 'specialist' images. There were pictures of shemales with big hard cocks dressed in s...
Austin came home on Friday... like every other Friday. My kids were ready to go to their father's house and I told him to take them. The house would be empty and I could no longer wait to extract... revenge? No... too strong a word. Satisfaction. Now there was a word to describe the myriad of thoughts running through my brain. I had gone on the computer an...
Friday night. Sarah and I were having dinner in a fancy restaurant, alone, as we occasionally did, when we noticed Allyson entering the premises. She was accompanied by a man whom neither of us knew. At first Allyson didn't notice us, but when we were spotted, I could see in her expression for a quick instant that she wasn't happy with our presence there. I'...
Sandy fucks Steve There were many more encounters that I didn't write about, they were too similar to previous one, just different slutty dresses and clothing for her men. It seems even strange lovers have their own comfort levels and kinks that they like played out. Same with Sandy, she would often step out of her comfort zone for us but she still liked th...
Note 1: This is a 2011 Christmas contest story so please vote. Note 2: A special thanks goes to Estragon for editing this story. * My wife is amazing. I have listened to man after man complain about their wives. I have heard that once she says 'I do', she no longer does the dirty nasty shit she did when she was trying to trap you. Well, if that is the cas...
Sally Ambivalent. In two minds. That's how I was feeling all day. On the one hand, my normal view of myself was that I was conservative, modest, faithful and so on, however, I spent that Saturday buying clothes to turn myself into a total slut, and I'd never felt so excited. With my second glass of Prosecco in my hand, it was time to choose which outfit to...
It was the middle of January and things had been slow since New Years Eve. Joe didn't trust the remaining kids as much as Tommy and Bruce, so with them gone Sharon had not been getting as much sex. Which meant she was horny has hell when Joe called her on a Friday night from the Center and told her to dress up for dinner; they were going out. Nothing too sle...
Swingerjoe recently wrote an alternate ending to One, Fifty or One Hundred. And it probably upset me as much as the original story upset swingerjoe if the speed at which he put out another story is any indication. I have, on occasion written an alternative, but now I am writing an alternative to an alternative. Something to fill in the blanks. Why? Well,...
My wife (Jill) and I have been having an argument about swinging for the last couple of years. I want to have an occasional slut for a wife and she says it would be too degrading and that all she needs or wants is me. After one particularly intense sex session she admitted that it might be fun, just try it once. I latched on to that statement and brought it...
This is a true story by a drop-dead gorgeous mid-thirties housewife (so I've been told) who has been proudly black owned for the past three years. Many of the details may not be as graphic as you would like, but I am putting this together from three years of memories. The phone rang, once, twice, three times and then I heard James voice from the other end....