This story was inspired by two songs: "Dirty Talk" by Wynter Gordon and "Skip to the Good Bit" by Rizzle Kicks. Listen to the songs, read the story, and be inspired to get it on. That order of operations is not required. Enjoy! * * * She looks delicious in the shadow of the bar. The woman is like something out of a fashion magazine: five foot, eight...
Author's Note: My special thanks to The Soulful Bard for reviewing and improving my story. All errors are strictly mine. Please be patient. The first two chapters set the stage for the hot action that follows in subsequent chapters. * * * Aiko and Gerald resumed their usual life. Work and family issues prevented them from giving any further thought to h...
Burned out. That's what I was on the occasion of my boss's 4th of July party last year. I was twenty-six years old, just three years out of UC Heritage's school of Business, a junior accountant at one of the most prestigious firms in the greater Heritage area, and I was just as burned out as a man could be and still drag himself into work each day. I had be...
When she decided not to enter Rats apartment she took the stairs to the ground floor and left the building. Her mind was in a completely clouded state, it felt like she was intoxicated, when you feel separated from the rest of the world but somehow still available to function on a really basic level, trying to coordinate your moves in order not to fall. She...
Unbeknownst to me, my wife was ready. Ready to make a baby. She told me we were going on a date. I had assumed we would make lobe that evening, but what I got that night was every man's erotic fantasy come true. My wife has a secret. But you would never guess that. She drives me wild with desire, because I know her secret. At 5'2" and 115 pound figure,...
My wife Lynn and I have been married for 5 years. Lynn had attended a big university in the South, and then moved to Dallas were we met. We married after a year of dating. Lynn is 5' 6", 110 lbs., has shoulder length blond hair, a body she keeps in good shape by working out at the gym after work a couple of days a week, and is very attractive. She is slightl...
A rusted swing creaking lazily in the evening breeze. Soft trimmed grass. The basketball hoop without a net standing sentinel. The old shaky slide reflecting the glow of the setting sun. All ringed by a rusted metal fence. The setting sun shadows the playground as time shades the memories. I snapped a photo and messaged it to her. I'm not sure of her number...
We were out for the night, a chance to get away for some adult fun and try to relax after a busy few months. We had always flirted with the idea of a threesome or exploring her bisexual curiosities, but so far things were just a fantasy. We dressed and head out for the night. We both wore jeans, with boots and "C" had a low cut tank top, tight so it showed...
More Short Skirts -- this time tweed kilts. We had arranged to go back 'up country' to collect the tartan tweed suit Bob had ordered for me and I hoped we might meet up with our young friend James who had pleasured me in 'Whisky Galore'. I was a looking forward to seeing if a very traditional tweed/kiltmaking shop had been able to follow Bob's instruction...
This is a brief story recalling our very first experience. There is much written about 'cuckolding' vis-à-vis 'hot-wifing' and frankly I do not know (nor care) which label to apply. What I knew was that for at least the last 7 years the thought of my wife (then girlfriend) seeing other men, with my knowledge, had grown from a fantasy to an absolute obsessi...