Even I will admit this story is a little on the unusual side but it is 100% true. I have and will always consider myself a straight man. I think even to call myself bisexual is not entirely accurate. Being a natural and experienced dominant I was well accustomed to offering my services to women who I didn't find particularly attractive. I had never considere...
It was an odd question to ask someone considered to be your best friend, or maybe I was reading it wrong since it was a text message.... The message, waking me from my sleep read, "I know this might sound weird, but can I use your wife to go to a wedding with me next Saturday?" Where do I even begin to respond? This text coming from my best friend Dan, wh...
This is a story about my fetish for my wife's feet and pantyhose and if this isn't your thing then please just move on. If it is then I hope you enjoy this story! I love the holidays not only for the festive spirit and positive feelings but to once again know that my wife will be dressing up a bit and have on some sexy heels and hose! As we got ready f...
April April watched her husband, Winston, walk into the house, still dripping wet from the hot tub. "Just bring the bottle," her friend, Missy, had said when Winston offered to get drinks for everyone. The stars were overhead in the beautiful June night sky, and it was cool enough to want to stay in the warm water of the tub connected to the pool in the pri...
My wife Erica and I have been together for over twenty years. We're both in our mid-forties and, though she's had two kids, she still looks ten years younger and there's not a stretch mark on her body. She's not a diet and exercise nut, but she's naturally well shaped and very, very sexy. Her breasts are a large B cup or a small C, and because she always wea...
When I arrived home and saw the red BMW in the driveway my heart skipped a beat. Only two weeks after I was made to select him from the escorts portfolio, this was going to be the night he would transform me into my wife's cuckold. As I entered the house I was greeted with the smell of perfume and the stern voice of my wife from upstairs "Remove all of your...
I had promised my wife to take her away for a dirty weekend to celebrate our first wedding anniversary. I had pushed the boat out and booked us a fancy hotel in the middle of the Parisian Red Light District 'Le Pigalle' known for its art, coffee shops and of course sex. I booked the Eurostar train tickets and told my wife to be ready for a weekend of romanti...
Jack and Veronica's journey ends here. Please note this concluding chapter will have much more meaning if you have read the preceding chapters. Thank you to all for your past and future feedback. I was beginning to feel schizophrenic. My mood was swinging violently from euphoric arousal to apocalyptic depression. I could close my eyes, and images of my subm...
My wife and I live in a small, suburban community, and it's hard to find really good friends unless you're in the same PTA or country club. Our best friends were our neighbors, who lived across the street. We liked them a lot, and we often spent many weekend nights having impromptu wine tastings. Ben was a large, black man -- a former pro football player who...
I stood at the exit from customs anxiously awaiting the arrival of my company's special guest that had just landed on a flight from Beijing through Tokyo. Professor Tze Yeung Lok was an expert; some considered him the leading expert, on Chinese herbs and natural compounds. It had taken the company, Apollo Pharmaceuticals, over a year to convince the Professo...