My name is John Hartman and I am a 45 year old man and was recently widowed after a happy twenty year marriage. My wife died after a severe automobile accident last year. It had been fourteen months since her untimely death and I was lonesome. My ex-wife was an amazing creature of oozing sex. She could fuck and suck me to orgasm many times in the course of a...
My story started several years ago when my best mate Phil and I were out having a quiet drink while our wives, Tina and Laura, were on a hen night. The conversation always turned to sex as we both moaned that we never got enough. Our wives used to take our moaning in good spirit as “typical men’s moans”. Anyway the conversation this night centred on our dro...
The events and conversations in this story are true, the names have been changed to protect our privacy. * The first time a woman goes into a hotel room with a man, she is under a great deal of stress. The man is larger, stronger and she has no idea of how he is going to act, once he has her alone. Added to this, is the stress that Maggie was going through...
Author's note: This is a sequel to my first story, My Sexual Adventure, and incorporates many of the characters from the first story, plus a few new ones. This story takes place after the events of Chapter 6, during Chris's remaining college years. All characters are over 18, and all are loosely based on my favorite porn stars listed below. Remember to rate...
American readers may be inclined to think the following is a work of fiction, and if my wife ever reads it, I hope that she does, too. * Having landed in Frankfurt for a business meeting but having some hours to kill, I drove my rental car up the A5 north and east around the city to the nearby village of Burgholzhausen. At the edge of the village, between...
When Sara suggested that Mike join Janet in the shower, he wasted no time doing just that. Steam from the shower filled the private bath. He could just make out his wife’s silhouette through the frosted glass of the oversized shower stall. Her white garter and stockings lay discarded on the tile floor. He hung his robe on a hook on the back of the door and o...
This time of year the sweltering, humid nights come early to this Florida beachside community; Lia often comes by on these steamy nights. My house is a white Craftsman cottage bounded on two sides in sand grass and brushed by swaying palmettos and bald cypress trees. This is my la douce France'. In Balzac's words this patch of sandy earth is my Touraine. L...
My name is Edna, Eddie for friends, the female part of a long time married couple. Let me describe my exterior. 5.8" tall, 145 lbs, rather fit but not fixated with gym. I have bob cut blond hair and azure-blue eyes. Due my height a couple of long legs prop my ample hips and a rather thick ass up. My husband says my ass is a size over my frame and this is the...
Sandra looked at herself in the mirror, smoothing down her little black dress. The nervousness she was feeling didn't seem to show at all, but she wasn't certain if she would be able to keep up the façade of coolness, or if she would be able to go through with this. She ran her eyes up and down her reflection, pleased with what she saw, even after forty year...
I had known Chrissy ever since she was a prepubescent teenage girl growing up next door. Early on she had frequently come over to spend time with my own daughter who was five years younger, and quite often baby-sitting for my ex-wife and I whenever we needed a sitter for one reason or another. After my divorce, there was little reason for her to come over as...