"Ya know," I said to my wife, "I'll bet this movie was a little controversial in its time. The premise of a woman sleeping with two separate men that knew about one another had to be pretty risqué back then." We were sitting on the sofa watching Paint Your Wagon, an old musical comedy in which two unlikely prospector partners share the same wife in a Califo...
Author's note #1: Thanks to Hollandguy for his help in editing this story. Author's note #2: Some of you may have seen this story before on a website that is now defunct. However I am the original author of this story. It is not plagiarized. Author's note #3: Even though some of the characters start out as minors, All sexual acts in this story takes place...
Wendy walked me to my car when it was time for me to leave. When we got to the car, wanting in the worse way to see each other really soon, we set another coffee date for Monday night. Then she reached up around my neck and pulled my head down to meet her and we locked in another one of those incredibly erotic kisses that made me feel the boom of the firewor...
Chapter 1 - "Finally!" My wife has never been one to dress conservatively. She doesn't mind showing off skin - string bikini's, halters and short shorts, miniskirts and tiny black dresses. And men enjoy seeing her; at 39, Jenny is still trim and petite. Honestly, she can rock most any outfit. Now and then I've been able to exploit her exhibitionist side:...
The days lingered with little to look forward to except the nights when only my dreams are true. At four, I was labeled an orphan with no idea what it meant, but the people around me were content. My brand didn't care I was frightened. Instead I often dreamed my parents would rescue me from the monsters under my bed. Then one day, all my dreams changed. Th...
There was little debate that my ex wife had provided me the most erotic sexual display I had ever seen. And being a single guy, I've seen plenty. Alone in her room, behind her locked door, I watched her pregnant self massage turn into an angry masturbation session. The fact that it was me she was angry with just made it that much more pornographic. Sure, I...
It had happened again. Sylvie could not believe it. Not that she had much time for such thoughts, considering. It was just so embarrassing and yet she had thought it would all be OK and a really nice, quiet, private thing to do. The river was not one with reeds and any danger of entanglement: rather it was fast flowing with a gravel bottom. Such a hot day an...
It was very late when we awoke and there was nothing of urgency to do on the Saturday, except to have a leisurely lunch and get ready for the party, that evening. The girls cooked the lunch and it was odd to see them behaving like ordinary young housewives, having previously watched them behaving last night, like sex queens. Barry and I spent most of the d...
Note: This is my version of a story called "Civic Duty" that has been on the web for nearly as long as I've been writing. Unfortunately, the copy I have does not list an author or I'd give him credit for the inspiration. I've also lifted my personal prohibition against use of the "N" word after taking a poll on the E&I universe fan group with the vast majori...
Carol had showered, selected clothing and dressed. She was meeting her old friend Janice, the one she had had that strange dream about, in town for coffee. Janice had not had a good experience with marriage. She certainly envied Carol's happy relationship with Mike. They had been friends since school, primary school even and they had talked of all sorts of...