This is a continuation of a story published in the Exhibitionist section back in November. I suggest the viewer read that story first as the events at the end of that story lead directly into this story and provide the necessary background. Here is the link: https://www.literotica.com/s/wendys-adventures-pt-07 After Wendy came back from her impromptu meeti...
You're wearing a nice light breezy dress and sitting at your desk. I have arranged for people to have reasons to be in your office constantly all morning. As you come back from getting your coffee, I slip quietly under your desk and wait for you. A co-worker named Mark enters with you and as you slide your chair under your desk, your knee brushes against my...
We used to go to the same pub at least a couple of times every week; became "regulars," and got to know loads of people. Only about a 10 minute walk from home, it was great. One young man of about 20, called Richard, seemed to develop a sort of "crush" on my wife. Don't get me wrong, nobody flirts more than me, and I had a passionate kiss with a few women fr...
Stella was sensible. She knew that Paul would be at the meeting, and that they might meet again and chat, but she also knew that the likelihood of anything happening between them was so remote as to be not worth considering. In any case, they were both now married again to other people and years had past since their divorce. Steve was not so sure. He and St...
On Tuesday, Lindsay caught Cindy in her driveway after work. Lindsay was a little concerned with the reaction of her new neighbors to their little get-together that past Friday. Little get together? Lindsay and her husband, Rich, had the newcomers over for an evening in their hot tub. Not exactly swingers, but Lindsay and Tom were willing and open to sex wi...
As my eyes start to close, I have one last thought, a prayer almost. I pray that when my eyes close again... I find peace. But not the peace of dreams. Please, if anyone is listening... no more dreams. And then my eyes flutter shut. -- "Hey, Dad?" "Dad, wake up." "Dad... DAD... we're there." I open my eyes wearily. I was dreaming and...what was I drea...
Living on the edge has never been my philosophy. If anything, I am a rule follower. Oh, I might stretch some rules a bit, but like a stretched rubber band I snap back to a personal reality in due course. A while back on these pages I confessed to having cheated on my loving, adorable, little miss perfect wife. The seven-year itch hit, my then secretary lure...
My wife Astrid Ashford Thomas has such an awesome big ass. I just can't seem to stop thinking about fucking it. If you saw her fabulous heart-shaped ass, you'd know how I feel. She's got one of those thick ghetto booties that seem to be made for fucking. At the age of fifty, she's still fine-looking. A six-foot-tall, thick-bodied and large-breasted black wom...
Pressure builds, and he bolts. Where can he find some peace and quiet, and someone who doesn't know who he is? Hugh Jackman finds an oasis of calm and hot sex, away from the spotlight. This is a fantasy, and in no way reflects a real incident, nor do I wish to cause concern or upset to Mr Jackman and his family in anyway with this erotic story. However if...
Author's note: this is pure fantasy; it never happened. Both the characters are subjects (or victims, LOL) of my imagination. Karen and I had met on line and had been exchanging emails for some time now. While we hadn't even chatted, let alone met or talked on the phone, we were becoming friends. We were both married and heading into uncharted waters, but...