I was off work early that day. I was in our apartment alone. My wife, Trish, was still at work and would be for about 2 more hours. I had quietly settled in with a bourbon and water when I heard a knock on the door. As I opened the door, I recognized Judith, the wife from next door. She had a strained look on her face as she said, "I've locked myself out! I'...
The Predator walked over to one of the stalls and grabbed a handful of toilet paper from the dispenser and then strolled over to the ottoman. He looked at the transvestite whore lying there, her lovely blonde bob and white nylon blouse were covered in the biker's semen, her stockinged thighs spread wide crudely displaying her red nylon panties soaked in her...
I'm writing this as another entry in the hot wife slut diaries. Well we finally did it. Hipster managed to come over and I managed to get him in our bed. After quite a bit of chatting, a phone sex session, and scheduled and then canceled meetings, he got here and in me at last. When he said he was definitely coming over, I was tempted to not get ready after...
My wife Brianna and I were out for drinks. It was at the bar she worked and we were watching the Sox game. Since there was hardly anyone at the bar, we were at a table by ourselves in the corner. Brianna would occasionally get up to go chat with the few customers she knew or with the bartender, who was a friend. Throughout the game, some guy sitting at the b...
Short and to the point: This is a Breast Expansion Fetish story. If B.E.'s not up your alley, then you probably shouldn't bother with this tale. Thank you. ~~~~~~~~~~~ Siren Song: The Final Chord by Paul Gerard (a pen name) ~~~~~~~~~~~ First Draft started 2008-06-17 This version 2014-06-01 Proof-reading: A very heartfelt thank you to CoffeePilot fo...
I had to duck and keep moving to avoid the shrapnel. Dishes were shattering against the wall behind me. She was furious and had every right to be. My now ex-girlfriend couldn't understand why I would run off and marry a kid. I tried to explain that their lives had depended on it but she refused to see it that way. All she saw was the end of eighteen years to...
We had never been to a sex club or swingers party, so I didn't know what to expect. In fact I was flat out nervous. Even though it had been the subject of numerous go-to fantasies in recent years, Emma and I had never followed through. We'd had a couple of encounters with nuru masseuses and Tantric "counselors", but never any interactions with regular people...
It was a short drive to The Club, a small, plain looking brick building in the industrial part of town. Bob used a key-card at an unmarked door and we were in The Club. The Club, as Bob called it, was a neat little place, decorated with pin-up posters of both guys and girls. In the main room, there was a dance-floor and a small stage. There were also severa...
Cyndy and I have been married for 18 years. She is a sexually confident woman who has always attracted attention from men. She dated around alot through high school and college, but she has always denied ever having intercourse with anyone but me. Don't misunderstand me. She confessed long ago to a lot of petting with a high school boyfriend. He was in colle...
Beginning with the day my wife played strip poker with me, while the contractors worked in our basement (see "A Tale to Tell"), Lisa has shown a zest for exhibitionism. It's not something she commonly does just anywhere. That was the first time. Since then, however, she has been very amenable whenever the situation lends itself. I'm not sure if it's the pos...