Strip poker is a classic game, and for good reason. It can be a slightly risqué party game (try playing a round of old-fashioned Spin the Bottle after every winning hand) or the perfect way to set up a long night of affection between, or among, consenting adults. Watching someone else take off a piece of clothing every few minutes can be a great tension-buil...
I was driving home having just dropped Karen and John at their house. I had loved the experience of spending the day baring it all with my slut and her cuckold husband. I had a semi erection the entire ride home from the beach. Karen had practically begged me to stay the night. I needed to get a good nights rest as I was tired from the sun. John had been a...
My wife, Fundelight, and I decide to take a trip to Vegas. A place where we knew no one and could redefine who we were for a brief time. We arrived a bit haggard and check into our hotel. When we reach our room we quickly put on our swimsuits and headed down to the vast hotel pool. I was pleased to see that Fundelight was wearing a short, flashy, metallic sw...
I am a poker player, but not a gambler. Gamblers are people who play blackjack, craps, or the lotto—these people cannot win in the long term. It is a statistical certainty that they will lose; therefore, they are gambling. Good poker players only play those cards that statistically win over the long term; therefore, since I'm in that group, I am not a gamble...
My husband's company transferred him to a new job (and a new town) a couple of years ago. It happens more often than I'd like, and it's never an easy thing picking up and moving away from people and places you know. But he's moving up in the company, and it's just what he has to do if he wants to keep his job. When we moved to this new town, my husband was...
Karen Ch 3 I knew something was wrong. I sensed it all day by his unusual behavior. Robert was preoccupied and seemed a little jumpy. But, I chose to roll over and try to go to sleep; he would tell me when he was ready. And never in my wildest dreams would I have guessed what he would tell me. "Hon," Robert said, "you can't go tomorrow." I rolled back ov...
Chapter 2 - The Neighbours In my last submittal, I told the story of how I first became a wife watcher. It has now been 20 years since then and our lives have progressed along with our sexual adventures. I will over the next few submittals try and bring the story up to date and hopefully give readers an insight into how we have lived. Anyway, after our adv...
"Hey, guys!" My wife Jean squealed as she caught site of our friends, Brian and Lisa, waiting in the Baggage Claim area on Sunday. She ran to them and threw her arms around Brian. As usual the two of them embraced bodies touching from shoulder to knee. As usual I saw Brian's hand land right below Jean's belt. Not far enough below to cause a scene, but it alw...
Charlie, Jack, Ron, Steve and I sat down for our usual Friday night around the green felt-topped poker table. "Where are the chips?" asked Charlie. "Tonight the game is a little different," I grinned. At that moment, Breanna strutted in, wearing black 4 inch heels, which accentuated her fishnet stockinged calves and her luscious ass. Her pink nipples wer...
I'd like to tell you a story about the night that my wife got what she really deserved (and turned out to want) even though she wasn't looking for it. To make a long background story short, my wife can sometimes be a tease. She is a beautiful five feet two inches of curves and long blonde hair and flashing green eyes, and chock full of sex appeal. Men (and w...