My best friend, Bob, was a first class shit. All women were just pussies to him. Meant to be fucked and that was all they were good for. It was his goal in life to screw any girl he could. It made no difference to him who they were. And he would do anything to fulfill his goal. But he was my friend, regardless. When he announced to me one day that he was go...
Author's note: This story includes bisex between two mature males, among other things. You have been warned... It felt a little strange, sharing a room with another couple while on vacation, but here we were. My wife and the wife of the other couple have been friends since high school. Tucker and I became friends because, with as often as we found ours...
After enjoying a long, warm bath I was looking forward to a really good night out on the town with my wife, but at that time I had no idea just how good it was going to be. I entered the bedroom to view my wife totally naked. Taking in her gorgeous body I reflected that our life together was really good and also that nature had been kind to her after having...
My wife Elizabeth and I have been married 10 years and had on several occasions talked about involving another partner "male" in our lovemaking but do to our social standings and the kids we had opted to fantasize And keep our eyes open for the right person and time. My wife is 32 5-4 135lbs. And with her bright red hair and a short skirt she can stop traff...
Narindar Singh continued his story - For all his experience of soldiering in India Major Fortescue-Harris had a memory lapse that was about to cost him dear. He had forgotten that Afghan, Pathan and Sikh women were not the drudges, the pathetic creatures of some of the so-called untouchables. Most of the women were of good caste, not low caste menials. Lak...
I was drifting between consciousness and unconsciousness; in fact I could still hear Leno in the back round. Jen was on the computer playing some game, not sure what it was. The room was slightly lit between the TV and the computer screen, with a slight flicker like some sort of old light bulb that didn't quite work right. It was quiet, no sound. Not an ee...
When I woke to see Ann standing in the bedroom smiling at me my feelings of shame and guilt began to overwhelm me. I could see tears in Ann's eyes, just short of falling down her cheeks. I realized that I was naked and that Joan was standing there looking at me, as well as Sanya. Ann and I both began to talk at the same time, but I let Ann go when I realize...
PROLOGUE: "What was I doing in an adult toy store?" I asked myself, grinning, as I hefted the container of expensive sex-lube. Cymrick Beckham didn't need porn. Married to the hottest wife in town, what need did I have for DVDs of other folks having commercial sex? Nevertheless, smiling like many another man, I let my eye scan along the racy, sexy titles o...
My wife and I never talked about it. I'm really not sure how it became a thing with us either. It's possible she saw porn on my computer. I think years ago she saw some printed out stories and read them. She never acted on them, nor talked to me about what was in them, but if she read them, she knew what I was reading and jerking off to. While I don't thin...
Mark sat on the edge of his cot still trembling from being shocked for the last hour in Mistress Diana's play room. It had been several months since he last saw his wife Patty. Mark remembered the last five meetings watching his wife being breed with those black men. Mistress Diana kept him in suspense all this time wondering if Patty had been impregnated w...