Introduction My husband is the type of man that when he wants something, he is very insistent and demanding. He wanted us both to share sex and fun with other couples and liberal people. The idea of seeing his wife in a new situation, like having sex with other people, became his most desired fetish. At his insistence, I agreed that we would go to a Swin...
Introduction. Mike and I have been sharing emails since he placed a few images of his wife Linda on an 'amateur wife' website. I commented on his wife's good looks and admired her breasts. He quickly told me that he loves to imagine Linda being fucked in public by a mature guy with a long cock; someone who knew how to make her squeal, to give her intense pl...
This is a somewhat short LW story that ties in with the NC Bobby and the Cheerleader Car-Wash series. My personality tends to be reflected in my stories. I am an upfront guy, sometimes confrontational on some matters. Over the decades, I've had a few friends who were the victims of cheating wives. This story, except for the mercenary career of the husband, i...
My full name is Simran Kaur Ahluwalia. I am a house-wife from India, aged 31. I live with my husband Balwinder Singh Ahluwalia, in a four bed-room apartment in one of India's largest cities - Mumbai. I have known my husband, since my school days, as both of us lived in the same locality during our child-hood. We fell in love at college and got married after...
My wife is always horny 24 hours a day she always has sex on her mind. How would you like to come home from work and open the door and you hear your wife moaning in the bedroom. You walk up to the bedroom door and you peek in and see your wife with a Budweiser bottle wedged in her cunt. The bottle is lodged in her cunt with the wide part inserted first. She...
(Author's note - this is the follow-up to 'The Ski Lodge: First Night'. My apologies to those of you who have been waiting - I hope it's been worthwhile.) The snowplough was making slow progress. Charlie looked at his watch again – twenty past two. The girls would be getting worried. Pete was looking quite a bit the worse for wear, now. The effects of the...
Sketches in the Night I The Cop He left Homicide a little after midnight, turned east on 51st and headed towards the lake, for his apartment off South University. He rubbed his eyes, tried to wipe away the burn that had come with working thirty hours straight, then he yawned, pinched away a lacrimal tear as he pulled up to the red light at Cottage Grove. H...
It was a Friday night, I was tired and my heart hurt. It had been a long week of meetings, of professional pleading, and interactions with people who cloaked personal insecurities with rudeness. Perhaps I shouldn't have been surprised. It was the city, and cities were filled with important people doing important things, and though I lived in the city and e...
Hi, Jorge here. I hope you liked this story I made and you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I welcome any criticism, but please remember this is my first story. ***** Hello, and welcome to the journal where I write my dirty adventures. Let me begin by introducing myself: my name's Jorge Robles, I'm a 41 year old Latino P.E. coach at my local sch...
It has been at least two years since I was in the old neighborhood. It hasn't changed much, the same bodega on the corner, the same buildings. I had decided to take a walk; I called in sick because I didn't feel like sitting in an all day meeting. Our Monday meeting lasts all day, and it is normally a forum for my boss to drone on and on about himself. I now...