My wife Daisy and I are portrait painters. Usually, when I tell people that, I get a puzzled expression. Fact is, rich people still get their mugs immortalized in oil on canvas. The Cordells, in Texas, were a good example. Four generations of Cordells had their portraits painted and hung in the main house at the ranch. Daisy and I got the commission to pain...
My wife and I had looked forward to this trip for quite some time. It was certainly a well deserved and much needed break from everyday life. It also happened to be the first cruise for both of us. As it turned out, it was the vacation of a lifetime. Before the trip, Kacey and I had gone out clothes shopping. She needed a new dress or two for the trip and...
For many women, such as my wife Terry, there is a very fine line between a man’s adoration for them, and being treated like a sweet piece of prime meat. Which is perhaps often the reason for women’s pretentious behavior towards men in general. That’s not to say that women don’t enjoy getting dressed up even to the point of looking slutty just for us, but I’m...
The family was out shopping. I was left at home to begin my favorite weekly duty. Not! Mowing the lawn. It’s a big lawn and I do it with a self propelled push mower because it’s about all the exercise I get. Takes me about three hours if I don’t take too many breaks. I squared off a corner and spied a figure jogging down our country lane. I couldn’t make ou...
My wife and I had been married several years when, looking to ad some spice to our sex life, we began experimenting sexually with other people. Our first experience was with a handsome, Hispanic police officer, whom she seduced in our apartment one night after she’d had enough booze to lose her inhibitions. That night, I discovered how incredibly exciting...
I suppose after 15 years of marriage you could say we were in a sort of sexual rut, a happy rut, but a rut nevertheless. Janice and I married young, she was 18 and I was 19, both of us went to the marriage bed as innocent virgins with no practical experience or knowledge to guide our first amorous fumblings. Sex became a joy in our lives, once we had the han...
My Wife’s Night Class, 6: Posing with Nick While Wendell and my wife were back in the bedroom deciding on an outfit for her to wear, my hard-on subsided and I took a piss in a plastic bottle I’d brought into the closet with me. I knew this session might take awhile, so I was prepared. Occasionally I peeked in at John, Jerry, and the always-ready-to-fuck Nic...
[This is a continuation of the previous chapter. Please read it first so that you will know how this situation came about.] Part 6: My Surprise Sylvia slowly walked toward the bed in the middle of the room. My eyes are glued to her perfect ass. The emphasized sway of her hips is hypnotic. While it is difficult not to continue my mindless ogling, my gaze dr...
“That was an incredible dinner,” I said as Jody leaned over my left shoulder to take my empty plate. “You’re any incredible cook, Jody.” Jody smiled and kissed the top of my head. “Why thank you, kind sir. I love having you visit. You’re a lot of fun.” Reaching past me to retrieve the plate, Jody’s perky medium-sized tits nearly brushed the side of my head....
It had been about six weeks since we last visited the adult bookstore. We had talked about our encounters there many times and it had spurred some wild love making sessions. We decided it was time to go back and see what would happen. I guess the unknown and spontaneity of going there is what was so attractive to us. I picked my wife up from work and we dro...