For a few years after my wife had got gangbanged on a Greek ferry we took our holidays at home, in order to avoid Susan getting out of hand whilst under the influence of cheap booze. Eventually we decided to go to Lanzerote in the Canary Islands. On our first three days there, the weather was glorious and we spent our days on the beach and our evenings in th...
Hi, I'm Richey Davis and this is the truly amazing story of my day. Have you ever been 'singing' a tune in your head, only to turn on the radio and hear that very same song being played over the airwaves? Bizarre I know, but that was how my day started. The song, 'Don't Marry Her' by the Beautiful South had invaded my dream sleep and lodged itself so firmly...
Another loud roar of laughter erupted from the dining room. Yumi glanced up from her English book for the third time, staring wistfully at the door that connected the kitchen to the more formal dining area. It was "Poker Night" in her exchange family's household. Mrs. Gillespie had abandoned the house for the night, off to see her sister who lived all the wa...
I recently got married and before I could bring in my wife, Rupa to the US, the worst recession in a while hit the country. Especially for folks like me on a contract the chances are looking pretty slim. But my wife made it through the consulate interview and we decided to brave it through and that she come stay with me in the US. I really missed her contour...
This is the story of Joshua, who introduces his step mother, Naomi, to a world of sexual liberation. I hope you enjoy the story. Edit by WindySwimming 22 March 2016 Naomi shows off in the park to some college kids The next morning Naomi was fixing breakfast for Joshua wearing a fluorescence green string micro bikini with a white sarong tied at bra level....
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...
This is a Valentine's Day contest story. Please vote. * Jilted lover rails on about the expense of Valentine's Day. Have you seen the price of roses? What is that about? Greed, that's what that's about. Between gas prices and food prices that mysteriously escalate every holiday because of the bullshit excuse of supply and demand, they use the same excuse...
Beverly used to be a real hottie, she could turn all the men's heads; one of those men became her husband. Hank, because that was his name, was twelve years older than Beverly and while not exactly handsome he was relatively wealthy and quite enthusiastic about having a sexy trophy wife that other men would envy him. But that was twenty two years ago, exactl...
Lynn's reputation as a "good girl" was gone. Most of the guys who had fucked her that night had bragged about it to their friends. She was getting looks of disgust from other girls and even her so called friends were avoiding her now. Even the guy who had fucked her twice and taken her home was cool to her. Then on a Friday she was invited by one of the foo...
Author's note: The story is part of Literotica's unofficial tag team competition. Eighteen of Literotica's authors have accepted the challenge of being randomly paired with a partner to co-author a story under the pen name "The_Odd_Couplings" The pairings have remained anonymous and the true authors of this story will be revealed in the comments section one...