All of the parties involved in our little experiment, our foray into partner swapping, agreed that we should take it further. We arranged to meet at Peter and Helen's house a fortnight later. What happened there was enjoyable, but disappointing. After welcome drinks, Helen took me by the hand and led me to a bedroom, shutting the door behind us. Helen prov...
There really isn't all that much to tell but once in a while something will happen to change that. Being a 59-year-old retired widower in a condominium full of widows, I am both well fed and well taken care of, sexually. (By the way, as you get older, there are a lot more single women than men and many of them are horny.) Take last Saturday afternoon for...
The night started much like any other. I had gotten off of my shift and headed next door to my regular restaurant. It was my way of unwinding after a long day, and today had become a longer day than I expected it to be. By this time of the night, my quiet table in the corner had been spoken for, and I was left with the only real choice of taking up a seat at...
* Note to the reader: This is just the first chapter for these characters, so please be patient! :) * Banking had been good to David Meyer. Very good, in fact. His long standing friendly rivalry with my boyfriend, Steven Harris, didn't hurt either. Friends since boyhood, the two were basically inseparable. Steve was the star quarterback in high school, an...
Lovely morning? Well it was until I woke up to the sound of a howling wind blowing through the house. Dust everywhere. That awful red dust, that comes from the ploughed red soil country of the property over the river. If you get it on white clothes it is almost impossible to get out. What a mistake it was to leave the doors and windows open last night. B...
**Note: This is my first story, ever. If the feedback is positive, I'll add more, but for now I have purposefully left the story in a "cliffhanger" state. To Admin- per submission rules, I am requesting that you leave in the italics I have included. * You know how some people can be comfortable in any sort of social situation? They're naturally charismatic...
Mandi and I moved on to the military post into base housing and settled into a duplex on a corner lot with a lot of yard and a great location. We really couldn't have picked a better location. We were almost within walking distance of the Noncommissioned Officers Club (actually we were but Mandi wasn't much for walking). Half the duplex we moved into was occ...
During my freshman year at the U, I dated a cute little blonde named Brianna. She was about 5'2" with cute perky B-cup breasts and a nice tight little ass with legs and a stomach that would make you drool. She wore a size 0 and could have only weighed 100 lbs at the most. She had shoulder length blonde hair and usually wore glasses, which gave her the perfec...
I think The Kingston Trio said it first. But then Frank Sinatra said it more eloquently. It was Frank who moved it from the major key to the minor key. Brilliant. 'When I was twenty one, it was a very good year. A very good year for city girls who lived up the stairs.' And, yes, not only did the city girls live up the stairs, but - as Frank observed - the...
Where do I begin? I'm not even sure why I'm doing this to be honest, so I guess the best thing to do would be to start with the facts. I'm a forty year-old married woman. I have one son who's eighteen and just recently started his freshman year at an out of state university. I've been married since I was twenty-one and I've never been with another man since...