It is a Sunday afternoon in the early fall. One of those early fall days where it is warm during the day, but there is something in the air that tells you pumpkin spice is just around the corner. Sam and Stephanie are unloading their moving truck into their new Chicago home. Sam's job has given him a great opportunity to move up they just had to leave their...
Jelena's body instantly began to ripple and groan, she arched her back with the insane pleasure that struck her inside like a huge hard cock. Gerig stepped back in awe, and Gill motioned forward to assist, but then fell over with spasms of her own. Gerig got on the phone, and within seconds the male bartenders from the club rushed in, their eyes bulging fro...
I don't believe in the idea of stealing husbands. How can you steal something that isn't owned? I simply provide affection and sensual attention to those ignored and chaste husbands who work on their houses each weekend, checking off the tasks on a list their wives have created. Those husbands who hope that after the chores are completed, their wives be sati...
"Just when I thought I was out, they pull me back in." I never understood how difficult it could be to get out of a situation you didn't want to be in, until the realization of what was going on tonight sunk in. I finished putting on my tie, and went to the living room to smoke a joint while I waited for Sherrie to get ready. She came out in a red miniskir...
Sally and Mark had been friends of ours for a long time. My wife Sandy used to work with Sally in an estate agency in London and we often met up and went out for meals followed by visits to night clubs. We used to dance with each other's wives and there had been a bit of smooching but never anything more. Sandy and Sally both enjoyed a glass or two of wine...
This is a true story by a drop-dead gorgeous mid-thirties housewife (so I've been told) who has been proudly black owned for the past three years. Many of the details may not be as graphic as you would like, but I am putting this together from three years of memories. The phone rang, once, twice, three times and then I heard James voice from the other end....
Note: This story is loosely based on actual events, but the names of the people in this story are fictitious in order to protect their privacy. I would also like to add that I have no affiliation with any website or online organization. Wifely Needs: After four and a half years of marriage you might think that you know everything there is to know about...
A note to readers: This is a long story that unfolds chapter by chapter through the eyes of two protagonists - Mark and Elsa, and as in many of my other stories involves a growing spate of horny characters. Every ten chapters or so I will provide a short summary at the start of that episode to bring new readers up to date (see start of Ch. 70). This story c...
Chapter 3 of a new series. Kristen and Katy are now right into their cruise with a difference in the Mediterranean, as it works its way to Hvar. Kristen is no longer uncertain, and has swung into action with her best friend, Katy. She is still not sure about her husband, Carl, and how he will be. Carl, back in Sydney, has to take his Korean clients out on th...
Vicki was watching a boring TV soapy when the doorbell jingled. She swung her long legs off the sofa and strolled to answer it. Swinging open the door, she saw her three new friends standing there. A smile lit up her beautiful face as she invited them in. After they'd asked her what she'd been up to, she answered, "Being bored to tears with all these soa...