All characters in this story are entirely fictitious and bear no resemblance to any person living or dead. This story is about a group of wives – mostly sexually frustrated wives – who started their own club. It is a private club for which you need membership (wives only), or an introduction by an existing member giving you the right to go there (others). T...
The Prologue There are swingers clubs all around the world. Some you may have heard about and others are so private that you have to be sponsored by one of the group members. A few of these clubs are extremely private as far as the activities that go on behind their closed doors. I've personally attended a few of these private clubs myself. I can't give you...
The thick oversize first-class envelope didn't feel like junk mail, so Brandi took a second look on her way to the waste can. It had a return address at 550 East 50th Street, Level 45, New York, NY. That was uptown, East side, near 5th Avenue shopping and Grand Central, just a few blocks from Stuart's office in the uptown financial district. Brandi opened th...
Sophie is a 35 year old french Canadian woman. Fluently bilingual, she speaks english with only a hint of an accent. She was raised by a single mom who was a contradiction in the eyes of her contemporaries. She provided Sophie with a safe and loving home and was at all times fiercely devoted to her. Yet personally she was a free-spirit, flighty and self-indu...
If you liked the following stories, you will love this continuation of the theme. Interracial Sexual Adventures 06/03 Clarissa's Fantasy becomes Reality 05/07 David's Sexual Adventures 04/05 Out of Africa 03/16 Tasteful comments welcomed. Thanks to Julie Van and Curt B for their creative input and edit skills. ++++++++ In the months since Clarissa's...
An Interracial sex fantasy created by International Writers Curt B, Julie Van and Wunderboi ****** Chapter 18 ******** In the months since Clarissa's stunning rise to power as President of the Confederacy Country Club (known to all as the 'CCC') near Hawksville, much had been accomplished she thought, as she drove home after another positive Board of Dir...
Note: This story is entirely fictional written for readers' enjoyment, and bears no resemblance to any people living or dead. It is in a sense of re-working of some of the concepts behind my "Burrinjack Social Club" story, which I was never fully satisfied with (& is my lowest scoring story). It also picks up characters from my previous story, "Fun In The Tr...
The name is Harry LaPierre. I'm a young black man living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. I've got something to confess, folks. I am a self-admitted thrill addict. It doesn't matter the nature of the thrill. Sex. Speeding. You name it, I do it. That's okay, though. There are plenty of chicks and dudes in this town who wouldn't mind hooking up with a six...
If Tarantina wasn't quite dressed to kill, she was certainly out to maim. In a leather skirt and fishnets, her brunette hair flowing down over her shoulders, and a silver cross nestled in the cleavage created by a low-cut black blouse and a very pushy bra, she'd had guys' tongues hanging out most of the evening. I hadn't said where we were heading, just to m...
By the time John got back from Miami, his wife and I had developed an excellent relationship in bed. She was looking forward to sneaking into my place in the afternoons for something extra. John and Diane had dinner at the club a few days after he returned. I walked over to their table as they were having an after dinner drink. "Did you have success defendi...