You can imagine my surprise when my wife, Amy, told me after we saw an erotic movie together, that she found the idea of swinging “interesting”? Though I must admit that I sometimes find women besides Amy attractive, I certainly wasn’t planning anything. But I was definitely turned on by Amy’s interest in illicit sex,
My wife Sherri and I have been married for 30 years. During that time we have been faithful and our sex lives, although good, have been ordinary. I read erotic stories and often get excited imagining us trying new things. She doesn’t like reading the stories. Over the past year we’ve been spending a lot
At first it was annoying. I’d answer the phone and the men were always surprised to hear a male voice. Then they’d leave messages for her as if I were only her roommate, or a brother, or a butler, someone who didn’t matter, maybe an accustomed cuckold or neutered eunuch. Their tone was always condescending
“Very tempting, give me some more details,” he whispered as he watched me giving his oil smeared erection a slow hand job. “Do you have someone in mind? Someone we know? Someone you want to share?” I met my current man at a cocktail party. Instant chemistry, me in my early forties, he in his
It was a really nice upstairs flat. The woman who was looking for a roommate was a cool customer, but I could see she kept the place neat and tidy and she seemed like the type of roommate who would be no trouble at all. I decided to go for it, and moved in. I
My sexy, horny and gorgeous 33 years old wife wife Natalia (36D-26-40) has always liked men older than her preferably from 40 to 65. Two months ago she told me she had developed a sexual interest for much younger men, between 18 and 28. She has never been with anyone younger than her lover of
How I got my first wife Robin, to participate in a gangbang. She was reluctant at first, but an afternoon with my friends changed our lives. I’ve had this fantasy for years, and I’d talk about it with Robin, my wife. Robin at the time was 28, 5’2″ 34C-24-34, short auburn hair. One night I
I blinked, glancing at the digital clock displayed in the lower right corner of my laptop’s screen. I had been writing for a solid hour, lost in creating my account, only slightly edited, of Master and Mistress’s story. I was inspired by Vivian. She had written one book on what she had learned from Master
Lisa Mays was in a horny mood. Since moving to the middle-class suburb with her husband, John, she had seen less and less of him. And now she found herself horny as anything, wanting nothing more than to feel John’s lean body thrashing on hers as he fucked her silly. She decided to go for
Bachelor Wendy and I are both in our late twenties. She’s 5’6, 110 lbs., 34c, light blue eyes, and a natural redhead. Wendy has these beautiful soft thick lips… just perfect for blowjobs. Being a Natural redhead, her pubic hair is red and very soft. We’ve been together about 4 years, married a little over
Kathy woke with a start. She found herself in a small room laying nude on a soft mattress. She quickly clutched at the fabric looking for the covers but there were none. The walls of the room were painted a pastel green and the floor was padded like the mattress. She gasped when she turned
We had been to a party at the company – fine food, great wine and a lot of dancing. Around midnight we decided to walk home, as we live only a few blocks away. One of my colleagues from the export division – Per – chose to walk with us, as he lived in the
Far below, the white sand beach stretched in either direction – a smooth crescent where waves met sand. The man had been down there most of the day. Now he felt mildly sunburned, thirsty, and vaguely horny. Every half-hour or so he had moved his towel, trudging up and down the beach in search of
I was on my second pina colada, sitting at a table with four other girls from my dorm floor. Usual Friday night, hanging out at the local college meat market. Tallahassee is a big college town, and weekends are made for parties. This was back in the early eighties in the fall, when being twenty
“C’mon Shelly, not pigtails, I’ll get punched out” Oh, she was hot today, walking out of our bedroom like she was on a runway. White cotton top and skirt, with a bare midriff. “Columbia” in blue letters across her chest: we’d be playing with coed snatch, boys. The skirt was short enough to show off