My wife is gorgeous. 5’7″ with long legs, firm asscheeks, 37C breasts… and always horny. We have been married for 5 years and have no kids. Our sex life wasn’t the greatest but I thought it was okay… until last week and I discovered her with Randy. He’s a truck driver that she me when
My wife loves sausages. Sausages of different shapes, sizes, textures and flavors. I can safely declare that she is a sausage freak. She will go any lengths to have a sausage. She even won a sausage eating contest when we were holidaying in a small town in Germany. I don’t love sausages the way she
I met Kathy at a college football game. Beth, a mutual friend who worked with Kathy, introduced us. Beth is a buxom brunette with a great face and smile. She stands a well endowed 5’6″, 130 pounds, with a tight little behind. Kathy on the other hand, has light brown hair, almost strawberry blond. She
“Are you sure that this is the right place?” My wife whispered in my ear. “I have checked and it is. We asked for something non- traditional and that we were open minded,” I whispered as a reply. We were escorted in this restaurant by a young well trained man only wearing a small thong
My wife Neha and I, are happily married and like each other. We have a regular sex life and hence nothing unusual may be expected. We went once to Alibag, which is a beach resort near mumbai. The hotel Tropicana has large houses and we rented out one room for two nights. When we were
Jeff and I have been best buddies since shortly after he and Erin moved in next door four years ago. Jeff and I have a lot in common, including a beautiful wife each. Jeff’s wife is a very shapely brunette, almost 25 years old with a very sexy body, My wife, Cindy, is about a
Helen St. Claire was a stubborn woman who always did what she wanted. Since her husband, Earl, died, fifteen years ago, she was resolute in the fact that she didn’t need help from anyone. Even at the tender age of 85, Helen still drove herself to the diner, everyday, to gossip with the members of
I guess ours isn’t an unusual story, Paul and I married in 1990, I was a silly eighteen year old girl and Paul was twenty, just starting his own building business and married life in the same year. I didn’t have a career as such, just spent my forty hours a week in an un-
Miriam Smith looked forward to her Friday nights with her fellow teachers from school. She and several of the other teachers got together for a ladies night out to let their hair down and celebrate the start of the cherished weekend. The pretty blonde wife taught English at the high school and enjoyed her work
My wife and I had discussed swinging. Although she was very nervous about it, the idea of other men wanting her really turned her on. And the idea of other men wanting her really turned me on as well. We placed an advert and got loads of replies from single men. The photo we had
They were a cute couple, the young two. Those that knew them or met them knew that the two were deeply in love and had a potentially successful future with each other, both professionally, emotionally, and any other way imaginable. They couldn’t see each other much, just a day or two out of the week,
Everyone’s had daydreams (or night dreams) about being with a couple, especially if you’re single and bi. Well, I’m no exception. When I lived in Denver there was a lot of sexual activity in that area and it was pretty easy to come by (no pun intended). There was a swingers’ newspaper there called the
Genie and I were both 18 years old. We’d had several dates already, and there was plenty of chemistry between us. But although we both worked, we both still lived with our parents. We had made out a lot, but hadn’t gone all the way. We wanted to, but the timing had always been wrong,
My name is Kathy Clausen; I’m 33 years old as I write this. Life is a strange experience, at least mine has been. This story is basically about my life, or at least part of it. The incident that I am about to re- count happened during the summer of my 22nd year, and I
The doorbell rang and Sheila answered it. “Oh, Mandy,” she said, “I’m so glad you stopped by! Come on back to the kitchen. What a coincidence. My husband was just saying that, since I’d mentioned you so often, he’d like to meet you. And here you are!” “Yes, here I am,” Mandy laughed. “Are you