My name is Peter and I thought I had most things going for me. I have a reasonably good job trouble shooting for big power plants and I have a gorgeous wife. In fact my wife Jenny was better than gorgeous she was a knock out. Her 5ft 8inch figure with log slender legs and
My first wife’s maiden name was Greathead and considering her name’s appropriateness we decided not to change it when we got married. She was an anomaly in her family. Her sisters were both small, fine-boned brunettes and very flat-chested, while she was a tall, long-legged blonde with a bodacious set of bumpers. Once we visited
I waited. I didn’t think anyone would actually come, but soon a light come on through the windows next to the door. A curtain rustled briefly. Then after a few seconds I heard the front door unlocking. I guess when he or she saw me they must have assumed I was safe enough. The porch
Maggie dried herself after the shower. She looked for her robe but had forgotten it somewhere. As she exited the bathroom she saw herself in the full length mirror. “Not bad for 55 and 2 kids,” she thought. Realizing that it was warm and no one else was home, she decided to be adventurous and
Ramona was sick to death of anal, every night, anal, anal, anal. When she married Ralph, she knew he was a good salesman and proud of his persistence. But even he knew that you can’t sell every customer. She must have told him a thousand different ways by now that no matter what he said
Creampie Eater, indeed. What a name! Lemme tell ya, the dude deserves everything Jezzie and I gave him. I mean, he almost whelshed on our deal! He’s a fucking liar and a faggot. Lemme tell ya. We met the dude online, goin’ through the Yahoo personals. Jezzie and I like to have a little fun,
I travel to Asia a lot and my wife made this trip with me. We arrived in Singapore on a Wednesday night and I worked Thursday and Friday as my wife shopped and sat in the sun by the pool. When I got home Friday evening, to my surprise my wife was waiting on the
We were in Jamaica enjoying a much needed vacation, we were staying at one of those all-inclusive couple’s only resorts and they offered a day trip to hike up a mountain, see a water fall and have dinner at this old coffee plantation. The mountain was about 90 minutes from the resort and they had
Jimmy was staying with his Aunt Susan for the summer. The 17 year-old wished he could go home. He missed his friends and he resented the disciplinary side of his aunt. Aunt Susan was his Mother’s younger sister she was only 24 and this was causing some friction between the aunt and nephew. Jimmy’s parents
I was at the top of the stairs and was heading for the bathroom when I turned my head to look along the dark hallway in to our bedroom. There was my wife with her white towelling robe wrapped round her rummaging through her chest of draws for underwear; she lifted out her black and
I’m sitting on my couch, watching some TV, and thinking of the nice weekend I am about to have with no-one to bother me. The wife has left for the weekend to take care of some matters in another state. It is very cold winter time, so no one is about on the road. All
Let me begin by introducing myself, I’m Dave now in the twilight of my years but still reasonably fit and healthy with an active imagination that can run wild occasionally. Sadly I was born before the sexual revolution and so have led a rather straight laced existence, sexually speaking. Currently and hopefully forever I am
“Honey, guess who called today?” “How the hell can I guess that?” “It was Josh, from college. He’s going to be in town and wants to see us.” Judy, my wife of four years since we graduated, is a cute short haired brunette with an average body but a real appetite for sex. We still
Eighteen year old James Morgan was sitting across the desk from an attractive middle aged lady who was explaining to him that there was no accommodation in the Halls of Residence at the University of the Arts in South London. James had been delayed on his return to England after holidaying with his parents by
I could tell he was anxious. Informing him about the Halloween party raised a lot of questions on his end which I skillfully either ignored or diverted. I had not been mean right from the start, but I clearly told him he had 3 chances to come up with a suitable Halloween outfit idea. If