The car parked beside him and he looked over. It was her. Catrina got out of her car and around to his passenger side and opened it, sliding in. She smiled a nervous smile at him. “So, you get away OK?” he asked, turning toward her and looking at her. “I have about a half
I met my husband Jake when we were both sixteen years old. We were on a double date; he with another woman and I with a guy named Greg. We all went out to the movies and dinner and Jake and I couldn’t keep our eyes off each other. Within a week I had broken
The moon’s pouring in, a flood of it. Dribbles from the bright patch on the floor follow the drape of the covers up to the bed. It makes the bed rail a rich mahogany. Pillows and sheets gleam. Individual dust motes drift around. It’s bright enough to read by. It’s bright enough to wake him.
“Just try it, I think you’ll really like it!” Trish was telling me. We were in somewhat of a sexual rut, and this was the result of it. We hadn’t had sex for three weeks at this point. It’s not that I didn’t want her. Trish was far more beautiful than I had deserved. We
“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
Thank you for all your messages and encouragement, please read the previous parts so you can enjoy this better… We got dressed and closed the room with a DND tag hanging headed for the hotel reception. We met the same manager (John) who was smiling at us while constantly staring at Rekha. He also apologized
Hi Friends, I am posting this series on behalf of my fan who reached out to me to help him compose and edit on his behalf. This story is about Ramesh who is a loving husband 27yrs old and Rekha who is a 21yrs old housewife. Read on in his own words from here. My
My name is Kelly-Marie, apparently my parents couldn’t agree on Kelly or Marie so I became a hyphenated child. About myself, I am rather large breasted, I will be covering their size later in this story. I married my high school sweetheart, football jock and current husband of some 300 plus pounds. Being large breasted
My neighbour and I get together almost every day after my husband goes to work. We have become very good friends. We go shopping, watch soaps, play cards, cook together, all kinds of stuff. Her name is Linda. She recently revealed to me that she has a secret and isn’t all that she appears to
My wife and I are in our early 30’s. It’s not often that we have time alone, so when the kids had the opportunity to be sent to their grandparents we jumped at the chance. An entire weekend without the teens meant not only peace and quiet but also meant that my wife could finally
It was about 3am and I was scrolling to see who might be up, I wanted to fuck all night and morning but I needed to find someone. I saw this one guy but I knew he had a girlfriend, that has been my crush for a long time and I seen he was online
I knew I’d fucked up. That was really the core of everything that happened after. Knowing, right down to the bone, that everything was totally my fault. Me and Todd had had a good thing going; good marriage, nice house, decent money… everything we could really look for. There were people our age who’d have
“At last!” I shouted, after I sneaked a peek through the blinds. I wanted to make sure the Gang of Four couldn’t hear me for two reasons. One, if they did, maybe they’d turn around and come back. Two, they might high five each other if they heard my exasperation. But Laurel, Felicity, Mimi and
I had been married to my wife for six years. From day one, everyone went to her aunt Wilma’s house to hang out, grab a drink, play cards and in general just chill out. It was where I could go for a good game of poker, as she was 67 years old and retired. I
I’ve got to hurry. My husband has to be up and dressed for work in fifteen minutes. He’s still sleeping. I’ve shut off his alarm. I pull my hair up and twist it a couple times before putting on the tie, not wanting my hair to tickle him. I step on the wrong spot on