One night after doing some coke which always made my wife very horny, we were lying in bed when she asked me if I wanted to watch her have sex with our dog. Naturally I said yes. She got on all fours , he wasted no time mounting her. He fucked her hard and fast
Philippa had been restless all day. She knew it had been a good thing to do, offering to take her mother and friend to the coast for the weekend, but it had also been a very boring thing to do. She was not of an age to enjoy endless trawling through antique and charity shops.
This is about my wife. If you interested in using her (either male or female) let me know. I really can’t believe I’m writing this down, but I can’t really believe I’m living the two lives I’m living right now, either. In my first life, I’m a happily married, 37-year old wife and mother and
It was 8pm and the seminar was finally over. Except for a couple of students who would not shut up, getting the other twelve to discuss the Civil War was like pulling teeth. The fact is that they didn’t know very much about the subject, and so they really had little to contribute. I had
It wasn’t till February that I heard from Laura again. Two days before Valentine’s Day, I received a card with no return address in the mail. My love life had been on hold since my last encounter with the perfect woman, so I certainly didn’t have any admirers to be receiving mail from. The card
We were excited when our invitation arrived but surprised at the size of the accompanying questionnaire. Was this club really going to be worth it ? By all accounts, it was. My friend Phil had let slip that he was a member of a swingers club and it only cost me a few drinks to
I work for a consultancy company and often spend many weeks at a time away from home. I’m 30 years old and my gorgeous wife, Laura, is 26. We have a very active sex life so it can be frustrating to be away from home for long periods. Our sex life isn’t very adventurous but
Sympathy had just turned 18. She is what most men would consider beautiful. She had long light brown hair and blue eyes. She had a 36c-28-34 hour glass type figure. She had long slightly muscular legs. Her aunt Milly had just kicked her off the farm she had been raised on sense her fathers death
Every night, when I come home from work, I get a blowjob from my wife, Kysa. It’s kind of a ritual with her; she loves to eat come, and Im not one to keep her from it. Shes deaf, so she can’t hear me come in. Instead, after I walk through the door, I just
In my previous story, “Debby Becomes A Slut” I told the true story of how I was seduced into being a slut. The story isn’t finished yet, as I’m still being exposed to different sex adventures. This adventure is about how my boyfriend Bill gets me gang banged for the first (but not last) time.
Jealous? Kathy tickled Christis ribs as they watched Grand Dad and Mrs. Potter prepared for their duel. Exquisitely, dar-ling, Christi purred as she shifted her newly bruised bottom on the leather couch. She snuggled close to Kathy, who responded by putting her head on her beloveds shoulder. The contest was about to begin. Daddy used
Kat turned to Betty. “Are we in trouble now?” Kat asked. I looked around at the situation. We had used up all the clothes in our pile on the previous hand. We were wearing a few more items of clothing than Vicky, Connie and Joe, but they had a pile of clothes they had just
“Fuck meeee!” Susana pressed her feet hard against the roof of the car, bracing herself as Peter pounded away at her pulsating pussy. “Yes! Yesss! Fuck me. Harder. HARDER. Fuck me, fuck me, FUCK me, get it in, push it, push it in, push, push, yes, yesss, YESSS . . . Ohhh, fuuuck YESSS!” She
Peter buried his face in Susana’s neck, his hot breath coming in explosive bursts, his back humped and his hips working overtime, driving his pistoning prick faster, further, in and out of the clasping, grasping, churning channel of yearning flesh which was all that remained of her conscious being. Her splayed legs, unbidden, rose to
I woke to find Daphne snuggled up against my back. She sat up, when I stirred, knocking off the clothing she’d covered us with. “What time is it?” she asked. I looked at my watch through bleary eyes. “Almost 2 o’clock.” “We should probably head back,” she said. “Had enough, hmm?” “Only for now,” she