Who would have thought that something as simple as a phone call, could turn into a moment of pleasure to be remembered for the rest of your life? A couple of years ago I was working in a small convenience store. My boss was this lovely voluptuous divorced woman in her forties. She had a
The story is challenging enough, that is, how the whole thing developed. Having not had meaningful sexual intercourse with my wife for some years now, well, I began thinking about HER needs. Perhaps toys and a variety of penises were the answer, however I further thought perhaps something deeper was involved here. What my wife
Before last night it had been three or four weeks. Last night he was really horny. He fucked me for almost three full hours and his cock felt like a steel rod. No wonder he left me so sore And I lost count of how many times he and I came. All I know is
She was bound by the contract to do the forbidden… Mr. Sam was adamant and wanted a one night stand with me. As we were bound by the agreement we have to give whatever demanded by Mr. Sam. So we had to agree to it. On the day both of us came to Mr. Sam’s
Kyle and i decided to grab a bottle of whiskey one friday night because we planned to go to his friend Mitch’s house party, which Kyle had been asking me to go to with him because he had a ‘surprise’ for me waiting there in the Mitch’s bedroom closet. We drank the bottle and stumbled
I put from my mind and retrieved my shorts and Marge’s panties from the garden. As Madge walked gingerly back into the house, I watched as my cum ran down the inside of her leg leaving a trail all the way to the bathroom were we showered together, kissing passionately and divesting ourselves of the
Marie bent down to open the lower drawer of the blue print file cabinet and from across the room she could here the definite sound of snickering coming from Ray Udell’s desk!!! She struggled to remove the set of drawings she needed for the renovation project she was working on, but as the tears formed
I began to make long, slow movements, sucking him as I gripped his shaft in my right hand, twisting gently but firmly. I soon realized I was moaning on his dick, I wanted him – no – needed him inside me. So I grabbed his cock and slid it in, riding him slowly. I crawled
My wife and I were traveling out of town and staying at a hotel suite when I was again overwhelmed with the desire to watch her fuck another man. She has done this before and readily agreed to go to the downstairs bar to see if she could find someone suitable for sex to bring
Night was starting to envelope the French countryside. The spectacular sunset was gone, and the first stars were starting to peek out. The shadows lengthened, covering the vineyards that stretched across the hills, and few and far-between, centuries old stone buildings nestled in those hills. Some looked abandoned, but as lights winked on here and
“Mark! I’m over here!” I waved my hands wildly, trying to get my husband’s attention. It was useless though; he couldn’t hear me over the noise of the crowd and he hadn’t noticed our booth when he walked past. “Hey, lady. Can we get some pies here or not?” A sweaty, overweight man stood beside
About a year after Rita and I married, I came home one afternoon and found our friend Randy’s VW bus in the driveway. I didn’t think too much about it since Randy and I were good friends. When I came in, Randy and Rita were in the living room. We chatted a bit and then
My wife cheated on me with one of my best friends. It happened on a recent Saturday evening, or rather early Sunday morning. One of my wife’s girl friends was getting married so my wife and a couple other girls had a bachelorette party for her. Since the party was at another girls house I
It’s funny the things that turn us on. I got divorced because my first wife was cheating on me. I am remarried now and get totally aroused by the idea of watching my wife fucking someone else. I remember the first time I ever mentioned this to her six years ago. We were well into
Tracy opened her eyes as a door slammed shut, startled into a confused consciousness, momentarily uncertain of where she was laying. The stale smell of unwashed clothes made Tracy grimace and turn away. “8:40” glowed in red on the night stand. “Shit,” she muttered, lifting her head off the thin pillow. A dingy white sheet