Last winter my wife flew out to spend a week with me on a jobsite. My assignments away from the office seem to be increasingly longer and more frequent, so we were looking forward to quality time together. Unfortunately, as so often happens, problems developed, cutting into our time together. My cheap short-term studio apartment
Donna ran to the front door when she heard the bell ring. She opened the door. John, her boyfriend, stood there with a seductive smile, “What’s up babe?” Donna smiled back, “Mom and Dad went to the mall. Their night to shop and eat out.” “Way to go good old mom and dad.” John stepped
Spring break of three years before had turned out to be everything I hoped. Aside from getting drunk out of my mind every single night, I had hooked up with a chick three out of the five nights I had been there. Oh, they weren’t anything special, just horny girls desperate to feel like they
Tammi Buckner sighed and gazed at her reflection in the full-length mirror in the bedroom of her double- wide mobile home. The pretty blond 23-year-old turned this way and that, trying to look sexy in the long white robe and the pointed white hat. At length she puffed her cheeks and gave a snort of
“Fuck me!” The echo, the plea in my wife’s voice, the insistent growl of her eager submission, those words excited me hard, almost terrifying me as they cut my soul. I loosened my grip, letting Andrea’s dark-golden locks slip from the hard knot of my fingers. She moaned low, with a melted wanton glare in
My name is Maureen, and I’m taking the time to write this to help out other women who might have the same problem as myself. My dilemma was simple. I married a wonderful, secure, attractive man, whom I adore. I also adore having my pussy eaten, and unfor- tunately, my husband, who’s not normally a
This happened several years ago while me and my husband were on a vacation. We had stopped near the University of Alabama campus and had checked into a motel room. We enjoyed the swimming pool, a nice evening meal and a couple glasses of wine before going to our room. There was not much on
It’s funny how life’s little opportunities present themselves, my best sexual opportunity of my life came out of the blue one night with an eleven o’clock telephone call from my son who was working away from home in France for a month. Tim’s mother and I split up when Tim was quite young and divorced
Madison leaned on her pillow with a mischievous grin. She squeezed her husband’s cock, surprised to find it hard so soon after lovemaking. “So this talk of me with another man really does turn you on,” she said. She rolled over to fish another condom out of the bedside drawer. When she found one, she
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
It was a Friday evening. I had graduated from High School three weeks previously. I started a summer job the following Monday. It was now my 18th birthday. All of my friends were away for the summer, and my parents had given me a used car for my birthday, and left on vacation. I was
Being a widower at the age of 67, Wilhelm Geiger, a wealthy retired stock broker, had only recently wedded a blonde Greek goddess, a trophy wife, Karen, aged 23. Wilhelm (or “Willy,” as Karen affectionately called him) had discovered her as a dancer in a topless and sometimes bottomless bar. Their brief, but whirlwind courtship