This is a story about a typical housewife, with a typical family in a typical suburban setting. The 32 year old housewife’s name is Christi. Christi shares a house with her husband Mike, that’s me, and our 5 year old son. Christi is an exotic beauty with long dark hair and lovely big brown eyes.
My name is Lesley. It was the summer of 73 I was twenty two, size ten and a good figure, in my second year teaching. My husband still a student was working all hours that god sent in the summer holidays. We ran a beat up convertible, which he was slowly restoring, to pristine glory.
I took my wife out on Saturday night, it was our anniversary and she’d agreed to dress up the way I liked her to dress which was a rear event. She put her make up on and her red lipstick. Her dress was a glittering red dress with spaghetti shoulder straps. It allowed to see
A couple after seeing my pictures and reading my blog. They happen to live nearby and want me to be the Bull. I’m reluctant at first, so they offer to pay me $1,000 in “acting fees” as they would like to video the event for later enjoyment. Their house is nice and pleasantly decorated, if
Lauren had just got home from work that afternoon. She had changed into a T shirt and a light sarong and she collapsed on the couch, a little tired. Her husband was having an old friend over for the weekend and so, besides having to work today, she had just cleaned the house. Her thoughts
It’s Niki. For those of you who don’t know me, I’m a short, blond-haired, blue-eyed housewife. I’m not very busty, but my 34A-22-34 firm, fit body seems to be pleasing to the guys who get to see it. I love showing off, and I especially love being the object of atten- tion. I have taken
When I first arrived here from Taiwan with my husband in 1975, we were desperately poor. Lu worked fourteen hours a day, I worked six, and we lived in a tiny camping trailer that was up on blocks on a little plot off a country road. The first winter was very hard, we’d never experienced
Dear Wimp, So you are Mary’s husband, the loser, the wimp, the shrimp-dick that I’ve heard about. Well, I’ve got good news and bad news for you, wimp. The good news is that until last week, Mary had been faithful to you. Faithful for five years of marriage. That’s almost a miracle. That such a
On arriving home after her first visit to the men’s toilet, Colette had spent over an hour under the shower, washing every inch of her body over and over again. She lathered and washed her hair several times and performed every necessary action to make sure that she was cleaned up. She douched herself several
Colette had no doubt that her husband Jacinto, loved her very dearly. She nevertheless knew that, in spite of his love, he liked to see her being abused and degraded. This being the case, she was understanding when her husband told her that he had arranged for her to be abused by two men that
I don’t really know how it started, only that it did and then my life changed in so many ways. I had better explain. My name’s Dave Cousins, and I’m a photographer. I inherited the business from my father, he died when I was 25, and over the last three years I have managed to
I have always enjoyed hiking, camping, hunting and fishing — with others or on my own. That’s why I happened to be camping alone one summer day a few years ago at a secluded site on the northwest edge of Colorado’s Rocky Mountain National Park. In fact, I was taking advantage of the remoteness of
It’s Bobbi. For those of you who haven’t been follow- ing my letters to this newsgroup, I am a 5’1″, 105 lb athletic, who has taken to showing off my body to liven up my sex life. I have shoulder length blond hair and blue eyes, and I like to think that my 34A-22-34 figure
Like I said, I love to show off my body. I just get the biggest thrill when I catch a guy looking at my nipples or pussy. I even do a lot of bending over in short skirts for the guys at work. Actually, if you’ve been keeping up with my adventures, you know that
Call me paranoid, or whatever you please, but my wife’s “volunteer work” was really about sex all along, and I knew it from the beginning. She went on about self- actualization and needing to “discover herself” and to do something about society’s problems. And I went along, reluctantly – unhappily. I knew this was really