I guess ours isn’t an unusual story, Paul and I married in 1990, I was a silly eighteen year old girl and Paul was twenty, just starting his own building business and married life in the same year. I didn’t have a career as such, just spent my forty hours a week in an un-
My wife is not a perfect size, her tits do not point straight up. Her legs and ass are not muscular and she does not look like she is 21 years old. She is real, 41 years old, her legs are a little thicker and her butt has filled out nicely and those big tits
My husband usually writes these actual happenings in our relationship but has asked if I would write it this time because I could explain it in more detail, he is right about that, I am the one that gives head to black men. You women out there that are reading this should not judge until
My wife, Beth has a problem, she just can’t say no. If her boss wants someone to come in on the weekend he calls Beth. If he wants his dry cleaning picked up and brought out to his house two counties away he calls Beth. Her boss likes to entertain from time to time so
The wife came down with a terrible headache and told her husband to go to the party and have a good time. Being the devoted husband, he protested, but she urged him to go, saying that their friends were expecting them. Said she was going to take some aspirin and go to bed. So finally,
This is a story about a man that who feels the need to be cuckolded and convinces his wife to fulfill this need. She agrees happily with her husband’s proposal, but asks him a special favour. The husband agrees and discovers the pleasure of eating another man’s sperm. It happened while I was working away
I married Jane when we were both still in college, a little over ten years ago. They have been a great ten years. I just had my 32nd birthday, and Jane’s is in a couple of months. Jane still looks fantastic. We walk or cycle almost everyday, and she teaches an aerobic class at the
Five of my macho black friends came over to watch a cricket match. But once they realised that my wife was dead drunk; the started their own match in my wife’s hairy pitch with their big black cum-spewing bats…poor sods still think that I didn’t know. Although I am Indian man, unlike other normal Indians,
My wife Marcia loves threesomes. Cock and more cock, the feel of male bodies and strong male hands all over her combined with deep insistent kisses are what make Marcia squirm. Since we’re swingers she’s been with a few women. Lots of women in couples are bi. Some so much we think that is all
I guess this story all started a little more than a year ago. My husband bought an old car that he had found for sale on the internet. I thought he was pretty silly, spending that much money for a car that was almost forty years old and in such horrible shape. It was a
Everyone’s had daydreams (or night dreams) about being with a couple, especially if you’re single and bi. Well, I’m no exception. When I lived in Denver there was a lot of sexual activity in that area and it was pretty easy to come by (no pun intended). There was a swingers’ newspaper there called the
I wasn’t always this way. It all started about three months ago when I lost a bet. My husband had some men over for a night of poker. I didn’t have money to go out that night, and so I decided to play. Harry wouldn’t give me any chips to play with, so I “traded”
One of the officers explained that since she had voluntarily agreed to complete the debt sentence of her husband but had failed to surrender at the appointed time they were collecting her. She now has two more weeks added to her sentence of ninety days at the Nokia Women’s Correctional Facility in Hemet California. Candice
Hello, my name is Charlotte. I know you won’t believe this and normally I wouldn’t admit to it, but I am Otis’ cock slave. There really isn’t any other way to put it. And the really strange part, the really, really strange part, is that I come from a straight-laced New England family and Otis
Genie and I were both 18 years old. We’d had several dates already, and there was plenty of chemistry between us. But although we both worked, we both still lived with our parents. We had made out a lot, but hadn’t gone all the way. We wanted to, but the timing had always been wrong,