In the mid 1980’s I was in the military and stationed in North Carolina along with my wife and young son. We had been married about ten years and were in our early forties. My wife is Thai, 5’2″ with a stunning figure and long waist length black hair. We had a normal sex life
My first wife had been a good mother, God bless her, but making love to her was like doing a dead fish – the same look in the eyes, a similar gaping, bored expression and the zombie jerking robotic movements to our juice-less lovemaking. How we managed to beget children is still a mystery to
I had worked at Laramie and Hastings Law Offices for a little over two years when I discovered the dark side of myself. Being a two-girl office as it is, my desk faces my office mate Norma, our desks pushed front to front to take up as small a space as possible. Since Mr. Laramie
When Manu got home his wife was beside herself. Dinner was not ready and her sari wasn’t even fastened properly. Her hair was a mess too. “Oh my dear, what has happened?” he exclaimed, putting his arms around the pretty and busty woman he had recently married. When he kissed her he recognized the taste
My wife works for a large law firm in the city we live in. And like the other professional women working there she up holds a very high standard in the way she acts and dresses. My wife is what I would call a cum slut, unknown to any of her colleagues. She sucks me
When my wife Jane asked if I would be a volunteer worker at her company’s western night, I said sure, why not? She told me she would fill me in on the details as the time drew nearer. A couple of weeks before the event, Jane started making a satin saloon girl outfit. I teased
As a young white suburban housewife in the 1980s I often became bored with mundane household chores including caring for my two young children. My husband was a great father and the love of my life, but something was missing. Without his knowledge one summer evening I arranged to drop my kids off at my
My wife and I were on vacation. Vacations usually mean drinking bouts for both of us as we hardly ever drink otherwise. So the third night, after we were dead drunk we decided to go to the Jacuzzi. I know they all say that after having alcohol it is not a very good idea to
It had been an eventful and wild year for the Hamlins. First there was Dolly’s prolonged rape that had awakened long suppressed sexual feelings and then the wild and uninhibited voluntary reunion with her rapist. Dolly and her husband, Rob, had returned to their Missouri home and had settled down to a much more satisfying
Neighbors. Everyone has them. Sometimes they get along with them, sometimes they don’t. My wife and I are fairly lucky. We live in a suburban neighborhood full of tract houses. Front and back, our house contacts four others; our two next-door neighbors and two that adjoin our backyard. We’ve never had any major problems with
Traci Jones had been very pleased with the hospice care that her mother had received just before her mother died of breast cancer. Hospice care is supposed to assist terminally ill patients die with comfort and dignity after all other medical measures have been completely and thoroughly exhausted. Traci’s mom died at the early age
I am a rep for a hardware wholesaler and my territory is a large and mainly rural area. I travel about half my time but manage to make it home every weekend. I stopped for lunch on my way to see my next client. I wasn’t feeling well and tried to get some soup into
I love my husband. Except for the few times when Bob gets carried away in bed, he is an excellent husband. I can’t understand what happens. Most of the time our love making is fantastic. He is considerate, and kind, but then every once-in-awhile, he just goes off the deep end. About four months ago,
We’ve come home from the Caribbean after a week of great sexual explorations that help us to discover the intense erotic needs that we both have hidden away too long. You had to go back to work today, but I have one more day off. So I’m unpacking my suitcase and I come across the
This is what happened: I was watching as closely as I could. Without being too obvious, of course. It’s not easy trying to be inconspicuous while staring out the window through a pair of binoculars at another apartment just across the courtyard, but I did my best. It was worth the effort. Or, rather, the