One Sunday afternoon my wife got carried away or should I say lead astray. My wife is about 5’8″, very dark straight shoulder length hair. Nicely shaped B size breasts with half dollar sized red aureoles, well proportioned slender but soft build. Her complexion is a reflection of her Pacific Island heritage. My friend invited
Whoring For Abdul
In my last story I recounted how, during a visit with my husband to Birmingham’s seedier quarters in search of some adventurous sex, I was propositioned by an Asian man who assumed I was a prostitute. Going along with his understandable misinterpretation of events (he had watched me give my husband a blow job in
Paving the way
My name is Chuck and my wife’s name is Eliza. We married early in life and our kids have just moved away. I have a good job that supports us while my wife looks after the home. We are a social couple and our friends often visit us. Now that Eliza has more time on
Never trust your friends
My wife Niki and I have been married now for seven years. We were in our late twenties, five years married and still much in love, well at least I thought so. I’m an assistant manager in an old people’s home, there is no need for Niki to work, she has a monthly income from
Lucy’s Taboo Story: A Long Kept Satisfied Secret
It started innocently enough. I shouldn’t even be telling you this. I shouldn’t judge. I can’t not after how all this ended. There is a parallel to everything. This isn’t in this instance a conversation of right and wrong. It’s just what happened. It was not the story I expected to hear when I asked
My young lover
We are in our late thirties and enjoy life to the full. We especially love hearing about husbands watching their wives being screwed by other men. My husband found it a real turn-on and often talked about seeing me with another man, although I wasn’t sure that he’d find it so exciting if it really
Fuck the Holidays
I walked along the side of the carpark, occasionally stumbling on the cracked paving. Like I was paying any attention to where the fuck I was going. Honestly, these seaside holidays were fucking boring as hell, and it was getting worse every year. I’m 19, I’ve reached that stage where I’m just growing apart from
Arwen’s Sordid Negotiation
Arwen’s eyes sagged as she listened dully to the ranting between her husband, King Aragorn and his ‘guest’, GrimLord Torl Bain. For once the bellowing between her Lord Aragorn and the visiting barbarian king took the eyes of Bain’s troop off her. With a dismissive shake of her head she listened as they howled back