Charlene and I had been married for the past eight years. We got engaged right out of college, I got a job, we promised each other that we’d wait to have children until our income could make ends meet. That was eight years ago. We live together in a north-side condo. I work as a
I guess the best place to start any story is at the beginning. I meet my wife Jan when I was only sixteen and still a virgin. She was a year younger than me but despite her tender age she was already well experienced sexually, having lost her cherry two years before while only aged
My wife Kamilla is still quite beautiful and sexy. A 33 years old petite, 5 ft, black haired, with brown eyes and thick black eye lashes she is very attractive. She has a gorgeous figure maintained by regular fitness exercise at the gym. I have always appreciated her small well-proportioned body and small rounded breasts
We had planned on going out that weekend. It had been a couple of weeks and we were both hot for my wife to get a good fucking by a strange cock. We had made out like mad just thinking about how good it was going to be. As always the anticipation was just about
My marriage is over, and it is entirely my fault. I felt like my whole life was over. I sat in my car in the parking lot of the clinic, crying too hard right now to even attempt to drive. How could I have been so stupid? I thought back to the conversation I just
This little slut was unbelievable as she lay there on the couch, completely high on coke, and surrounded by guys. Her big tits just stuck straight out as she arched her back a little to kiss the guy behind her. He had his tongue all the way down her throat as the guys on either
I had left work early and headed for my aunts house where my wife and I shared a small bedroom together. We had left our Midwestern home and moved nearer to my aunt in Oregon for purely career reasons. When the transfer came it was sudden and shocking and we were completely unprepared. So when
Sandi’s beautiful long legs straddled the trunk of a fallen oak tree. “Man, I wish I had brought my vibrator out here with me,” she told her best friend Mandy who sat across from her out in the wilderness of the forest. “Tell me about it,” Mandy said. “I thought this was going to be
Mary pulled her beat-up old car in front of her house and stepped out. It had been a long day at work. For the past fifteen years, she had been a cleaning lady in a girl’s dormitory at the local college. Day in and day out, Mary spent her days cleaning the hallways, emptying trashcans,
Tom and his wife Sharon were shopping and Tom was wishing he could die. He was the only man in the lingerie department of the department store. Sharon was buying panties to replenish her dwindling supply. She mumbled to herself as she browsed rack after rack, dropping the names of various men at the warehouse
My wife complained that her pussy was very itchy. It was getting so bad that she was very uncomfortable. We decided to go see a gynecologist. We had just moved in to this small town and my wife didn’t have any idea about who to go to. When I called one of my friends he
They arrived home at 2:30 A.M. after a six-hour, non- stop motorcycle ride. Tired and dirty, they decided to shower together before turning in. They held each other close as the warm water washed over them, kissing and enjoying the face-to-face contact and conversation they were denied on the bike. Although tired, they laughed and
This story takes place in shoe store where I worked part time during the early 1970’s, I was in college and worked night and weekends to help pay the tab, it was rather late on a Friday night only about an hour before closing, business had been slow and the assistant manager who was in
I had just finished cleaning the ladies’ room on the third floor when I noticed her. She was about four feet tall, maybe a little taller. She was watching me intently, and I nearly spilled my cart when I realized she was staring at my crotch. “What the hell are you doing here, kid?” It
I was sitting in my living room one day in late April with three of my girlfriends; Janet, Diane, and Karen. It was late in the afternoon and while it might not seem all that unusual for four girls to be spending an evening talking together, it might seem so if I were to tell