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I was always a sexually open individual. But in my world sexual expression wasn’t really part of my routine. I’m a 35 year old married man. My wife and I met back in high school and have been together ever since.
Our relationship has always been good. We love each other, and the life we have built. But lately our …
Read More →As we had discussed and planned, I am sitting silently
in the hotel room awaiting Cindy’s return from the
hotel lounge. The emotions racing through my mind and
many and varied. Among them are fear, jealousy,
excitement, disbelief and surprise… but most of
all… arousal. Fear that we have stepped headfirst
into a fantasy that would have perhaps been better …
I love to be sexually dominated, and I am married to a very
beautiful young woman who utilizes my obedience to the maximum.
She knows that when I am sexually aroused there is nothing I
won’t do for her. She often makes me go a few days without
cumming, knowing that I will be that much more aroused and
submissive. …
Read More →It had been about six months since my night at the Breakers and while Mike and I had been to a few lifestyle parties since that night, there hadn’t been a chance to explore the hotwifing side of things. That was about to change as I was heading out of town for a four-day conference in Salt Lake City. I …
Read More →My hand holding the memory stick hovered momentarily in front of the U.S.B port of the computer. Did I want to watch what it might contain? Could I bear to watch what it might conceal? To what depths of depravity would my wife have plummeted this time, if indeed it was what I feared it to be? Nevertheless, stomach churning, …
Read More →Bridget lay on the sliding bed. She was fully clothed with a long skirt and some white Keds tennis shoes. She loved to wear those white sneakers with knee-high white socks under her long black skirts.
My Wife Bridget is simple. She has long brown hair that is thick and wavy and big almond eyes. She is half Italian and …
When I first got married, I honestly thought I could remain faithful to my husband Jared. I was wild and sex crazy before we met, and I was sure I had gotten that out of my system. But not long into our marriage I realized that one dick would never be enough for a cock craving little slut like me.…
Read More →When I was 18 I worked for a trucking company in the midwest. I lived in a nice home with my mother and never knew my father because he left us when I was only 5. While working at my job I became good friends with John. I introduced him to my mother and with in a year they were …
Read More → “DON”T leave the kitchen sink in such a mess like
that!”
“What mess? Its just a few leftover soap suds.”
“It drives me nuts.”
Well, she drives me nuts, too.
Once again, I couldn’t get anything right. Why can’t
she just chill out, lighten up, stay cool, or whatever
slang the youth of today would use to describe it?
It …
Read More →“Mary, I think you ought to sleep with my husband.”
The sluggish overhead fan had completed quite a few
revolutions in the humid tropical air before Mary’s synapses
could fully cope with that one. She became aware that her
jaw was sagging, and that her copy of Time magazine had
slipped from her grasp. She had been in the middle …
The following is a true story. It is not as
wild as most of the stories I’ve read here, but then,
most of those aren’t true. My name is Bobbi Sue, and
just recently, I decided to spice up my sex life. But
first, let me tell you about myself. I am pretty
short, only 5’1″ tall, and I weigh …
In the night of 24th October, about 10. 30 p. m., Mr. Lighting and his wife Claire, an English newlywed couple who were visiting Malindi during their honey – moon, were returning to their residence at Mbuyuni House where their host had accommodated them. They came from dinner outside the compound.
When they were entering the residence, they were attacked …
Read More → Well, as I promised last week, I’ll get you up to date
on my Fourth of July camping trip. My husband, Tom,
and I found this great campground with a practically
endless sandy beach, and we were there for the holiday
weekend.
In my last letter, I described how I’d taken on a
couple of groups of guys on our …
The doorbell rang and Sheila answered it. “Oh, Mandy,”
she said, “I’m so glad you stopped by! Come on back to
the kitchen. What a coincidence. My husband was just
saying that, since I’d mentioned you so often, he’d
like to meet you. And here you are!”
“Yes, here I am,” Mandy laughed. “Are you sure I
haven’t met your …
“Of course, your wife doesn’t have to participate, Mr.
Biddle,” said Geoff Stanley. Geoff was the owner of
Stanley Farm Machinery, the small town’s biggest
business. He was a forceful and conservative gentleman
in his 50’s. His wife, Janis smiled loyally as he
continued. “But it would enhance your career and social
position in Beaver Hill a great deal. Everyone …