Carla smiled politely at the young concierge as she walked past him, she just caught him staring at her, on her way to another benefit dinner where her husband was the guest of honor. Carla was quite bored at going to these kinds of functions. She felt as though that she was merely being displayed by her husband as somewhat like a trophy or a conquest, and she hated the man for that. But now it seems that she has to endure another one of his speeches and try to look happy and beautiful for the cameras. Being the wife of a politician was not what she wanted her life to be, she just wanted to marry her high school sweetheart, have kids and settle down. But her husband had ambition and those aspirations carried him to the most powerful job in the whole world….the ... Read More»

One of the sidelights of having a long-time relationship with someone is that one also becomes entrenched with other members of their partner's friends or family. As frequency of interaction increases, those others become more familiar and, certainly, the comfort level of being around them rises. In some cases, familiarity breeds comfort, which, in turn, breeds flirtations and some good secret fun. This is about one of those cases in my own life. Having been with my wife for a total of 12 years now, I can say I never got along with her brother, Gregory. He and I simply had significantly differing views of life, not to mention not a shred in common. Interaction was always painful and hurried and, at times, even our "best faces" couldn't mask the contempt we had ... Read More»

’m writing in about my experience over this past summer because I have to get it off my chest. There is no one I can talk to about this because it could cause some serious damage to the people I love the most. It’s crazy, I always felt that my mom and I were very close – that we told each other everything – but this summer I got to know my mom in a way I’d never known her before, and she wasn’t even there with me. My name is Kristen. I’m a psychology major at College of Central Florida in Ocala, Florida. Ocala is full of horse farms and the people who own them –people who belong to elite social clubs and who send their kids to private schools. I grew up in Ocala, the only child of a neurosurgeon father and a college professor mother, and we just ... Read More»

I had my eye on the band director job at Jefferson High for a long time. I was good friends with the district superintendent and I knew that when Mrs. Maxwell retired I was a shoe-in for the job. I bided my time at the Jr. High for 8 long years. I was a little surprised when Mrs. Maxwell retired a couple of years early because her husband became sick. She finished the 2004 school year and they moved to Florida. When school started in 2005, I was the new band director. I was warmly welcomed by the faculty, students and band parents. Band and music teachers have to know how to deal with the “unique” kids. Goths, geeks, pimple-faced nerds, and the weirdest of the weird. Everyday I have these weird misfits coming up to me, asking me stupid questions. ... Read More»

Pat had recently turned 76 but still had a libido to match most women 50 years younger. I had been fucking her on a regular basis for nearly a year and my only regret was that I had not done so sooner. We met up at least once a week, usually at the bungalow of 69-year-old widow, Hannah. She, too, had a strong sex drive. I had dubbed them both (though not to their face) as wrinkled, ripe and randy. While my wife, Susan, had been away looking after her divorcee mother, who had broken her arm, my sex sessions had become an almost daily occurrence. Hannah, who didn't have the complication of a husband, saw more action than Pat. On a Monday morning, I took a phone call from my wife. She would be home on Friday, probably late afternoon. I was planning a ... Read More»

About Alexis: Alexis is a twenty-three year old senior law student of mine, studying trial advocacy. She was also an outstanding member of the law school's mock trial advocacy team, which I coached. We came into contact with each other way too much. I kept having this feeling that she was hanging around me more than necessary, dropping by my office to ask odd questions or just to chat. She was incredibly bright, a gifted student who hardly had to study to make top ten-per-cent grades. She was also a very lovely lady, tall, statuesque, large breasts, narrow waist, and a long mane of blond hair. Her blue eyes sparkled and she had a ready smile with perfect white teeth. Her only flaw was a rather serious scar from the bridge of her nose down almost to her lip. ... Read More»

I am a hotwife whore. Not only am I not ashamed, but I love it and so does my husband. Last night I had my cunt filled and brought it home to my hubby, Mike, as he lay there in our big king sized bed, stroking his hard dick. Mike undestands that every once in a while I need to have my night out and have myself a hot stud to fuck me good and hard. Then when I have had my fill, I come home to him, where he waits for me, and I tell him all about the hot horny stud that just fucked me and give him my gift. My cum filled cunt. I told him Friday night that I was feeling the urge and told him we need to go out Saturday night and find someone for me to fuck. Saturday came and I spent the afternoon primping and preening, making sure that I looked as slutty as ... Read More»

Hank's chainsaw snoring woke me up - again. I rolled over and looked at him. "Fucking lazy bastard", I thought. "Fucking FAT lazy bastard was more like it . . . " I hopped up and showered. I made coffee, dressed, grabbed my bags, called a cab and made it to the airport in record time. Today I was going to Antioch. It could be worse - I'd spent all of last week in Indianapolis. I'd had a most pleasant diversion there, though . . . Good - there wasn't much of a line this morning and things were moving quickly. I settled into my seat on the plane and closed my eyes. Before I knew it, we'd landed and I was checked into my hotel. I laid down on the bed and spread my legs and shoved a big dildo in and out of my steaming pussy and rubbed my clit until I came in an ... Read More»

his is about the first time I ate another man's cum from my wife's pussy. This happened a few years into our playing around. It was a normal Friday night and the wife wants to go out to the bar and I have to be at work on Saturday morning. I'm at my normal post, at home watching the kids and she's out having fun. And like every night that she is out I go to bed alone wondering what she is doing and wake up at closing time (1:00). 30 minutes or so after she should be home I realize that she is fucking someone, and that nervous, anxious feeling I get every time comes around, so I lay there and watch the clock and try to sleep. Finally at 2:45 she walks in the door and I pretend to be asleep. She pulls off her shirt and jeans and climbs into bed, kisses my ... Read More»

Gabe had been a bit apprehensive about calling in the refill on his prescription. He'd endured the embarrassing doctor's visit when he first got the prescription and then endured picking it up at the pharmacy. Fortunately, back then, an older man like himself was working behind the counter when he picked up the pills. He wasn't sure how he would react if some eighteen or nineteen year old kid handled the transaction. He dialed the phone and then breathed a sigh of relief when the answering machine mention their dial in refill service. He held on the phone while listening to some Spanish before he heard the English phrase, "For prescription refills press one." Gabe immediately pressed one and then listened while the phone rang. "Damn, now I bet I'll have to ... Read More»

I stared in disbelief as I watched Bill continue to shoot his cum all over my wife's face and tits. I pulled my deflating cock from Betty's ass and slipped off the bed and onto my knees as I listened to my wife scream in pleasure. "Oh fuck! I'm Cumming! She screamed as Tim pounded her pussy. "It's not what it looks like." Bill said in a low apologetic tone. I turn my attention to Bill, whose cock was now back in Betty's mouth as she attempted to suck the last drop of cum from it. "Bill. It looks like you Cumming all over my wife's face and tits." I replied with anger in my voice. "I can't believe you two would do this to me." I continued, the anger becoming more evident. "Hold on there, old buddy! I'm not the one who just fucked his ... Read More»

* The next week found me mowing Mrs. Johnson's lawn again. The big change was I did not watch surreptitiously for her to appear in some degree of undress in a window as I went about my tasks. When I was finished and had the tools put away, she came to the door. "Jeff, would you like a cold drink?" she asked. "Yes, ma'am," I replied following her inside. She poured a glass of lemonade and handed it to me. She watched quietly as I drained the glass and returned it to her. "Would you like to come over around suppertime and help me move some more furniture, Jeff," she said smiling at me. "If you could, I'll call your mom and tell her I'll feed you dinner. That way you can come over a bit earlier. Would you like that?" "Yes ma'am," I ... Read More»

Hace 21 años yo era la hija que todo padre podría desear. Acababa de finalizar mis estudios de COU como una de las mejores de la clase y me habían aceptado en una de las mejores universidades privadas del país. Además seguía siendo virgen a los 18 años. Y creo que lo era más por falta de oportunidad que por elección. Ya entonces, la mayoría de la gente pensaba que tenía menos de 18 años por mi pequeña estatura y aún tengo exactamente las misma medidas que entonces. 1,50 cms de estatura, 39 kgs de peso, pelo rubio, ojos azules, 83-55-83. Todavía tengo las pecas que hicieron que la gente me tratase como a una niña. Lo que más me llamó la atención cuando llegué a la universidad fue que en el campus abundaban toda clase de ideas radicales. La regla básica parecía ... Read More»

My wife Sonja got a new job about a year and a half ago. She moved up the ladder to middle management. My name is Vince and we live in Chicago. We have had a swinging lifestyle for years so we are pretty comfortable with the idea of fucking other people. My wife came home about a year ago after getting a new boss from outside the corporation. I was not surprised to hear her tell me that for a young kid, he is only thirty one, was quite hot. You see my wife Sonja is 42, I’m 44 and she stands about five foot seven, one hundred and thirty five pounds with super large D cup tits. They have nice big areolas, hard nipples that poke through the thickest bras and a knock me off my socks sweet ass. On top of that, working in management she is always dressed real sharp in ... Read More»

The loud banging on his front door pulled Brian out of his meloncholic reverie. It wouldn’t stop. He looked out the window at the gray, looming skies, and moaned. Bloody perfect day to do himself in. The banging persisted until he shook his head and rose from the chair, the gun dropping on the floor next to it. Brian went to the door and reluctantly opened it. Two big women, clad in wet raincoats pushed him back against the hall door and surged past him. “Really, Brian, you could have been quicker. We were getting soaked out there, you bastard. You really are inconsiderate sometimes. I wonder what Wendy saw in you.” It was his very much older sister-in-law, Ruth, he saw. She kept going onward to the kitchen shedding her raincoat and hat as she went. He ... Read More»