Back in the old days, I had to take my wife out to dinner or the movies or something just for a chance to feast my eyes on Kristin, our luscious little babysitter. We'd been using her services for the past couple of years now, ever since my wife got her phone number from one of the other mothers. Kristin was usually available when we needed her, her hourly rate was reasonable, and our kids seemed to genuinely like her. My wife Leah liked her because she left the house clean, and I liked her because she gave me a boner when she smiled at me. Kristin's a little on the short side and a little on the thin side - but with decent knockers. They were just big enough and really, really firm. She always came across as Little Miss Sweetness and Light when my wife ... Read More»

Hi. This is Trish from Portland Oregon, I've been married to Richard for 9 years and we have an open marriage. Richard and I met in college during my second year at Portland State. He was one of my professors. Richard was my dad’s age. Actually he's 4 years older than my dad. But Richard was classy, fit and very handsome. It was well known at my sorority that the flirty professor dated some of his students over the years. I dressed extra slutty for his lectures and got to class early so I could sit in the front row. Before the end of the first semester we were having a red hot affair. We fucked in Richard's office, his car, the Marriott hotel and even his house when his wife was away visiting their grown kids. Richard always made me feel special when ... Read More»

Scot wasn't a loner but he did enjoy his own company. At eighteen Scot's mum thought he would be out all summer with his pals but he wasn't. At the start of the holidays Scot sat in his room on his computer all day despite the scorching weather outside. His mum wasn't happy about this at all. "Scot I have signed you up for a camp with other boys your age to get you out of your room, no arguments you are going. You leave tomorrow." Scot always tried to keep his mum happy so he didn't argue. He really didn't want to go but he knew he had no choice in the matter so he stormed back upstairs banging his door as he did so to show his annoyance and started to pack. Scot was a fine looking boy. He worked out a little and always kept up with fashion. He didn't like ... Read More»

Angry! That’s what I am. I raised two grown boys—handsome, good boys—with my husband of 29 years. I did everything for him. I even held back my sexual desires and fantasies because he was “uncomfortable” with them. Nothing but the same, boring missionary position one week after the next. But all it took was an empty-headed secretary with fake tits to make him “discover” sex! And, you know, I’m not fat or ugly or anything like that. People tell me all the time: “Colleen, you look damned good!” I like my strong build: large, satisfying hips. I see guys look at my hips and ass all the time, and full, round, natural breasts. My waist is still surprisingly small and my brassy brown hair falls in loose curls down my back. I look really good at 45 years ... Read More»

This is for all you ladies out there that have a useless dick for a husband like mine. My name is Andrea and I’ve been married to that stupid dickhead Ricky for about fifteen years. If I only knew then what I know now; I would have never married the bastard and been better off. We have lived here in the quiet little suburb just outside of Louisville, KY for most of our marriage. It was just in the last eight years since I gave birth to our last child that he began cheating on me. So here I sit, forty one years old and stuck in a shithole of a marriage with a husband, if you want to even call him that, the prick, which lies and cheats on me every fucking day. Ricky has a problem with lying. He can’t do it with a straight face! It’s almost like he is ... Read More»

Peter Simmons felt terrible. His life had literally fallen apart. What he dreaded had happened, and now he must deal with the consequences. He had been caught and arrested for stealing a pair of panties from a neighbors wash line. He had been exposed as a pervert and lost his job, and shamed himself in front of all who knew him. What's more his mother had to bear the shame as well, and he loved her dearly . Peter lived with his widowed mother in a three bedroom semi-detached house. They had lived together now for 5 years since his sister left to get married. He was 35, and a confirmed bachelor. In fact, he was often embarrassed when teased about the fact that he had never been seen out with a lady friend. Not that Peter had many friends. He was ... Read More»

Anyone who says that they are having great sex after a long relationship or long marriage either has low expectations, or they are a liar. My husband Mark and I both had active sex lives before we met. Mark was married once before and has a couple of kids from that marriage. I met Mark at work. He is 8 years older than me. Mark was selling copy machines and he called on my company regularly. We began flirting when he came to do some training for a copier he sold us. We ended up going out. Mark was living with a girlfriend at the time and I saw him infrequently for the first few months. It was like we were having an affair. I couldn't call him at home and he wasn't available very often. Our relationship didn't become exclusive until he broke up with his girlfriend ... Read More»

Fifty is such a daunting number. Half a century and it seems just yesterday when I was young and the world was new. I sit alone in a crowded bar nursing my third bourbon and coke as music blares around me drowning the sounds of younger people chatting and laughing. Today I am still the 'right' side of that psychological figure. I am forty-nine, but it is the eve of my 'Big 50'. It is only a number, I keep telling myself but in the back of my mind a small voice is chanting in a child-like taunt, "oldie, oldie, you are an oldie..." over and over. I sigh and drain the dark sweet liquid from my glass, wincing as two large ice cubes clank against my teeth. "Another one, Sir?" I glance around at the angel standing near my right shoulder. Her ... Read More»

My name is Rudy. I am a 44 year old married guy with 4 kids, including 23 year old twin daughters. I got married to my high school sweetheart right after graduation. Other than a couple of brief affairs with women I met at work, my sex life has been nothing worth writing about. That is until last March when I fucked the company slut, Carol. Shortly after I got married, my father in-law got me a job at the plant where he worked. It was a decent job with steady hours and benefits. The second shift lifestyle is not healthy for a married person. Back then the legal drinking age was 18 in Wisconsin. We would get off work at 11PM and then head to one of several local bars and drink until the bar closed. I stayed on second shift for three years until I had ... Read More»

Let me begin this series by telling you that I love to bed older women. Not to say that I do not enjoy the company of women my own age, but there is something about ravishing a beautiful mature lady that really turns me on. MILFS, Cougars, Soccer Moms, I don't care what you call them; but I thoroughly enjoy them. But please allow myself to introduce myself. I am a single guy in his late twenties who recently moved back to my hometown of Philadelphia. I am 6'2, 200lbs, with short brown hair, hazel eyes, broad shoulders, and an athletic build. I have been compared on more than one occasion to a young George Clooney, but I personally don't see it. I try to stay in decent shape through running and swimming, but by no means am I a gym rat. I had lived in Georgia ... Read More»

We stand before the studio mirror. Mark is behind me; his strong arms encircle my torso as he gently but firmly encourages my rib cage to lift, to move, to become unstuck from the muscles that have gained too tight a grip. "Breathe deep," he says in his rich baritone voice that is just ever so slightly rough. As he speaks I feel his breath against my neck and ear, and I feel the warmth of his body through my thin camisole and yoga pants, clothing that gives him easy access to any part of me which calls out for attention from those skillful, knowing hands. Mark is my massage therapist, my teacher, one might even say my guru, and the object of some of my life's most persistent, exhilarating, obsessive sexual fantasies. He healed my body from a painful, ... Read More»

Being a recently divorced English teacher at the local community college had its good days and its bad. The bad were of course when students didn't get what I was trying to teach them, no matter what I tried, and the good days were better then I could ever hope for. The school that I taught at was a small Midwestern college, the class size stayed at around 18 to 20 students. That size class allowed me to give additional attention to any student that took the time to ask for it. I wouldn't go out of my way to help if they didn't ask for it, they had to take the first step. I was around 50 at the time and I especially loved it when it was homecoming week, all the school spirit and the happiness of the students really made my job enjoyable. What made the kids ... Read More»

I went in downtown to buy a book and the best way to get there without traffic and parking problems is by subway. I was quit happy to see that the book I was looking for was available in the first bookstore I went. On my way back while waiting for the subway, I notice a blonde girl near me with glasses, wearing a mid long skirt and looking at me with a friendly face. My first thought about her was that she look like a free minded girl seeking for pleasure. She sat near me when I got in the train, I then proceed to read some passages in the book I just brought, that's when I heard her say, "I love that author", I turned my head around and answered, yes he is a good author, from there we started a conversation. I learned that she was not from the city ... Read More»

My mom's sister Katherine (Kitty) lives in Carol Stream Illinois which is 35 miles straight west of where I am living right now. I moved into in a company furnished condo in downtown Chicago a few weeks ago. The condo came with my internship deal. It's a small nicely furnished unit on North Dearborn St. just a couple blocks from work. I have a great view looking north here from the 36th floor. I promised mom I would go visit Aunt Kitty as soon as I got settled. Mom wasn't going to let me forget that promise. I had met Aunt Kitty several times over the years. The last time I saw her was 8 years ago when Uncle Paul died. I had just turned 16. The whole family drove to Chicago from Maumee Ohio in Uncle Buddy's minivan. Funerals really suck, but it was ... Read More»

Alan stared at the paper for at least a minute, almost unable to believe what he was reading. The big red "C" in the left hand margin was like a dagger in his heart. This just couldn't be true, he had worked like a dog on this paper and after two years of college, he certainly knew high quality work when he saw it. Dammit, this paper was a helluva lot closer to an A+ than a C. How in God's name could she have given him a C? He had to pull an A to keep his scholarship current so he always put out maximum effort in all of his classes. He was about to raise his hand and ask a question when the professor offered, "If any of you has a question about your grade, I'll be in my office right after class until four thirty. It will be first come first serve, okay ... Read More»