A lot had happened since our encounter with Christina in Ocean City. Sheri and I started having sex with her regularly, without Bob ever finding out. We had threesomes at least once or twice a month for quite some time. A few years later, Sheri and I got married. We moved from Pennsylvania to Maryland where I got a new job. We got a nice apartment with lots of room. Moving meant we barely ever saw Christina or any of our other usual partners. Sheri and I were still having sex all the time, but I could tell we were both craving a little something extra. One weekend, we went home to visit our family and friends in PA and hooked up with Christina while we were there. We told everyone we were going back Sunday morning, but really left Monday. We got a hotel room about an hour away from our hometown and Christina spent the night. The three of had sex for hours Sunday night and it was fantastic. In the morning, Sheri asked if I would sit in a chair to the side of the bed and just watch her and Christina. I gladly obliged. After saying our goodbyes, we got in the car and headed out. The drive was mostly quiet for the first hour or so. That’s when the world changed. Sheri turned off the radio and said, “Can I ask you something without you getting upset?” Always cause for alarm, I replied, “Should I be worried?” “No, no, nothing like that,” she said. She steadied herself for a moment, not knowing exactly how to start this conversation. She started, “We’ve had threesomes many times …
New Horizons
For most people they want an uneventful life that holds very few surprises and we were no exception. There is a certain amount of security in developing a routine in your life. I think most of us become boring by choice. Our lives the past few years can be defined by our calendar. My wife and I go to the gym Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. We dine out almost every Friday, but occasionally try a new restaurant when we feel real adventuresome. Then there is the BBQ with our long time friends on the second Saturday of each month. I usually play racquetball at 6:30 am on Monday and Wednesday. Oh yeah, I forgot… we usually fuck on Sunday and Thursday. Probably because there is not much to watch on TV those nights. It occurred to me recently that we had run out of new stories to tell because we had run out of new adventures. Little did I know how that was all about to change. I retired early at 49, two years ago because I was able to sell our business for a hefty sum. My wife followed me in retirement a year later, not just because she no longer needed to work but because she hated her job. We have lived at the beach in Southern California since our marriage twenty two years ago, in a house I designed and built. My name is Alan, and my wife's name is Ann. She was a high school teacher for fifteen years and I was a general contractor and manufacturer. Our life is one that most people would envy. Selling the business provided enough profit that we were able to pay off all our …
Sex Without my Husband
Sex Without My Husband Hello, my name is Nicki, married with three c***dren. My husband always tells me I'm a knockout. I have some of the not-so-great leftovers from having my babies but I try to keep in fairly good shape. I have shoulder-length brown hair, dark brown eyes, and a great pair of boobs and smile. My husband is always telling me I am a beautiful "self made" woman that any man would be proud to call his wife. It is funny the effect one person can have on another. Take my story for instance. I have been married to my husband for about a year or so, and during our time together, my husband has been having this fantasy of watching me having sex with another man. Over the time we were dating and during our marriage I did, however, tell him some stories of me with other men while we had sex. I thought he was jealous of the guy I was still fucking while he was still on active duty and away. He said he was not but wished he was that guy with me and knew that I wanted Chuck with me rather than the man I used for sexual needs. I could not believe how much it would turn him on. The more I complimented these men on their size and what they did with me, the more interested he became. It was not his interest in the size of other men but the effects they had on me at the time and his comments gradually began to influence my thinking and curiosity. One evening while we were making love Chuck started sharing one of his erotic sex stories. He mentioned a friend of his from …
Punishment To a Innocent Wife
Hi friends this is my first story here. Hope you all like it if you’re interested in us you can join us and please provide your important comments so I can submit more stories of our actions you can also get connected to me at [email protected] Story by Cockold hubby !!! Let me introduce myself I’m 26 years old Hindu male from Mumbai working in a reputed MNC, I have been married for 2 years to a very good looking, obedient and intelligent wife. She is Gaurangana 5.3, 64 kgs, 36 32 36 fair. After 1 years of good sex life with her I was getting bored of my sex life there was nothing new to it, we stay in a small house with my 2 b*****rs and theirs wife and my parents then I started to learn more about sex and newer styles, cuckolding and *********. I never told about all this to her as she is conservative and I didn’t want to loose her. After knowing all this whenever we went out I used to look at males watching her and used to get a hard on and jerked fantasizing it. I was completely falling for it and wanted to see her **** other males. Problem was how I should take it forward as it could ruin my life and career. While I was going through all this we bought a small house next to us and took a home loanAnd my wife started taking tuitions at home. One day I was going through paper and an idea clicked my head. The idea was “Recession. I started making stories to her that my company is in great mess and people are losing job. While this was a reality as well and whomever …
My wife part 1
Caught the wife. To my Surprise. This is what I get i suppose, for coming home early. I met Cindy, my wife, through the girl I was dating, one of the classical stories. My friends were telling me I was going to marry her even before I knew. Well that’s another story. Corporate moves had relocated us a number of times around the states, so twelve years, and two children later, we find ourselves in the Deep South. I had my number of extra martial encounters, which put our marriage on the rocks. Cindy is an extremely attractive woman, with an excellent body, and having done some modeling she had also appeared in Vogue magazine. My friends were telling me I was crazy. Hell, the girls I was going out with behind Cindy's back thought I was crazy too. I have always enjoyed sex with Cindy. But she had no interest in experimenting with anything. For instance getting a blowjob to the end was non-existent, having her savour my juices on her tongue never happened, she would never let me cum in her mouth, or swallow my spunk ever, she would suck me to get me hard, but that was it. While multiple orgasms for her were common place, but never for me. Finger fucking her juicy cunt was always out of the question, as well as anal sex. I needed some adventure in the bedroom, some sort of variety, thus I have maintained the same lover for the last eight years, if you call having sex twice a year a lover. Although every thing was quiet in our relationship, while i was not fully contented with our …
My third time as a hotwife
This is the story of the third time my husband let me go out as a hotwife. Just so you all know. The definition of a hotwife is where the husband lets his wife go out on dates and have sex with other men. It is not to be confused with the " Polyamory" or "Swinger" lifestyle. I want to share these stories as I am proud of who I am, and the lifestyle I live. I hope to get my husband to write his version of a few of these stories were he watched. After my first two encounter with having sex with other men I found myself feeling more sexy and buying sexier clothing. I would try them on for my husband and we would have great sex. We started role playing more and started talking about the "next time". I work out between 2-3 times a week, and I also like to run. I have become very good friends with a guy named Matt at theYMCA. He works out on Mondays and I see him once in a while, but he also runs a lot and we started running together. I had just finished working out one day and had stopped at Subway for lunch and Matt walked in. We started talking about running, and when we could get together for a run. We decided to have lunch and ended up talking for about 2 hours. While we talk the subject lead to my marriage. Matt said he had saw me working out once with a tall guy, I stated that was my husband. He told me my husband was a very lucky guy. I asked why, Matt said because he has such a fit and good looking wife. I laughed a bit and said I had the best husband. Matt asked why? Me …
Skinny dipping leads to sex in public place
Back in the late nineties and early noughties, as you may have figured from my other stories, I was a student at the University of Surrey. I went to Uni as a mature student and was in fact 27 when I started in 1998. Anyway, as you will imagine, it was a bit like picking fruit in an orchard as far as hooking impressionable young girls was concerned. Given their new found freedom and since they're all away from home for the first time, I felt it was my duty to help them gain as much confidence and experience as possible in the bedroom department. In fact, there's probably a good few guys around who don't realise how much I taught their wives all those years ago! Anyway, the easy ones don't stick in your mind do they and looking back now, there's only one or two that are worth putting pen to paper for. One was a friend of mine, who we'll call Clare. This is a different Clare to my neighbour and a very different kettle of fish altogether. Now Clare was also a bit of a mature student, but still not as old as me and if I'm honest, she wasn't at all what you'd look for in a girlfriend or as wife material, but she just had something about her that made me want to fuck her brains out. She was, I think, 23 when we started at uni and she had a size 12 arse, with size 10 top half, made up of a thin waist, flat tummy, small perky tits (so small she didn't wear a bra a lot of the time, just a little vest top) and a great naughty smile. She had lovely smooth skin with a great complexion and …
Memories of the ex-wife
My ex-wife Linda and I had a wonderful sex life, and fantasy play was a big part of that. We had one reoccurring fantasy that always seemed to get her super hot. It was always talk or sex stories about a three-way with another guy. She knew about my past, and even knew the people involved, and the three-ways I had been involved with my best friend Bob and ex-girlfriend Wendy. My best friend, Bob, was her old boyfriend, and my old girlfriend, Wendy, was a friend of hers. She said she was jealous that she didn't get to try one out in her single years, but she didn't want to risk screwing up our marriage, so it would stay a fantasy. The only way she would ever consider it, is if we were far away on holidays, and the opportunity just presented itself, without being forced. Every year, we took a tropical holiday somewhere to get away from the cold winter weather. This year, we were going to Puerto Vallarta, for 3 weeks. We spent the first week catching up on our tans, snorkeling, scuba diving, eating out at different restaurants, and wandering for hours taking in the sights. It was a nice relaxing come-down, from our hectic work lives. The second week we were looking for a little more excitement, so we went wave-riding, parachute sailing, deep sea fishing, played sand volleyball and went out clubbing. At one particular club, we had managed to score a, hard to get, table, after four people got up to leave. We ordered drinks, and were relaxing, having romantic conversation and …
The Sexcapades of Aurora & Dylan – Chapter 2
The Sexcapades of Aurora & Dylan – Chapter 2 Prologue: I started writing "The Sexcapades" series to find an outlet for my deep sexual desires. Although the story is based from my own point of view, and experiences, the majority of it is fictional, and something I find deeply arousing to put into words. No longer trapped in my own mind. The stories all revolve around Aurora and Dylan, incestuous twin sisters. Once Jason was is drawn into their world, the three lovers live out what people only fantasize, and dream about. I plan to keep writing them for the readers and myself. Although some of the writing will be controversial, and wrong to societies standards, I hope you enjoy it. Feel free to send my your comments and suggestions. You never know, some of it may help me shape the next chapter of the story. If you liked the story, make sure to RATE it once you have finished reading. Chapter 2 – Mother: Freedom, I thought to myself as I watched my soon to be ex wife drive away. For the most part things had settled some since our initial talk on the subject of divorce, last Saturday. Initially she took my decision to end things hard. Screaming and yelling about my reasoning, all of which just danced around the truth. I had discovered she was cheating, and had been for some time, with and old flame that she reconnected with through Facebook. When she went on accusing me of infidelity and the such, all I had to say was his name, and she immediately retreated, realizing that I was …
Cuckolded by a white ouple
I wrote this just because I find it tiresome that so much of the cuckold stories are of one kind only. This puts a black man in the cucky position. It is a story, so please don't take offence. Non is intended. Only pleasure. Enjoy! We'd gone down to the nude beach on our german holiday. Looking around we seemed to be pretty much the only mixed race couple there. Seeing all those white tits around had me sporting a semi in no time. I'm not going to lie to you, the whole interracial thing turned me on a lot. One of my favorite sexual games with my wife circled around her being a white souther virgin, and me being one of the strong, dark slaves working the field. It always got me good and hard. My wife undressed. She being something of a submissive kept shaved between her legs at my request, and had even gotten implants because I thought a woman with B-cups just wasn't any fun. Naturally she also kept her hair an intense platinum blonde. As we sat there looking at the water and just talking about who made us horny, a young german couple came up to us. The young man didn't really seem to know any english at all, but his girlfriend sure did. “Hi,“ she said. “Would you mind if we joined you?“ “Not at all!“ I replied. As they sat down, she near me and he near my wife, she said “You're american, aren't you?“ “That's right“, I smiled. We started talking about this and that, her boyfriend mostly sitting there. He looked like something out of a Nazi add. Blond, muscular and tall. I …
Guide to Cuckold Your Husband
Guide to Cuckold Your Husband Turning your husband into a cuckold can be one of the most rewarding things you ever do. A successfully cuckolded husband will be completely submissive. He will satisfy all your sexual cravings, manage all the mundane chores of your life, allow you to sl**p with whomever you wish, subject himself to any amount of humiliation you desire, and of course, love you unconditionally. But be warned, cuckolding can also be one of the most challenging things you ever do. The process is long, complicated, energy consuming, and by no means sure of success. The strain on your marriage will be unbelievable, and it may be weeks or months before you succeed. In the end though, it will be worth it. Hopefully this will help educate women on how to begin the wonderful journey of female domination and to hopefully relieve some of the apprehension that might prevent a woman from ever trying. After reading this it will be clearer that cuckolding your husband is not as hard as it seems, and that accomplishing this feat is more possible than you thought. The most common reason a women doesn't cuckold her husband is that she thinks he'll never go for it – that he's not the type. This is such a myth that it must be dispelled immediately. Many cuckolds begin as ordinary husbands. Your husband may even be as manly as men come, but don't worry, cuckolding is often a just a matter of helping your hubby discover his submissive side. Take heart in the fact that underneath all …
Husbands Tale – later
So you won't get bored with these stories, let's fast forward ahead 4 years. We had gotten married and bought a cool duplex. I didn't want her to feel like she had to work so she worked part-time and enjoyed herself too. When she had moved down from OK. she had told me something I'd never heard of before: A hot girl actually responding to stupid guys who tried to flag them down. If you do that to hot girls, do not be dissuaded by any one. It's good healthy stuff and sometimes you get lucky. red She had been flagged down by two black guys in a new Eldorado on Hwy 75 about where it crosses the River. She talked to them, got in their car, and went to the nearest motel and fucked both of them for about an hour and half. Then they took her back to her car and she went on. She said she loved it because it was just cool and naughty and now she was full with two cum loads in her cunt. She liked to put her fingers into the wetness and play with clit and lips while she drove. She didn't wait for them to call the next day. She called them and did them both again and continued to see both of these black guys for the nearly year and half before I met her. One night, I was home from work when she came in from shopping. By then, I'd replenished her wardrobe to sexy little pullover dresses, tight tights, crotchless fish-net and six inch pumps. She killed 'em every time she stepped out. Well she had on only this skimpy sheer yellow dress. I had convinced her to try going without panties some …
Like Mother, Like Daughter
If you have read my stories Lynn’s Wedding and Vince Redux, you know that Vince is the hottest guy anywhere, and he’s far and away the best fuck of my whole 39-year life. My hunky Italian stud and I now manage to spend all weekend, every weekend, in long sexual marathons. And I’ve never been happier. But once in a while, we leave the bedroom, and I get to trot my hunk out to show him off in public. Recently, we were at a department store, Vince picking out hot outfits for me to wear, and me picking out what would show off how sizzling hot he is. Holding up outfits against each other, touching each other in naughty places, and of course kissing every few minutes. And suddenly, there was –.my mother! She was dressed conservatively sexy, but for some odd reason, she was picking out matronly dresses that make this curvy, shapely, still attractive 61-year-old woman look about 85. Mom saw me kissing and being all flirty with Vince, and she pulled me aside, out of Vince’s being able to hear us. “Isn’t this the same guy I saw you dancing with at your friend Lynn’s wedding?” mom asked. “Yes, mom.” “You guys left the wedding kind of early.” “Yes!” I giggled, winking at Vince. “You’d better be careful!” mom warned. “Guys like him want only one thing.” “It’s not like that, mom.” “Oh, really? Does he love you?” “I don’t think so. But I don’t love him, either.” “He just wants you for sex.” “You don’t understand.” “Oh,” mom laughed. “I think I do.” “No, mom, you don’t! He’s not using me …
Skill Zone 3
Hey there. You may have read Sk1ll Zone and found out about my friend Isaac's sexual venture with my mom. You may have also read Skill Zone 2 and found out about our moms' fun together. Well Isaac told me about that stuff before he even uploaded the stories here. Let me just say this: they were the lucky ones. I tried some of that shit with his mom, and it didn't work out the way I had hoped. By now, you're probably wondering who I am, but you may have figured that out already. My name is Owen Oliver. I'm 5'9" and I just have a regular body build. I'm not heavy, but I'm also not slim. I don't have well-defined abs and I'm not the most attractive guy out there. I have neatly combed mocca hair that's still above my ears and brown eyes that are apparently captivating, over which I always wear my glasses. Let's begin, shall we? ***** I grab my phone and dial his number as fast as I can without messing. The numbers beep and it starts to ring. I can barely contain my excitement as he picks up. "Dude! Guess what?" I yell into the receiver. "What? Calm down, man," he replies. "Skill 2one just came out and I have a copy at my house!" "Wait….what? Really? Dude that's awesome!" "I know, right? You gotta come over! I heard there's online co-op now!" "Bro…..I'll see what I can do." Isaac hangs up his phone and I slip mine into my back pocket. I fall back into my favorite red bean bag chair and pick up the PrisMax controller. I presses the center button and the PrisMax blinks to life. …
Cala de Sirena – Joys Birth
Author's Note : This is part of my Cala de Sirena series. This story occurs between Cala de Sirena and Return to Cala de Sirena, for those who might question the time line, though I wrote it after the two mentioned. Thank you all for reading & returning to the cove. It was Don Taylor’s last day before he began his family leave, and it couldn’t end soon enough. It seemed that every time he turned around, his boss and good friend, Jason Blackwell, was giving him, ‘Just one more thing.’ He had the program installed into his office computer and the computer at home to allow him access to his work files should he need them, and had copied all of his important files onto several flash drives. In Don’s mind, the day seemed to just drag on, and his thoughts were on his lovely wife Angel, who was waiting at home, and very pregnant with their first child. When Don met her just over two years ago, he had no idea how she would forever change his life. His thoughts drifted back to the storm that brought her into his life, how it shook the tiny hut he was staying in that was supposed to be a second honeymoon for him and his now ex-wife Amy. Instead it was a chance for Don to refocus and re-purpose his life. After the storm, he went to clear the debris off the beach in hopes of a nice bonfire to cook some fresh fish over during his stay, only to find Angel’s naked, unconscious, injured body lying under the palm branches. The huge lump on her beautiful head that caused her to lose her …
Aunt Lynn
As with my stories, there's a bit of lead-in. Please judge it as telling a story. If you have read "You want me to do What to your mother", then this is a continuance of that story. I hope it's as well received. I have opened comments. Please keep them relative to this story. This is a sequel to: “You want me to do WHAT to your mother?” A quick synopsis of the first story. Wife asked me to “service” her mother, as her father had a stroke and heart attack, then he died. So for 3 years, she did not have sex. My wife said “No holds barred, but keep it down to every couple of weeks or so. I want to be kept satisfied and mom gets you afterward.” Since “mom” (as she wanted us to call her) married Dad just out of H S, she did not have man experience before hand. Moreover, dad was ultra religious. In their religion, women served the man. They were not allowed to start sex, or be “on top” Just lay there and take it, so to speak. And not work outside the house. My wife and her mom plotted to have me please her, and I taught her many new things which she had not tried (or even heard of) before. Then, after 2 years, MIL died suddenly. Me: Before marriage, I had a few “older” women. When I was about 20 and did TV home service. I serviced many MILFs in the process. This became a symbiotic relationship; they wanted sex (and with a younger man) and I learned from experience how to polish my skills in pleasing women. Older women also know what they want and are not afraid to go for it. …
Meeting Him pt.1
MEETING HIM PT.1 I met HIM online,you know on one of those adult websites.I had been a member for a few years,mostly just watching the videos or reading the stories.I was into alot of kinky stuff and it was hard to find someone with the same tastes.I often felt guilty being online while my hubby was at work,but our sex life had become almost non existent.We are both black and in our late forties.I have a very high sex drive,always have,he did also until about 3 yrs ago.He started taking meds which affected his sexual desires…or so he wanted me to think. We both had been in bisexual relationships before we were married,and I often wondered if he was seeing a man behind my back.Which honestly Id be okay with,if he was honest with me,and not so judgemental towards me.We have been married over 20 yrs and I have never cheated in any way….until now.Ive always been the more kinkier out of the two of us…a quality which he liked at one time…but these days he criticized me for it.We had gone for months without sex…him saying he had no interest,so I turned to porn even more,watching and masterbating.He did not approve of that,saying I should find something to get my mind off sex.Well that was easier said than done,having gone without it for so long,it was ALL I could think of.Whenever I tried talking to him about it he would call me a whore and a slut.So eventually I stopped trying.I began frequenting the chatrooms,mostly talking to other women,thinking that wasnt really …
Sharing Cindy Chapter 15
Sharing Cindy Chapter 15 I hope that there are those of you who are enjoying reading about the true adventures of my life with my wife Cindy and our life that began as naïve teens and has developed over the years to two loving people who enjoy it when she has sex with others. I apologize if these stories aren’t as slick or exciting as some of the fiction I have read on this site. Sometimes I suppose these memories are more exciting to me, but I hope some of you can relate and enjoy. Every since Cindy began working at the Harley dealership we began to get more involved in motorcycles and the activities that follow along with owning a couple of them. This includes going on charity runs that usually end with a huge party. This is about one of those times. The local chapter of ABATE used to have a Poker Run charity ride that would involve a 100 mile bike ride, stopping at several locations and ending up at a drag strip that had a huge field where a huge party was held for all the riders. These parties could get pretty crazy with lots of alcohol and a lot of nakedness. Who wouldn’t like it? This was probably our fourth or fifth run so we knew what to expect. Cindy’s younger sister, Deb and her boyfriend Ray were going to go with us this time. As usual, I was looking forward to seeing all the hot women. When Deb and Ray showed up, I was surprised to see she was showing more skin than I had ever seen from her. While Cindy was a well endowed blue eyed brunette, Deb was a taller …
The Perfect Setup
A young husband decides to seek revenge on a bitch of a wife who is about to divorce him. With the help of an old con artist-card sharp, he creates the perfect setup to con her into a divorce on his terms. But there is always a joker in the deck and things don’t turn out exactly as he had planned. This story goes into a LOT of detail about a game of five-card stud, jokers wild. If you aren’t into card games, it might be confusing– or boring– for you. If so, you might want to skip this one. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life. If you are under the age or 18 or do not understand the difference between fantasy and reality or if you reside in any state, province, nation, or tribal territory that prohibits the reading of acts depicted in these stories, please stop reading immediately and move to somewhere that exists in the twenty-first century. Archiving and reposting of this story is permitted, but only if acknowledgment of copyright and statement of limitation of use is included with the article. This story is copyright (c) 2014 by The Technician. Individual readers may archive and/or print single copies of this story for personal, …
The Life that is Dreamt of: Chapter 1
I have never been the type of person to express myself very much in the verbal way. Since elementary school I always knew in my head that I would do as best as I could academically and live the life I had always wanted to live since I was little, a big house, pretty wife, cool kids, and a wealthy, successful lifestyle. So I put my head down, achieved the grades I wanted to, participated in many championship sports teams, and enjoyed my life as the “popular” teenager so many kids long to be. So now, as I sit on my front porch in the Florida Keys, let me tell you the story of how I Giovanni Belettzo accomplished everything in my life I had dreamed of for so long, and everything in between. So I guess in my introduction I left out the fact that I’m a sex addict. Not in the way that you’re thinking however. I’m not one of those crazy fucks who are attracted to anything with a pulse. I am a very selective individual when it comes to what I will and will not shove my cock into repeatedly for a set amount of time until I shoot my load onto it. I guess to put it in a nutshell, I just enjoy having my cock inside a beautiful broad with a gorgeous face and a nice body a little bit more than not having my cock inside a beautiful broad with a gorgeous face and a nice body. To be completely honest, this literally all started in fifth grade, I can’t believe that was almost eight years ago. I received one of these weird snowboarding brand magazines for Christmas, and in the very back there …
five warnings
Dark 2014 DarkWanderer.net All Rights Reserved More Stories By This Author | Printable Version Five Warnings Written by Meatlocker / Jun15, 2004 Five WARNINGS By Meatlocker This story is from a white husband's viewpoint. It is to be taken as a warning to other white men who are thinking of letting their ladies go black. First a little background, we've been married for 11 years, our sex life was good not great. We had tried other partners, all white men, but they seemed to not add to our sexual experience. Then, earlier this year, a black male that my wife worked with,began making sexual advances towards her. My wife had never been with a black man nor had she ever made mention of a desire to. So I was a bit surprised when she grew intent on having sex with a black. She did, and her experience was a resounding dud. This guy was not well endowed, nor very attentive to my wife's needs. She was disappointed that all those myths she had heard were untrue. I should point out that my wife is a size queen. We have a varied collection of toys in sizes that would scare the average woman from attempting use. A few weeks passed and my wife began a friendship with an older, (we are in our early 30's and he is in his late 50's), black man named Bill. Eventually she came to discover that he had a thing for younger married white woman. My wife thought, correctly, that Bill would want more than just a casual friendship. I told her whatver she decided was fine with me. (Warning #1: Never …
Life of Getting Freaky
If you have read any of my other stories you know that I love wild adventures when I crossdress. I'm getting horny right now and figured I would add to them by starting this series of short stories for your enjoyment and mine. Please let me know what you think and friend me if you wish. Well living in Las Vegas during the 80's and 90's might have added to my wild side and even though I had been married just a few years I still could not feel my need for crossdressing without her knowing. On this day I was so in need to just dress up and play around with my hidden stash of toys and magazines not planning on what ended up taking place. It was my day off and after having great sex with my wife before she left for work I could not wait to be alone for a few hours of dress up and role play. In just minutes after she drove off to work I was in the shower to freshen up and was soon in the garage with my boxes of clothes and toys dressing up. I wanted to get dressed up in some lingerie and cover up so that I could run down to a nearby adult xxx book store to buy a new magazine or two to spend the day with. After picking out a couple hot mags and while I was at the A.B.S. I went into the back area of the store to watch a couple video clips and check the glory hole situation. I noticed a few guys hanging around which was a good sign and went into one of the booths that I knew had a glory hole from past trips to this store. Once inside I loaded a few coins and began to surf the channels …
Sharing Cindy Chapter 21 Cindy Brings Home a Girlfriend
Sharing Cindy Chapter 21 “Cindy Brings a Girlfriend Home” I hope some of you reading these accounts of the adventures with my wife Cindy are enjoying them. While they may not be as slickly written as some of the fiction stories on this site, they are all true and really just a small portion of all the fun we had over the years. A lot of people have asked me what I get out of allowing my wife to have sex with others. I suppose it’s very difficult for those who are not turned on by this type of activity to understand. Everyone seems to have something that turns them on; it might be lingerie, it might be bondage, it might be something kinky, but for me, its knowing that my wife is turning someone on and that they find her desirable. Sometimes the actual act of sex doesn’t have to take place, simply the teasing and flirting can be enough. One of the other benefits I get is that Cindy enjoys women as well and she has no problem with me sharing them with her. It started back when we were young and she befriended a young girl, Karen, who had started to attend public school after many years of being sheltered by her over protective mother. Karen had never been around a lot of boys and had never been allowed to wear anything remotely suggestive. Cindy took her under her wing and really brought her out of her shell. She helped her with everything from a new hairstyle, to new cloths and even with all the questions she had about sex. Karen’s mom began to allow her to spend time away …
Becoming A Whore
The fantasy had been going on for so long. We’d shared all of my fantasies and she knew how much they turned me on. We’d signed up for a couple of matchmaking internet sites and gotten a few replies, but never had acted on them. Last week, we’d gotten a reply from a man that wanted to make me his slave. We’d read it and she made me reply to him. I wasn’t sure that I could go through with any of it, but she made me tell him about my fantasies and then she sent him some of the stories I’d written. When he wrote back again, he told me that I was to meet him at a motel in a nearby city on Saturday. I knew that I couldn’t and wouldn’t go through with it and thought that was the end of it. I didn’t reply, but we did have great sex while we talked about what I would do if I did reply. The next weekend, we decided to go to a concert and arranged for my parents to watch our daughter. We headed to the city to go to the show, but on the way, my wife pulled up in front of a motel and said, “room 105”. “What?”, I asked. “Get inside and go to room 105, that’s where he’s waiting for you.” “What the hell are you talking about?” “Get your ass inside now, you don’t want to be late or who knows what he’ll do.” My mind raced, I didn’t know what to do, but I slowly opened the door and got out of the car and she pulled away, leaving me standing there. Almost in a trance, I walked towards the motel and found myself standing in front of room 105. I knocked and could hear movement inside and then …