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 …
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 …
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 …
Dawn`s ultimate fantasy 1
Dawn`s ultimate fantasy 1 Let`s have a quick refresher about Dawn first; she`s a pretty little thing, just 5 ft 5” tall, Married, has Husband, An occasional Lover and a Master, who Every week calls her to his lair uses her as he wishes then sends her home next day well fucked. She then sends her adventures as a note to me her Scribe who in turn writes them up as a story for her and dotes on her every word/ Meanwhile the hubby Andy (a devoted cuckold) is sat at home with his kit in a chastity cage, awaiting her return his only knowledge of what has happened is the story by the scribe on the stories return. The master is known to send for her to ride by bus to his place in just a coat, collar and high heels for humiliation purposes it was this was to lead to her undoing and it happened like this; One Thursday afternoon at tea break at her work, she sat chatting when a message from her master arrived it simply said “8 40 pm Saturday, Mine dressed just the coat collar and heels Next the jewel will be the word slut. She smiled, understanding completely. She sent OK There was no further communication she knew if she couldn’t do as commanded she could send the single word, “unavailable” and he would except that she was pre-booked for a f****y thing, or it was her week , or she was unwell, she knew though she would then suffer next time he sent for her. She continued work as though being called across 12 miles of Oxfordshire on a cold February night dressed in a ¾ length fur coat …
The Swing Series 7
Here goes with Part VII of the series. Hope everyone is enjoying these, it takes a lot of work to write one of these stories. The stories bring back many a great memory of times gone by. Sue and I are having a good time reliving and/or dreaming up these stories. Sue's birthday was approaching. We were sitting around watching TV one night and I asked her what she would like to do for her 39th birthday. She said she would like very much to turn 30! I asked her if there was maybe something else that I could realistically help her with. Sue really surprised me with her answer. She told me that she had a fantasy about going out to a bar and picking up some guy, or maybe two guys, and letting them fuck her. She said that she wanted to dress up like a very sexy slut, tease some men and pick out one or two to get laid by. Our rule had always been that we never have sexual relations with anyone unless we are both there. I mentioned my concerns for her safety without me there. Sue said she already had that figured out. Sue explained that we would drive separately to a popular Country & Western bar in a nearby city. I was to enter the bar about two hours or so before she arrived. I was to hang around, play some pool and try to find a single guy that I thought Sue would like to fuck. I was pretty good at pool and never had any trouble striking up a conversation with total strangers while shooting pool. Sue had a good idea going here. I knew that within two hours of drinking beer and …