Let me start of by saying that do I love my husband, but.... We have been married for 11 years. He was only the second man I ever slept with. The first was in high school. Over the past few years our sex had become infrequent, unsatisfying and boring. My husband, I will call him Bill (not his real name) seems to care more about mowing the lawn than he does about my sexual needs. I tried to spice things up for him. I brought home sexy lingerie and suggested that we watch an adult movie, but while my sex drive has gotten stronger, he has completely lost his, or at least his desire for me. I have gained a few pounds since we first met and my breasts aren't quite as perky as they used to be, but I take good care of myself and make a point to try and look good for ... Read More»

It's about noon already. I'm standing outside with her while she takes a fifteen minute break at her work. It's just us out here, no one else at her job smokes and you can't see the back of the building from the road. She wraps her arms loosely around my shoulders in an embrace and kisses my neck. "So have you missed me this week, Lover?" she asks in a kitten like purr. She pulls back to look in my eyes while running her hands down my shoulders, cupping my breasts in her hands and squeezes them. My body reacts to her touch and I feel myself get damp. "You know I have, Baby." I reply. I gently push her against the brick wall and kiss those full lips before she can get her cigarette out of the pack. I run my tongue over her lips, tasting the vanilla lip balm ... Read More»

When I was eighteen I had a strong desire to eat man creamy dlisious man cum loads as I had been eating mine at least five times everyday as I absolutely loved the hot creamy salty yummy delicious taste and the way it lingered in my mouth for hours as any cum lover knows. There were three adult theaters wher I had my first apartment and after a few visits and sucking off the owners I had a free pass to them. I'd first suck off the owner at the ticket booth and then enter the theater and give blow jobs while seated in the back row for a few hours and be very well creamy cum fed! I especially loved it when a few sexy mature men jerked off into my eager wide open cum loving mouth so I could watch their big fat sexy mature man cocks squirt their big hot creamy ... Read More»

****::::::::****:::::::::**** What to wear? Skyler thought as she pranced around her bedroom eyeing the outfits she had lain out on her bed. After the half an hour debate within her head, she settled on wearing the yellow dress. It was a bright strapless little number that was tight and stretchy up top, and loose and free at the bottom. It stopped mid-thigh, and she topped it off with gold hoops, ankle boots, and her black jacket. She wore loose curls that were pinned to the side, much to her disapproval. "It's bad enough, you wearing that damn biker coat, but if you try to step out of here with that ponytail, I'll drag you back in here by it" she remembered Lacey threatening. She stepped from the bedroom and waited for Lacey's approval. ... Read More»

Roxie lay face down and naked on the bed, feeling Alan's fingers tracing lazily along her spine, curving over the globes of her rather plump bottom and skating gently back to the nape of her neck. This was the first time she had been able to feel so relaxed and uninhibited with her new boyfriend, and that was because, for the first time since she had returned home from university in the summer, her parents were away for the night and there was no fear of them being interrupted. By nature Roxie was a passionate and sometimes vocal lover, and having to remain mute and unenthusiastic for fear of her parents hearing her had put something of a dampener on proceedings until now. She wasn't normally that shy, but somehow the thought of her parents listening to her ... Read More»

Well I first started dressing when I was about 14. One thing that I always noticed is that putting on slutty clothes makes me an absolute whore for cock and cum. Throughout High School I dressed in my alone time but never acted on my slutty urges from fear of being caught by my parents. When I moved to college that all changed though. As soon as I got settled into my private dorm room, I thought it would be nice to spend the evening dressed like a little slut. I decided to wear my schoolgirl outfit that night. So I took a nice hot shower and shaved myself smooth from the neck down. I went back to my room and started to get dressed. First I rolled my white stockings up my legs. The nylon felt great on my smooth skin. Then I put on my mini-skirt which barely covers ... Read More»

Ah, what a life ! I was floating in our pool with the warm golden sun shining down on my naked body. I had a margarita in one hand and a half-smoked fattie in the other - and not a care in the world. I enjoy my life. I'm a Rich Bitch. It was late Wednesday afternoon. Benjamin (my husband) was out of town until after the weekend. If I was lucky, he'd be gone a lot longer than that. Adolfo (the pool boy) had just left, and I was wasted. Every cell - every pore - every molecule in my body was totally worn out, used up and completely satisfied. ) Yeah, what a life Benjamin and I had made for ourselves ! He and I would be celebrating our twenty-fifth wedding anniversary this summer. Pity we wouldn't be doing it together . . . He'd be kickin' back in Miami with a ... Read More»

I had only been home from college for a couple of weeks when I decided to stop by Sandy's to see if she was around. Her mom answered the door wearing her tennis outfit, which showed off her shapely, tan legs. She was a petite woman with a definite tennis player physique and short brown hair. It was obvious where Sandy got her good looks. After telling me that Sandy wasn't home, she commented that she wouldn't have thought it possible, but that she believed my voice had gotten deeper and my shoulders broader since the last time she saw me. I'd been getting comments on my deep voice ever since it had changed in middle school and although I didn't think my shoulders were particularly broad, it wasn't the first time I'd received such a compliment. She asked what I ... Read More»

As I followed her through the museum I couldn’t help but stare at her. She was absolutely gorgeous. She could easily been a part of the museum and no one would think twice. We entered the ‘racy’ section of the museum. There have been several attempts to close it down, calling it pornography, lucidious and other ridiculous views. I admit I am not a huge fan of art. I mean, I like it and all but I don’t drool over stuff. There are displays that make me think about sex and before I know it, I’m horny. It doesn’t help that I’m always following her through there and staring at her hips sway back and forth as she walks. Her sultry voice filling the hallways, as she tells the tourists a little bit about each piece. She works at the museum as a restorer, cleaning off ... Read More»

For years now, a group of my friends and I have been getting together once a month to play "Bunco", a friendly dice game. We are all close to the same age and it is really just an excuse to get together, socialize and have some fun with "the girls." One particular evening proved to be a very pleasurable time for myself and my friend Kelly. We are both married and have been good friends for a long time. Several years ago when our children were much younger, the "Bunco Club" was an excuse to get away from our families for an evening. Each of the Bunco Club members would take turns hosting the monthly gathering and come up with different prizes and other fun activities. Husbands and children of the hostess would disappear for the evening so we could talk about ... Read More»

It was incredibly hot! At least 95 in the shade! Ashley Gordon and her husband of two years were sitting in a grandstand watching a reenactment of a battle between U.S. soldiers and a band of warriors from the Apache tribe. Dressed in full battle regalia the Indians looked more than ferocious as they swung axes and threw spears at the blue suited infantry soldiers. For more than twenty minutes the battle raged on and the audience more than got their money’s worth as the soldiers defended themselves against the horse riding attackers! An announcer on a public address system described the action in vivid detail, which only added to the color and excitement of the event. When the last Apache was finally vanquished and a lone bugler played taps over his fallen ... Read More»

I had been getting text messages and voice mails from Diane and ..MY EX..Veronica..lol..wanting to get together but didn't reply. I had talked to Mandy. She and her roommate were going to a costume party at a friends but the crowd was younger and not for me. She tired to talk me into it but i told her to just get ahold of me later. I was thinking about Christie and had not seen her since the swinger party but i knew she would be with her husband Jeff whatever they were doing so i looked up Michelle's number in my cell phone and gave her a call. Michelle was the girl in the cowgirl outfit i had banged in the bathroom at the swing party the past weekend and she had givne me her number. When i called her she said they were having their own costume party that night ... Read More»

It was a Sunday night sometime around eight thirty and it was dark and already as myself and my fuck buddy Carol walked down a long alleyway between a row of houses on our way back from the garage where we had got some smokes. As we walked along I noticed a woman in a window with the light on, so I pointed it out to Carol and we slowed down to get a better look. The alleyway goes between two rows of back yard and then curves around to the front, there was a chain low fence that we were able to climb over so we were closer. The owners of the house had built a small room on to the back of there house and it then made it in to a bedroom for what looked like there daughter. As myself and Carol creep ed up on the window, giggling and having a laugh a young man ... Read More»

I'm from a small Midwestern town. One of those towns out of a Norman Rockwell print. I loved growing up in a small town where everyone knew each other, the friendly people, freshly cut lawns, and the loudest thing in the summer was a barking dog. My family lived in an upper middle-class neighborhood on the outskirts. We were one of four Indian families in the town. I was raised to be responsible, successful, and self-reliant, like most Indian men are taught to be since childhood. I aced all my exams, was captain of the soccer team, and I got into MIT for engineering. My family was incredibly proud of me. My family name was honored by my achievements. There was one girl in my high school with whom I was in love with since grade school. Her name was Casey. ... Read More»

A few years ago I was sent out to Thailand for a week by my boss to do some checks on our operations at Laem Chabang in Thailand, about 10km north of Pattaya. Our expat manager, Dave, lived locally and instead of having to stay in a hotel he offered me a bed in his bungalow. He lived on a small gated development of about 10 homes, all occupied by expat Brits. The second night was Saturday, Sunday was a rest day so the guys decided to hold a dinner party, and Dave's place was the venue. In the late afternoon a very pretty Thai girl appeared, Dave introduced her to me as his girl friend Aum. As Dave prepared the dining table Aum worked in the kitchen preparing the food. At party time the guys started to arrive, each one had an attractive Thai in tow, so I was ... Read More»