Last summer my wife and I went on a vacation to the south of France in a camper. The area around our parking space was large so we were secluded and had some privacy. My wife is a handsome German blonde beauty with a firm body, great breasts and long legs. Sexually she’s a slow starter but when she’s hot there is no stopping her.

I myself after my back surgery am not able to do all the wild stuff that she likes. Read the rest

I never thought I was interested in guys until four years ago.  I made to Varsity soccer team when I was a freshman at IU.  We had just won our last game, which put us in the regional  Finals.  We were thrilled, to say the least. As we got into the locker room, we all started to strip heading for the showers..

We were all sweaty from the exertion and excitement of the game, so we all craved a cold shower.  I got to my locker and Todd.  He was one of the hottest jocks on the college freshman team was standing before me in nothing but his jockstrap. His round ass cheeks were slightly separated as he was bending down to get a towel from his locker. Short black curls of hair poked from between his ass cheeks. Read the rest

My man and I are very freaky.  I asked him one day a story about a fantasy that may never happen.  He preceded to tell me a story with his bestfriend and his girlfriend and all of us in a foursome.  The story and the thought turned us on a lot.  I wrote them and asked if they would be interested and they said yes.  None of us knew how it would happen.

They called us and told us that they would be coming by to visit us and we looked at it as the perfect opportunity.  It was nothing that we could really plan but just hope one thing leads to the next and we get it on.  We were excited to see them when they got there.  The girlfriend looked real good, she has caramel complected skin a nice ass and a nice figure.  She wore some tight stuff and it would turn me on.  We were long time friends, so we had to do some catching up first….. Read the rest

SPANK! SPANK! The words appeared on the instant message that I sent her,and I could tell from the response that she wanted more. So we had agreed to meet when I was expected to be in her hometown, and I told her not to be late, and to present herself to me naked.

I waited patiently for her arrival at the Four Seasons Hotel, but she was late. I remembered what we had chatted about on the Internet, and looked at the adult toys I had brought with me on the trip. Read the rest

Every woman wants to have romance, every woman wants to feel sexy and wanted, but not all women feel that way. Whether it be just low confidence or either just because after all the daily chores with taking care of kids, cleaning, and working. By the end of the day most house wives don’t feel attracted. But who could blame them? After the long hard work of being a stay at home mother and wife it must be difficult. This story is just about that!

Emily was a young woman when she got married, she was only 21 and her husband Mick was only 22. She fell deeply in love with her husband. After all Mick was the first man to treat Emily with respect, kindness, and love. Time went on and as all couples everyone has their problems, but the love was always there. As time went by Emily didn’t feel romance like she did before, and not that Mick was helping any. Emily told him how she felt, but he never seemed to try to make it better. Emily received a call one day, but it was someone with the wrong number. The strange man that called seemed interested in having a conversation with Emily. She resisted of course because she didn’t know this man. As the day went on that phone call was on her mind and she had no idea why. The sound of the mans voice just made her wonder. Later on she found the number on the caller ID and attempted to call him back. Maybe she wanted to call because she was lonely although she was married, she was desperate for attention, but either way it made her feel good. Something she hadn’t felt in a long time. As she dials the number she is overwhelmed with excitement, fear, and confusing! She doesn’t even know who she should ask for. So when she hears the same mans voice she just quietly says hello. Read the rest

The girl with the long dark hair lost again. Slowly, tantalizingly, she pulled her t-shirt over her head, revealing that she was wearing nothing whatsoever underneath. Her small firm breasts were the same golden color as the rest of her skin, with the aureole a darker chocolate brown. All that she had left now was a pair of small, white cotton panties.

While he looked admiringly at the breasts just revealed, caressing their curves with his eyes, the black girl to his right shuffled the cards for the next round of their game. So far, it was just plain strip poker, but the girls, when they persuaded him to join them, had promised him some interesting variations later… Read the rest

I hadn’t heard from my college buddy Gary in over 7 years, so it was a real surprise when he called me out of the blue, and asked if I would meet him at the beach that evening. Gary was a handsome blond guy with a substantial cock, with heavy low hanging balls. I would think of him often in my college days when I beat off. 

We had never had sex, and I never saw him nude, but had seen the outline of his meat, and just knew it was thick, and uncut. Real man meat. I agreed to meet him in the parking lot. He was short with me on the phone, and as I was driving over to meet him, I had misgivings. But, I decided to take the chance, and am I glad I did! Read the rest

Bryson and I had been room-mates since our undergrad days. It started off as a random assignment in the dorm lottery, but it worked so well that when it came time to move off-campus, it made sense to lease a house together. We had been lab partners in lower division studies, research partners in graduate work, and now having both been recruited by the same biotech start-up, we found ourselves sharing a lab once again. Over the course of several years, Bryson and I became good friends, almost like brothers. Kinda hard not to when you spend almost every conscious moment together.

So it was probably normal to wonder what would change when Alley joined the research project.

She came on-line about 3 months ago. Since I had poured so much personal time and effort into this project, it would not have been unusual for me to be skeptical about her - or anyone’s - ability to meaningfully contribute. Bryson later said he felt the same, almost even feeling territorial about the work we had done. But to be honest, her research abilities never crossed my mind when the administrator introduced her… the badge on her lab coat may have said ‘Dr.’, but the way she filled it out was shouting ‘woman’. And I was listening. Alley set aside my professional concerns pretty quickly. Read the rest

I was in a pretty pickle.  Until a few weeks before this began, I’d been a carefree, though overworked manager at a Dot-com start up.  I had a salary I didn’t have time to spend and girlfriend wannabes falling all over me.  My downfall, if that’s what it was, began after I bought a house only to realize I didn’t have time to take care of it.  The solution was obvious: hire a housekeeper; I had the money.  Jen was so pretty, I didn’t even ask if she could cook. (She could!)  Before I knew it, she was in my bed every night, fucking me as I’d never been fucked before.  I did not understand how, but suddenly, my life revolved around Jen.

Today, however, for the first time since Jen had come to work (ha!) for me, I was on my own.  After a really hot night making me insanely horny by letting me eat her for hours and then pleading with me while giving me a hand job, Jen got me to pay her ticket back to Central America where her little sister was having another baby.  Coming out of the supermarket with  coffee, beer, chips and bean dip (the four essential food groups, right?), I heard a horn. Read the rest

I am a student.  The semester ended about two weeks ago, and, as every year, on the last day there is the annual diner-and-dance night.

That was where I met Fae.  She was 18.  She’d just arrived three weeks before.  As a courtesy, I offered to take her around and lend her any needed assistance.

Last Friday night she called me and gave the excuse that she couldn’t make it back to her place because it was too far away (a good 45 minutes’ drive), and asked if she could stay over my place.  I readily agreed, and about ten minutes later she arrived.  She said she was hungry so we drove out to a nearby take- away place and grabbed a couple of hamburgers We got back to my room and ate while watching telly, but since there was nothing much on, we switched it off and talked, making some tentative plans to visit some attractions.

At about ten, Fae said she needed to change, and I decided to bust out some cognac.  When she came out of the bathroom, all she was wearing was an oversized polo shirt with the top three buttons undone and the bottom of the shirt hanging just two inches below her crotch.  I instantly came to life as she shut the door behind her, and I thought I would rip right through my shorts as she bent over to put her clothes away, giving me a fantastic view of her small, firm ass. Read the rest

It had been a great day. Warm, dry and the traffic had been light. I had been riding for some seven hours now, but wasn’t yet tired. The sun had just started to draw the evening curtains, and there was a faint hint of rain on the cooling twilight air. I was cruising along a quiet back road in Sussex on my BMW K100.

 I have been riding bikes since I was 16, that’s 24 years now. I have always liked biking, and will do it for as long as I can. I’m not a flash rider. My bike is silver and standard; and I wear jeans and a black leather jacket. I like wearing jeans, they are comfortable and offer a little more protection than trousers. 

 I was doing about 50 when I saw across the hedge a Day-Glow lemon top and black trousers. Quick check, no speed O.K. as I’m outside the limit, still be careful! After rounding a couple of bends the road straightened out and I could see the figure some way ahead. I was wrong; it wasn’t the law, just some youngster in a fluorescent top and black tracksuit trousers. He was hitching as far as I could tell from this distance, but I don’t pick up hitchhikers. Still I was in a good mood as the day had been good; and he was miles from anywhere on a road with little traffic and he couldn’t cause me much trouble on the back really. I slowed down and pulled up alongside him. Read the rest

Carrie kissed her husband Rob goodbye and stood at the door as he left to go to work like she did every morning.  She waved cheerfully to him as he pulled out of the drive of their spacious home, the sleeve of her robe slipping down her arm as she waved.  Closing the door she went to the window and peeked through the curtains for a few minutes to be sure he was gone.

 Rob was a hard working mechanic that did everything he could to make sure his beautiful young wife had no wants for anything.  The house had been bought from the inheritance he had received after his father’s death.  He had wanted to invest, but Carrie wanted a large home so he sank the entire thing into the purchase of their home.

 The property taxes and other expenses had forced them to make alterations in their life style.  Carrie had said that it took her full time to maintain their new home so she was unable to work.  Thus Rob had taken on a second job at a parts house to make ends meet. But even this didn’t do the trick and they had struck on the idea of taking in a renter.  So far it had worked out well enough.  The extra money was enough to keep the wolf from the door and they had the added security of knowing that there was someone home to provide added protection for Carrie when Rob was working late. 

 Carrie let the curtain fall and turned to run up the stairs, letting her robe fall to the floor as she giggled, climbing the stairs.

 She was a petite little thing who looked younger than her 26 years with long blonde hair that reached her shoulders. Her hair bobbed as she took the stairs. Her 36D tits bounced as she made her way up  as she did every morning.  It was playtime! Read the rest

My husband, I will call him Arnold (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 Arnold.

Guys flirt with me at work and I have actually had a few serious offers to fool around. But I have seen office affairs almost always result in disaster. I admit that I’ve thought about fooling around with someone I work with, but I know that it is a really bad idea. Read the rest

I was surprised to get a reply from the ad I placed on the net looking for a women who wanted to fuck in front of her husband. I had requested a woman aged from 35 to 50, over weight and not uncomfortable with it.

The reply was short requesting a meet in a hotel in London, I had said when I would be visiting London etc. and the meet was arranged.

When I walked into the hotel bar I saw her straight away sitting at the bar, she was dressed as she said she would be in a knee length skirt, white blouse with her hair down and lots of make up. She was as requested over weight and about 50-ish, with what looked like an enormous pair of tits and a ass that hung over the bar stool on both sides. Read the rest

The door was ajar maybe two inches, just enough to see the bed. On the bed laying, on her back was an angel of beauty. The dark blue silk scarf, tied around her eyes. Arms, extended, as if to say “I am yours, please pleasure me.”

I slowly walked to the side of the bed. As I gazed at the beauty of this lady, the wanton desires of passion, raced to my head, of the many ways I wanted to give her never before heights of pleasure. With trembling fingers, I had to touch this lady of beauty. I bent forward. Her aroma was of desire… I placed my finger to her soft lips, tracing, tasting, and absorbing the feel of soft skin, with my finger. Her lips parted, the tip of her tongue, touched my finger, as soft as the flight of a butterfly.  Read the rest