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With one exception, I've been a failure in life. A below average student, not athletic, no special talents, not much to look at, and barely able to hold a job as a salesman. All my life I've been called an underachiever. My one achievement has been landing my wife, Marie, a truly gorgeous woman. Marie has a face and body men dream about. She has deep, brown eyes and chestnut hair, a naturally lightly tanned complexion, and a full, buxom figure of the hourglass type--a small waist but ample hips and round, inviting breasts and ass. Her feminine beauty is matched by her warmth and an animal magnetism that she exudes. Men have always been drawn to her, and watching men admire and desire her has been my greatest source of pride. Needless to say, I worship the ground she walks on.

My boss, Karl, is a crude, loud, arrogant bully. I admit that he is an effective salesman, part of his natural aggression and self-confidence, but I can't stand him. He is also very intimidating, and I have always been especially timid in his presence.

I had the fewest sales of anyone in the company, and simply wasn't pulling my weight. I was on probation and on the verge of losing my job. In a last-ditch bid to keep my job, I thought I might invite Karl over for dinner at my apartment. The only reason I thought he might accept the invitation was because I had noticed him eyeing my wife once at a company party. I worked up my courage to invite him, and, to my great relief, he did, in fact, accept.

Marie has many fine qualities, as I've already indicated, but cooking and cleaning are not among them. On the day of the dinner, I left work early to buy wine and groceries, clean the house, and cook a nice dinner. Marie could see that I was very nervous. In the hour before Karl's arrival, I asked Marie if she was going to change her clothes. She looked surprised. She was wearing her usual, somewhat conservative clothing. "What's wrong with this?" she said. I told her that I would really like it if she could wear something just a little bit sexy.

I nervously told her that I thought Karl was about to fire me, and that my only hope was this dinner, and the thought that somehow Marie would be able to persuade him to let me keep my job.

"If you think I can help, Howie, then of course I'll do whatever I can," Marie said.

We went upstairs, and I helped her pick out a tight-fitting, button down knit sweater. Although she only owned one really short shirt at the time, I asked her to put that one on. Marie also generally wore little make up, her natural beauty really needs no enhancing, but I asked her to put on lipstick and eye shadow for the occasion. She could tell that I really wanted her to make an impression on Karl.

As the doorbell rang, I took one last look at Marie, and took one little action that probably changed the rest of my life. I reached up, and unbuttoned two more buttons on her sweater, which revealed her deep, rich cleavage. I gave her a kiss before opening the door and greeting Karl.

Karl hardly glanced at me. His eyes lit up at the sight of Marie, and, crude person that he is, he stared openly and lustfully at Marie's breasts. Although Karl disgusted me, I also couldn't help but feel immense pride in Marie. As I mentioned, I have always enjoyed watching other men admire Marie's beauty; it makes me feel lucky at least in one--I would say the most important--part of my life.

Dinner went well. I am not much of a conversationalist, especially with Karl. But Marie kept up a conversation, and I ran back and forth to the kitchen, bringing dishes back and forth, fetching wine and refilling their glasses. Karl spent most of dinner ogling Marie's breasts. At least he seemed to be enjoying himself. And she did too.

After dinner, Marie invited Karl to join her on the sofa. I went to get another bottle of wine. When I came back, I could see that Marie's short skirt was hiked up very high on her thighs. Karl was playing with Marie's fingers, telling her she should really wear nail polish.

They kept chattering on. I sat in a chair, sipped my wine, and watched. Their conversation turned to me, as though I wasn't even there. Karl told Marie what a bad salesman I was and told some admittedly amusing stories about my various failures that got Marie laughing. He told her, "I was just about to fire the little wimp, and I think I still will."

Marie rose to the challenge. "What if we invited you to dinner same time next week? You wouldn't fire Howie for the next week, would you?" As she asked the question, she leaned toward Karl, and her breasts almost spilled out of her sweater entirely.

"Just to see them juggs again would be worth keeping the little wimp another week," he said. So, without even a glance to me, Marie invited Karl to dinner the following week.

As he left, Marie stood at the doorway, telling him what a fun evening it was. She gave him a hug, and I thought he held it a bit longer than proper, but then he left.

I fretted all the next week. Prior to the next dinner, I took Marie out to shop for nail polish. We couldn't afford a proper manicure, so I told her I would learn how to be her manicurist. So I studied up on manicure. I started by practicing on her toes, giving her a pedicure. I found that I particularly enjoyed preparing her feet, especially kneeling before her and pampering them. I worked on her fingernails as well, and by week's end, I had learned a new skill that I very much enjoyed.

I also worried about what Marie should wear for the next big night. After many tries, we settled finally on a silky, cream-colored translucent button-down blouse. Under it, we chose a low cut, creamy, front-clasping bra that pushed up her breasts a bit. Again, I was in charge of buttoning the blouse, and saw to it that it revealed plenty of cleavage. I chose a longer, wrap-around skirt that tends to fall and split very high up on Marie's thigh whenever she sits down and crosses her legs.

The dinner was pretty much a repeat of the week before. I was amazed at what a good actress Marie was. She was absolutely convincing in pretending that she was entranced by Karl. She laughed at his jokes, hung on every word, her eyes twinkled at everything he said, and she took every opportunity to brush against him or touch him.

At one point, Karl asked Marie what she saw in me. She commented on my "sweetness," and my devotion, how I would "do anything for her." Karl, laughed. "You're shittin' me." He said. Marie insisted that I would do anything she asked because I worshipped her. She was right of course, but I wish she hadn't said it.

Karl wanted a demonstration. So Marie said to me, "Come here Baby Doll." No one before had ever heard Marie's secret pet name for me, I was surprised and embarrassed that Marie had used her pet name for me in front of my boss. Karl guffawed. I blushed and came toward Marie. "On your knees, Baby Doll, come to Mama." I was mortified, now she had said not only her pet name for me, but her most intimate pet name for herself when we are making love. Probably remembering all the care I had taken during the week in pampering her feet, Marie said, "Mama's feet are tired and dirty. Take off my shoes and lick my toes
clean and massage my tired feet." With Karl roaring with laughter and thinking this was the funniest thing he ever saw, I began licking and massaging Marie's feet as she sat there at the table.

After it no longer seemed to amuse them anymore, Marie told me to stop. She told me to serve the next course, and the dinner continued.

As they became more animated, I became more and more withdrawn and quiet. That didn't seem to bother them any. They pretty much ignored me, except to ask me for more food or wine. They again wound up on the couch and, indeed, Marie's skirt fell away, and she made no effort whatsoever to cover herself, allowing it nearly to reach her crotch. In fact, I suspect that Karl--who made no secret of looking--caught at least a glimpse of her panties. He admired the nail polish, holding her hands, and playing with her fingers all the while. He said he liked redder nail polish, and that with her coloring, she should wear red lipstick too. Ugh, I thought to myself, Karl the cosmetologist/fashion consultant.

Again, Karl told Marie how badly I was doing at work, how worthless I was, and how he really needed to fire me, and, again, Marie got him to hold off for another week by inviting him to dinner again.

So started our own little 1001 Nights. The only thing that kept me from being fired, was my wife's promise to continue her seductive dinners.

Life at work was miserable. Karl would make crude comments about Marie's body and lost no opportunity to belittle me, even in front of my co-workers. He even started calling me Doll Baby in sales meetings, not even getting the name right. He would say, "Doll Baby, go get me a pack of cigarettes." And I would go get them for him.

With each dinner, Marie became successively more sexy in her dress and make up, and each week the goodnight hug became a bit longer. I was amazed at Marie's willingness to play up to Karl given what a horrible lout he is.

Even on our limited budget, we devoted what money we had to buy provocative blouses and sexy bras that accentuated the fullness of her breasts and the depth of her cleavage, and skirts that would be sure to show plenty of creamy thigh.

One dinner, Karl returned to the question of what Marie could possibly see in me. He said, "He's such a loser. He's a total failure, he's not good looking, he has no sense of humor. Does he have a really big dick, or what?" Marie laughed and told him that no, on the contrary, I had a very small penis. She said that because I would do anything to please her and had so little ego, I would lick her anywhere she liked, and that she particularly liked that when I was pleasuring her down below with my tongue, I would lick her both fore and aft, something that none of her previous lovers would do. Karl thought that particularly hilarious.

Again, I was embarrassed that Marie was so open with our little marital secrets.

After that revelation, at work, he would make remarks about me being an "ass kisser" and a "brown noser" and other tasteless comments relating to my oral fixation on my wife's bottom. He also discovered that Marie gives me the honor of buying her panties and picking out which pair for her to wear each day. Karl made it a point every day at work to ask me to describe what panties Marie was wearing that day. Although it was humiliating to answer, I couldn't resist describing them in great detail, and found myself getting an erection every time I described the panties she was wearing back home as we spoke.

Another evening, Karl let it be known that he liked the idea of garter belts and stockings, so later that week we went out and added them to Marie's wardrobe. We got a whole ensemble, a sexy black bra, and a tight V-necked plunge blouse that was so small it left much of her waist exposed, and a very small black mini-skirt with a slit on one thigh. Underneath was a black garter belt, string-bikini, stockings set, topped off with a pair of high stiletto heels. It made Marie look like the classic French prostitute.

After dinner that night, I sat in my chair watching them sitting on the sofa when Marie's allowed her skirt to hike up so Karl could see where the stockings attach to the garters. Although I had watched his hands casually touch Marie's legs before, this time he said he wanted to feel if they were the silky kind. So Marie slid over and put her legs across his lap, and he began stroking her legs. He got his hands up to the tops of the stockings and even touched her bare thigh "to compare" the silkiness of the skin and the stockings. That was bad enough, but then Marie encouraged him to compare how much softer the inside of her thigh is than the outside. I couldn't believe the sacrifice she was making for me. When he tried to move his hand up to feel her panties--we had picked out a matching black string bikini, though I had no idea Karl would ever discover it--she finally brushed him away.

That night, when Marie bid Karl goodnight at the front door, the hug became much longer. I stood some distance away, but I could see them. They were kissing. It wasn't a good-night peck. Their mouths were open, and they were devouring each other. I was petrified. Should I break it up to protect Marie? If I did, would I lose my job? I just stayed watching. After about five minutes of kissing, Karl's hands really started working on Marie's derriere. Soon the skirt was hiked up over her ass, and he was kneading her bottom through the string bikini. Marie was putting on a good act. She was moving into Karl, not away, as would be anyone's natural reaction. She actually seemed to be grinding her body against him. They continued groping and fumbling in the doorway for some time. And I quietly watched, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible.

When Karl finally left, Marie walked back into the living room. Her hair was mussed up, her lipstick smeared, her skirt was hiked up high on her hips, and she walked unsteadily in her high heels--she looked incredibly sexy. As she came close to me, I saw a hickey on her neck, and a big wet, spunk spot on her blouse. I immediately started apologizing to her for putting her through this humiliating experience. I fell to my knees in front of her and hugged her. In doing so, I wiped my face on Karl's spunk. I guess it
was a way of sharing the humiliation. We didn't even get to our bedroom. I began nuzzling between her legs, and unsteady on her feet as she was, we both fell back on the sofa, where Karl and Marie had just been sitting. I continued rubbing my face between her legs, mixing her sweat and moisture with Karl's cum and my tears and saliva. Marie had a shuddering orgasm, and pulled me up to finish making love to her. We fell asleep right there on the sofa in each other's arms.

One night that week when we were already in bed, the phone rang. It was Karl. He wanted to talk with Marie. As I lay next to her in bed, I listened to their conversation. Marie kept telling him how she was fantasizing about him all the time, imagining his big tongue filling her mouth and wanting his big cock there too. He apparently was trying to get her to come out to a motel or something, but she kept refusing, saying that they were both married and couldn't be seen to go out together. She said he was welcome in our house as a guest, but she reminded him that she was entertaining him because he was my boss, and she wanted to keep him happy. Then it sounded like he was asking her for sex. "I'd really like that too, Karl," she said, "but think about poor Howie."

There was a long pause, as Karl talked on the other end. "I told you before, Karl, that Howie will do whatever I say." Another pause.

"Howie, crawl between my legs, I need to cover your ears," she said. I did as I was told and started lapping between her legs. I heard her say, "Fill me up, Karl, I want you, big and hard." Then, she pressed her thighs against my head, so I couldn't hear much, but as she orgasmed, she loosened her grip, and I heard her still talking into the phone, "Oh, Yes, Karl, yes, do me."

It looked like the next dinner was going to be a real date. Marie made Karl promise to bring her a present, and said if they were going to start really having sex, she wanted a present from him each time, as well as a $100 bonus for me in my next pay envelope. Karl seemed to agree, and they hung up.

I thanked Marie for being so self sacrificing for me and for being so dedicated to our marriage, and I apologized for putting her in a position where she had to pretend to find Karl attractive and now that she would actually let him possess her sexually and have him pay money for it, as though she were a...., I couldn't even say the word to complete the sentence. I told her it was the greatest proof of her love for me.

Karl continued to be unbearable at work. One day, in the meeting of a sales meeting, he said, "Hey, Doll Baby run down and get me a candy bar." I went to the vending machine and got him something in a colorful wrapping. When I came back, he said, "What kinda fag candy is that? Get me a real candy bar." So I went back and got him another. All the other sales associates watched me kowtow to him, and I again felt absolutely humiliated.

In preparation for the next dinner, I again applied nail polish to Marie, this time a hot pink color, and helped her with her hair and make up (which seemed to be applied heavier and darker with each visit). I also helped her pick out her wardrobe. That night, we picked a pair of tight little pink spandex short-shorts cut high on her bottom and low on her waist. They hugged her crotch area, outlining everything, and making it clear that there was nothing underneath. Before dinner, I helped trim and shave her pubic area, because the shorts were more revealing than most bikini bottoms.

For the top, instead of the usual cleavage-revealing shirt or blouse, we chose a loose halter top that tied at the nape of the neck and across the back. With no bra underneath, Marie's breasts were left to swing and sway with the slightest movement. Her nipples poked at the thin cotton material.

Karl did indeed bring Marie a present, a tasteless negligee, the kind sold in adult book stores. To my surprise, Marie bought Karl a present as well. It was a pair of slippers. She had Karl sit on the sofa as she knelt in front of him, took off his shoes, and slipped his feet into the slippers. Then, Marie jumped in his lap, and they started kissing and fooling around. I went back into the kitchen to make final preparations for dinner. When I called them in for dinner, they came with much giggling. The ties to Marie's halter top
were undone, and she asked me to help re-tie them.

By now, I had lost my spot at the dinner table. Karl had complained that it was a drag seeing my scowling and glum face while he ate. At Marie's suggestion, I had prepared the table for two with candles to give it a more romantic feel. Marie had also put some thought into my wardrobe. She had me dress like a waiter, black slacks and white shirt. I spent most of the dinner in the kitchen.

When not preparing the food, I sat listening to them by the doorway, and waiting for them to call me to serve them.

After dinner, as Karl and Marie walked into the living room, his hand was squeezing her ass. I have to admit that her bottom never looked lovelier than in those tight, spandex short shorts, and it was understandable that anyone would want to grab her ass, especially the bottom third, that delicious round part where ass meets leg, that was exposed by the pants riding up her buns.

Marie pretended that she was enjoying Karl's dirty paws all over her. Again, I was amazed by her devotion to me to allow him to act that way for my sake. As I cleared the table, I saw them making out on the couch. Marie was sort of on top of Karl, kissing him and running her fingers through his hair. Karl's hands were planted on Marie's ass, which was pointed ever so fetchingly in my direction. I watched as he kept slipping his fingers inside her pants. As he worked his hands, her shorts covered less and less of
her bottom.

Her bottom was so beautiful, I couldn't help but be mesmerized and aroused, despite my jealousy. I would have loved to have sucked on her bottom right then and there, but knew that I couldn't because Karl wouldn't like it.

Marie called me over. "Baby Doll, we're getting uncomfortable on the sofa. Will you be a good little baby doll and put fresh sheets on our bed, and light some candles in the bedroom for Karl and me?"

I prepared a nice little love nest for Marie and Karl. We had some scented candles, and I found our softest sheets. Finally, I put some soft, romantic music on the CD-player, a touch Marie hadn't even asked for. I was looking forward in a perverse way to kneeling at the foot of the bed and watching my beautiful wife having sex with my horrible brute of a boss.

But the evening didn't go according to my plans. When I returned to the living room, to tell Karl and Marie that our bedroom was ready, Karl looked at me like I had just interrupted them, and as though I had no business being in my own apartment.

Karl told me he wanted an after dinner cognac and cigar to go with his new slippers. He handed me some money and told me to get lost. I wanted to stay. I thought it my rightful place as Marie's husband to stay a the foot of my marriage bed and watch my beauty being ravished by the beast, but orders are orders, and, grudgingly, I had to leave.

"Oh, and Baby Doll," Marie added, "when you get back, I want you to shine Karl's shoes. They're all scuffed up, and we can't have our big boss man walking around with scuffed up shoes. I want you to be a good shoe shine boy make them all nice and shiney."

When I came back from the liquor store, Marie and Karl were in our bedroom. The door was closed, and Karl's shoes were sitting outside the door, waiting for me to shine them. Also, on the sofa, were Marie's pink spandex shorts and halter top. Karl must have stripped her naked before they even got into the bedroom. As I often do when I am alone with Marie's dirty clothes, which she usually leaves lying around the house for me to pick up and wash, I rubbed my face in the still moist crotch of her shorts, inhaled
the aroma, and played with myself a little bit.

But then I realized I needed to get to work. I had a job to do. I got out the shoe brush, polish, and buffers, and sat on the floor outside my bedroom door and began shining Karl's shoes. While doing that, I listened intently to every rustle, giggle, and moan emanating from my bedroom. The worst part was hearing Marie exclaim, "Oh Karl, fuck me good. Oh, God, you fuck so good. Yes, yes, fill my pussy, Oh God, your cock feels so good. Yes. Harder. You're so hard. God, YES."

I recognized her voice, so I knew it was her. But I had definitely never heard anything of the sort from her in or out of the bedroom. I had never heard a bad word out of her mouth before, and yet this stream of profanity issued from her pure and beautiful lips.

After too long a wait, the door opened and Karl came out. He bent to inspect the shoes. "Not too bad," he said, "maybe we'll find a use for you yet." He sat on one of our chairs and said, "Come here, Baby Doll. Take off my slippers and put my shoes back on me." Shaking with hatred and fear, I knelt in front of Karl and put his shoes on him. He looked at the cognac and cigar I had laid out for him. "Save 'em for next week," he said, "I gotta get home and give my wife a good fucking too." He got up and left without
another word.

I crept into the darkened bedroom with the candles still flickering and soft music playing. "Do you love him more than me?" I whispered, my voice cracking.

"Oh, baby doll, you know Mama wuvs her widdle biddie baby," Marie said in the baby talk voice she knows that just melts me.

"Come to Mama. Come and kiss Mama where Big Bad Boss Man made me all sore with his big bad penis." I crawled up onto the bed. "Mama wuvs her widdle biddy baby doll," she said again. "Bad Bossy Mahn made Mama all wet and huuuhrting and duhrrty."

I snuggled between her legs, and started lapping and cleaning her inner thighs and the whole jismy and slick area in between.

"That's a baby," she purred. "Mama's pussy wussy all sore fwom big bad man."

I brought Marie to a slowly building, warm and glowing orgasm with my tongue. In the process, I was intent on sucking and licking away every trace of Karl. After her orgasm, she pulled me up. "Let Mama feel baby's widdle peenie inside me." I wiggled inside her inviting wetness and warmth. "Ooooh, baby's widdle biddie peenie feels so nice and comfy womfy. Not like that big bad boss man who hurt Mama with his BIG, HARD, COCK."

Her voice completely changed tone on the last three words, and as she gasped with what seemed to be the memory of Karl's penis pounding inside her, I came with a little squirt, not having been inside her more than 10 seconds.

As I lay in bed cuddled in the inside spoon position next to Marie in the dark I realized that in one way Karl was a better lover than me, and that on one level he satisfied Marie in a way that I couldn't. I felt bad about that, inferior as usual. But I also realized that Marie's love for me was genuine, and that she found sex with me satisfying in a way that I knew Karl was incapable of serving her. I became resigned at that moment to the idea that having us both was not only a career saver for me, but probably best for Marie as well.

Karl continues to come for his weekly dinners. He continues to humiliate me at work and at home. I could quit my job and find another that probably would be no worse. But I stay there despite the harassment. I recognize that I like being a wimp and a cuckold. Karl is disgusting and doesn't really matter. What matters is Marie. My life revolves around her. What I love the most is knowing the power that she has over me. Karl may think he's in control. But I know better. Marie is the one in the middle who controls everything. I still, and always will, worship the ground she walks on.

Proudly signed,

Willing Wimp.

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Hi Friends,I m Ravi, i finished my engg.Now i m in chennai.1st time i m writing my experiance…i have 7inch cock.Its my 1st exp wit my own aunty. My aunty is one of the very very sexy lady in world, her name is Anu.(sorry friends,i changed her name). Which encouraged me to have sex with Anu.her boobs like water-melone , and i want suck it. Basically she is from small village and she is also a good friend For me.Her body and eyes are very admirable one.she has great Boobs 34D, 28 waist and 38...

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Sex On Dark Nights

My Name is Alok. I am 22 years old. This is the story of my engineering days. I am from Delhi but I did my engineering from Bangalore. One of my uncles is living in Bangalore. So I did not take hostel or any accommodation in Bangalore, instead, I stayed at their place. I have one elder brother, Ankit and my parents in my family whereas in my Uncle’s family there is Uncle, Aunty and their 2 children Sanchit and Isha. Sanchit was doing his graduation from Delhi University, hence he was staying at...

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Southern Nights Hot Nights

Southern Nights, Hot NightsI learned only when I moved there for a teaching assignment at one of the local community colleges why it’s called the deep south, rather than just the south. Thanks to the summer humidity, the further in you go, the more it feels like you’re underwater. When Teri and I found a rental house, it had shade trees and big windows to capture the breeze, but no central air. The nearest Walmart was forty miles away, and completely sold out.Nights in the town of Picsquita...

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Steve stays a few nights

Introduction: Mature wifes simmering lust Steve stays a few nights I have to admit that Steve was a very hot 26yr old guy, and even though he was the partner of my friend and they had a new baby together, I was still very physically attracted to him. So when he asked to stay with us for a few nights because our house was closer to a job he was doing, I got very excited. He has beautiful blue eyes, tall and very deep tan from being outside so often. We often flirted with each other but nothing...

3 years ago
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Girl Nights

Dear Reader, Allow me to apologize in advance for using "pantyhose" as a plot device for this one. As you well know, "pantyhose" are evidence that Evil exists. Yet, they work well at two points in this story, so I have shamelessly employed them. Perhaps the Task Force will rate this story XXX-P (for "pantyhose") so sensitive readers can avert their eyes. Girl Nights by Gingerfred Man Chapter One ? Marriage If you're married, or ever have been married, what I'm about to...

2 years ago
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Endless Nights

We met you after nights and nights of talking over the phone about each other. You like us and we liked you. You thought it would be nice to feel a woman’s touch spiced up by a man’s cock driving you wild, and wild is what you knew it was going to be. Oh yes, wilder than you could ever image was the truth you didn’t know at the time, but will never forget. We arrive at the dark and cozy restaurant where we were waiting for you at the bar. From behind us you approach and looked all around the...

3 years ago
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The Greatest Lie Part 4 Those Happy College Nights

This story is purely fictional and meant for adult audiences only! All resemblance to actual persons is coincidental. It contains graphic sex and described in first person narration by its transgendered, teenage protagonist. If you are not an adult, or if you find this type of material offensive, please stop reading and dispose of this file, you have been warned of the content. If you proceed neither the author nor the site host will be held responsible! A previous version of...

3 years ago
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Hot Summer Nights

I stood in the kitchen drinking the cool glass of water. It was hot, very hot. Every window in the house was open but there was no breeze to move the hot air. As I walked back to my bed something caught my eye in my parents room. Their door was wide open with the hope a breeze may come thru and cool things. Both of my parents were on the bed naked. A dim light from a lamp gave just enough light to allow for me to see the treasure that lay before me. There on the bed, covers all thrown off on...

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Friday nights

I was very young when dad began having sex with me. It started with him coming to my room and stripping me naked then he would finger my pussy. He got so he could put his whole finger all the way in me. Then he taught me to suck his cock and swallow his cum. I liked it when he sucked my clit which he did before he finger fucked me. When my tits began to grow the sex got more intense and he then began to put his cock in me instead of his finger. The first few times hurt a lot but soon I was able...

3 years ago
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Old Nightshirt

Monica let herself be afraid. With her hands cuffed behind her and her eyes blindfolded, she had little choice. One second, she's feeding the cat and trying to figure out what she wants for dinner. The next, she's grabbed from behind and plunged into darkness. Two strong hands grabbed her wrists. She felt cold steel. Monica tried to move her arms and heard the metal links clink behind her. She was helpless. Monica was helpless and afraid.The two hands grabbed her by the shoulders and spun her...

2 years ago
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Midsummer Nights

It might have seemed audacious to ask the woman they’d screwed over to do their wedding flowers, but Calvin and Ivy were desperate. Three florists had already cancelled on them, and the summer wedding season meant everyone else was already overbooked. With a mere two months remaining until the big day, they had next to no time to find the kind of florist that could make their high-profile wedding into the exquisite occasion everyone expected. And Sofia Violet seemed like their only option.They...

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Those Hollywood Nights

California summer. Hot days, warm nights, and cool ocean breezes. Bronzed bodies, shirtless guys and girls in bikinis. Summers in the golden state just hit different than anywhere else. It gives off a vibe of relaxed fun and possibilities. My husband and I had just welcomed our second daughter the year before and I worked tirelessly to get my body back in shape. The joy of our complete family overwhelmed me in the best of ways, yet I was craving some time to myself. I hadn't drunk or partied in...

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Anitoles Arabian Nights

ANITOLE’S 1001 ARABIAN NIGHTS THE CAVE OF WONDERS To find the cave of wonders One must wander far and wide, Until they know the world afar And foretell the winds and tide. In gaining knowledge of this art, A true love you’ll acquire, And if purity of heart sustained you, Then your journey can transpire. Travel through the world you know Until the landmarks shift, Loose yourself in desert sands Until they form a rift, Beneath which lies the cave or wonders Where only sure shall...

3 years ago
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Sleepless Nights

Sandy and I felt abandoned. Neither of us knew why Karin - her mother and my wife - had left. We’d been a happy family for the past twenty years. For the past five months my now ex-spouse Karin had been off gallivanting with a surfer dude about twenty years younger than her. That left my step-daughter Sandy and me to fend for ourselves. Karin hadn’t even bothered to call us for the past month, and we had no idea how to reach her. All we knew was that she had decided to leave us in search for a...

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Nice Neighbors Nude Nights

I woke up late for the third time this week to the sound of my girlfriend questioning me about all the female names in my cell phone. Tammy, my girlfriend, and I have been dating for about a year. She is extremely jealous and insecure about many things in her life, which puts a heavy strain on our relationship. Tammy is five years younger than me at 30, isn’t the brightest girl of the lot but isn’t exactly disturbingly dumb either, you know those book smart broads who seem to have no common...

3 years ago
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Life Of A Pervert 8211 Part 6 Never Ending Nights

Hello ISS readers, I am back with the never ending nights about my pervert life I am Naveed, living in Bangalore, working as a manager in an IT firm. I am 5.9 inches tall, well built, and happily married. I am married to a very beautiful girl, Ayesha. This story is mine, a pervert guy who is tall, handsome, well built with thick and long dick (lund). Hereafter I will use the word lund instead of dick and chut instead of pussy which I feel is more erotic and expressible. Back to the...

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Hot Summer Nights

Introduction: Summer is made a member of the Connors family – in EVERY way possible Hot Summer Nights by Jen L. Lee 2012 You do realize that Summer has been returned to us from six foster homes, Mrs. Naste said to Teal Connors. She is almost 15 and we feel she is incorrigible and likely will never fit in anywhere, she sniffed in a condescending tone. Frankly, we all believed she would age out and be someone elses problem. There is no such thing as an incorrigible child, the 34-year old...

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On the black screen of my sleepless nights

You know, that feeling of something that bothers you ....This began arriving at a neuron somewhere ... Then two ... and here continued by awakening my auditory sense ..... A faint sound familiar, but can not decide which.I know where I am. It's night; the room is in a clear dark lit only by the digital display clock; I'm in bed, lying naked curled up with her back to Chris and Vero ... Who are sleeping behind me ....Chris and Vero .... Who are sleeping behind me ....This noise so tenuous, so...

1 year ago
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Demi Pt 2 Summer Nights

During these nights I slept naked and thinking of my sixteen year old conquest who lived next door, I couldn't get her out of my head, so much so that my balls ached when I thought of her pert ass and tits and the fact that I had my thumb in her ass and she loved it. I loved the way how her ass would stick out for such a young girl and I enjoyed the times when I peeled off her shorts, bent her over, spread her ass cheeks with my large hands and stuck my tongue in between her freshly...

3 years ago
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Days As Good As Nights

Hello readers , this is Ashish from Lucknow . Have well built athletic body . Girls , aunties or bhabhis can contact me at Coming to the story , I am B.Com student in one of the reputed college of Lucknow . I live in lucknow on a rental flat in gomti nagar . This is an incident of a lady who shares the same floor on which my flat is. Her name is rashmi . She is just newly married and obviously have an awesome figure and great assets. My time for leaving college and her husband to office is...

2 years ago
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November Nights

Once upon a time Emily Angelica Fairport slept peacefully in the century old white four poster canopy bed surrounded by its sheer lacy curtains nestled deep between the heavy pink eyelet duvet and the several inches deep feather bed. Every detail of her boudoir serving to further magnify the image of an innocent southern belle, amplified with a sweet as tea nature that hung in the air anytime she was present and dripped from her tongue every time she spoke. A magazine feature existence that was...

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My Husband Works Nights

My hair would tug while the comb finished reaching the tips of my hair while I finished up brushing it for the night. I put the brush down and leaned out the bathroom to the living room where my husband was drinking some coffee before he would head off to work. “Have a great night honey,’ I said to him while walking over to the recliner across from him. His eyes lifted up from the video he was watching on his computer and pulled one of the headphones off his ear and smiled. “What did you...

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Seven Nights

Seven Nights Ryan surveyed his assembled slaves, and their handlers, critically. He'd called an assembly of his seven slaves, and their handlers, this eveningfor a special announcement. They had been assembled for some minutes now, buthe let them wait as he looked them over. Ryan Dante was a CEO for one of the largest software companies in the world.As a result, he had wealth enough to indulge in every whim, every perversity,he desired; and his particular desire had been, since he was young,...

1 year ago
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Knight and Dey 3 Meet the Knights

{Because of something that happened in "Lost Indian Caves" before he was born, Alex's has a condition that changes his gender; male in the dark, female in the light. Alex's simple goal is complicated by a power struggle within the first school he's ever attended. That struggle is about to take on wider implications. - WARNING: This story has been heavily manga influenced.} Knight and Dey 3: Meet the Knights By Ron Dow75 Out in the outer office of school administration, police...

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2 years ago
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City Lights Country Nights

Author’s Note: DG Hear, MistressLynn and myself are doing a mini writing invitational. We are each picking one song from Ray Price and using it as the basis for a story. I’ve picked ‘City Lights,’ DG Hear, ‘For the Good Times,’ and MistressLynn (aka MissLynn), ‘That’s All That Matters.’ I will also be doing ‘A Girl in the Night.’ We hope you enjoy the stories – Jake Rivers ‘City Lights’ has always been one of my favorite songs by Ray: A bright array of city lights as far as I can see.The...

4 years ago
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Seductive Nights

It started on a stormy night, the lightening brightening the sky, the thunder rolling across the hills; she turns to look in her empty bed and wonders why, why does he stay away Seductive Nights   It started on a stormy night, the lightening brightening the sky, the thunder rolling across the hills; she turns to look in her empty bed and wonders why, why does he stay away. Crossing her arms across her breasts she moves away from the window and back to the middle of the room. She...

2 years ago
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City Lights Country Nights

Author's Note: DG Hear, MistressLynn and myself are doing a mini writing invitational. We are each picking one song from Ray Price and using it as the basis for a story. I've picked "City Lights," DG Hear, "For the Good Times," and MistressLynn (aka MissLynn), "That's All That Matters." I will also be doing "A Girl in the Night." We hope you enjoy the stories — Jake Rivers "City Lights" has always been one of my favorite songs by Ray: A bright array of city lights as far...

1 year ago
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Exciting games on hot Summer nights

The first three quarters of this story is all factual, it is only the last little bit that is fiction.At first my wife was very nervous about it, but after a few times she found it so exciting and it became easier for me to get her into it. Sometimes we would fuck, or Margie would suck my cock,  in front of the window with the curtains wide open; it would only need someone to walk past, or even to drive past if they happened to look across, and what a view they would get.At first she was very...

3 years ago
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Winter Nights

I am Arjun, and I’m from Kerala. My dad died when I was 2 or 3 years old. For as long as I can remember, I lived with my mother in a house among rubber plantations. The house was isolated from the external world by trees with a single narrow road leading upto it. My house was the only house that had an internet connection in that village at the time. My father owned a lot of rubber plantations and left them all to me and mom. So we were somewhat rich. But all that money wasn’t a lot of use in...

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2 years ago
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video nights

He’s my husband and I do what he says. Not always, not everything, but usually, you know, most things.I wouldn’t have a tattoo, never, even though he nearly begged, just a small one, on the inside of my upper thigh. Nobody would see it. But there was absolutely no way. That was pretty much the last time I said no. I even didn’t mind a piercing, in an intimate place. Well as you ask, one in each pussy lip, near the top. Oh and one small ring, through each nipple. It was his special land mark...

2 years ago
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Euro Footy Nights

EURO SEMI-FINALAl had told me to have a quiet day after the previous exertions of the last few nights, so I spent the time relaxing. Around six, Al phoned me to order something easy to eat for half a dozen people at 8:45 pm as a few guys would be over for the match on TV. Also, he wanted me to wear something appealing. I thought my very thin, oversized white t-shirt would be ideal – worn off one shoulder it should be fine. It is fairly short, but I thought a gold chain belt would raise it just...

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Hot Summer Nights

by Jen L. Lee © 2012 “You do realize that Summer has been returned to us from six foster homes,” Mrs. Naste said to Teal Connors. “She is almost 15 and we feel she is incorrigible and likely will never fit in anywhere,” she sniffed in a condescending tone. “Frankly, we all believed she would age out and be someone else’s problem.” “There is no such thing as an incorrigible child,” the 34-year old socialite said as she adjusted her stylish hat. “I was not able to have children after...

4 years ago
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two hot nights

We are a couple that has been married for 11 years. I would like to start off by saying that I introduced my wife to a big cock 5 years into our marriage. She had told me that her ex husband had a small dick and that I was large to her. I thought that was quite funny because I knew I was on the smaller side as my friends and I would compare sizes when we were younger. Well to make a long story short i had mentioned to her one night during sex that I was going to find her a big one for her...

2 years ago
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After Action Report From bridgets Nights

(Bridget's been sitting in my family room again, tossing down Irish whiskey and talking about her adventures. She had hinted about this one before, what she did in England after her rescue mission to France in WWII. So here it is. For those of you who don't know her, I refer you to Chapter 1 of "Bridget's Nights" where she first appeared and explained a lot about herself. This story contains both Male/Female and Female/Female sex. Thank you Marian as always for the errors you caught and...

2 years ago
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A Series of TabooChapter 27 Holiday Nights

story:[wife, inc, mother, son, non-con, BBr] Loosely inspired by my captioned pic: https://i.imgur.com/5lG1VCa.gif Holiday Nights A short story Every year for Christmas, Ben, Lisa, and their son Josh pack up and drive to Lisa’s parents. It’s the home where Lisa and her two sisters grew up. Of course, now she and her sisters are all married and have families of their own, so everyone books rooms at the local motel. Since Ben and Lisa live the farthest away, they are always the last to...

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The Monster From Bridgets Nights

My name is Bridget O'Brien and I am a vampire. This isn't usually how I introduce myself. After all, what do you think of when you hear the word "vampire"? You think of crumbling castles in Transylvania, men in capes, "I never drink ... wine". You see Bela Lugosi, Frank Langela or Gary Oldman playing Dracula. If you're younger you think of tunnels under Sunnydale, California. You think of the Master, Luke, what's-his-name the businessman vampire in the first episode of Angel. Or...

3 years ago
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Late Nights

‘That was a long day I think to myself,’ as I walk up the steps to our apartment. I’ve been working a lot of late nights at work and it’s been taking a toll on me. The only thing keeping me sane has been your love and support through it all. A smile spreads across my face at the thought of you on the other side of the door. Pops was right, I am a lucky guy. I open the door to find you curled up on the couch with the TV only. I stand there for a minute, just watching you sleep. Your mouth...

2 years ago
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Arabian Nights

Arabian Nights Pt. 01 By MicheleNylons© Michele felt the huge member buried in her anus begin to pulsate; hot, creamy semen flooded her back passage. She was lying face down on the huge bed; pressed down into the satin sheets and soft mattress, her own penis trapped in her satin panties was also hard and leaking pre-seminal fluid. She lay still as Ahmed, the man lying on top of her, emptied himself into her. Ahmed preferred to fuck Michele doggy-style and finish with her prone;...

3 years ago
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Holiday nights

Re-written from my original post as posh-slut Holiday NightsTwo weeks in sunny Fuerteventura, two weeks of sun, sea and sexAnnie, Emma and myself were staying at a lovely hotel in the coastal town of El Coto with it’s beautiful nudist-friendly beachesWe arrived at our hotel late in the afternoon just enough time to unpack, change clothes and a wander around the locality. We soon ended up in an inviting bar, just to relax in the glow of the setting sun. In no time at all we were joined by six...

2 years ago
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Summer Nights

Dana got us into this. She said that we had it wrapped up. We couldn't lose. I've heard that before. I'm Oswald MacDonald, but everyone calls me Mac. I'm 6'6" tall and I weigh almost 165 lbs dressed and wet; a beanpole, in other words. I exercise and lift weights, but I still don't gain weight. To add to that, to all intents and purposes, I'm the invisible man. People just act like I'm not there most of the time. They talk about me while I'm standing in front of them. The only thing...

4 years ago
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Broken Strings 8211 Part 7 Sons Days And Nights

Following is a creative work of fiction. It involves intimate moments of both physical and psychological nature between mother and son, intended for fun. All the names, characters, and incidents are works of pure imagination. They do not resemble any real-life names, characters, and incidents. I woke up with my brother shaking me to wake up. I looked at my brother, who was in school uniform with half-open eyes. Brother: What happened? Are you not going to college? Me: I am feeling feverish. I...

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3 years ago
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Lake Wannacum Nights

Part 1 The first thing a visitor to the quiet Minnesota town of Lake Wannacum is likely to say (other than "Where the hell is the interstate anyway we've been crawling along these dirt tracks for hours, my sat-nav said this was the cross-country route to St. Cloud, my God, have you people even seen a Starbucks?") is "Why does the church on Main Street have a carved wooden penis outside it?" It's a fair question. Coming from the south, through the well-tended corn fields and skirting the...

2 years ago
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Island days and nights

It is mid afternoon as we come to the surface of the clear waters surrounding the Bahaman islands. This is the end of our third trip under the ocean’s surface and a trip to the ocean floor. We have spent the day exploring coral reefs, the sandy bottom, an old ship wreck, and many other places. During this trip we were able to see two white-tip sharks among the reefs, but only from a distance. It was the highlight of the trip, but not the most fascinating thing we were...

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An Unusual WeddingChapter 2 Bucks and Hens Nights

When he woke in the morning, both girls were taking turns to lick and suck his, by now, erect penis. When Kellie saw he was awake, she greeted him and then mounted him, sitting down facing his feet. After bouncing up and down a few times, she lay back on top of him, bringing his hands around to caress and fondle her breasts. Wendy didn't stay out of it for long. She was between their legs where she could not only see Dave's penis as it thrust in and out of Kellie, but assisted, holding...

4 years ago
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My Oh So Warm Daughter On A Cold Alaskan Nights

Introduction: Sasha, this story is dedicated to you. Hope you like. WP It felt so nice sitting in front of the roaring fire. The occasional pop of the pine resin exploding, the fireball hitting the screen the only sound interrupting her reverie. Sasha Yuranova Baranov, the thirteen year old daughter of Yuri Mikhailovich Baranov was scratching her old husky's ears with one hand, the dog lay beside her. She was clad in her night wear, a beautifully embroidered full length white gown.She lay...

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