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For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. This is a story about the aftermath of a wife's conduct toward her husband continuing my story Whoops. If you haven't read that this will not mean much. Please take a few minutes and read that story. ;-) I would like to thank Matty Caff for her help in editing my story. She is a classy lady and a good friend. Carol had just arrived home from her office, poured two glasses of Phyllis's favorite white wine, and waited for...
Whoops By Nom Declavier Samuel sat on the exam table, feet swinging in the air, clad only in the customary examination gown, his lack of skills of working his hands behind his back is evident by the generous butt crack he is displaying towards the wall. Leaning forward with his hands on the exam table corners, he's been patiently waiting for the doctor to return. The door swings open and Dr. Robert Woopner glides in. For the reputation that proceeds him, one would think he's an...
VOLUME-1 Chapter XIII Camille my first French woman. • Lascivious delights. • Harlots by the dozen. • Baudy books. • Tribades. • A grey-haired cunt. I came into my property, and to the great horror of my mother and family, soon gave up my post at the and my intended career and determined to live and enjoy myself. I had been all but posted to a regiment, that commission I resigned, though all my youth desiring it. I lost much money by doing so. What I did between the time that I had the two...
As she walked into the party, she looked around and realized that she didn’t know a soul there. There was a hosted bar, and she went up and ordered a margarita. She moved away from the bar and saw a group of people enjoying their drinks and meeting one another so she joined them. She introduced herself and met six other people attending the conference. A few had arrived a little earlier than Janice and looked like they had gotten a head start on the free drinks. One of the ladies said that...
We were soon dating and before to long became lovers. Not being very experienced, my lovemaking was novice at best. Janice and I kind of learned from each other as time went on. We were both quite horny, and if time permitted in our day, we would rush back to our dorms and get it on. I didn't feel we were anymore amorous that any other couple. After graduation, we both got jobs and lived together. The fucking intensified, more so by Janice who demanded shagging often. She said she had a...
Chapter 2 – Arrival She finished her cigarette and entered the terminal. The flight was uneventful and she landed in Denver about 1 pm. She rented a car and found her way to the hotel. The conference was scheduled to start with an icebreaker that evening. Just before she pulled into the hotel parking lot, she spotted a convenience store and on a whim, pulled in to buy a pack of cigarettes. She was a little nervous as she walked up to the counter and asked for a pack of Marlboro Lights. The...
Introduction: Janice and Marilyn take turns fucking Marilyns boyfriend My wife, Janice and I had just finished cleaning up from our evening meal when there was a knock on the door to our apartment. Janice said, Ill get it. That should be Marilyn. We are going to have some girl time together at her place. Janice opened the door and Marilyn entered saying Hello. to me. The two women exchanged brief greetings and then proceeded to have a short conversation. Moments later Janice said to me, Were...
JANICES MOM MAGGIE Read Janice first to get a background on people involved I confronted Janice after she got off the phone with her mother. Why did you fill her in on all the stuff going on around here? Your mother is really prim and proper and I dont want any trouble from her or your Dad Janices Dad has his own energy firm which is quite successful. However to keep it running smoothly he is constantly on the road, mostly overseas. We seldom see him even for holidays and I can count on one...
A few years ago, a friend of mine wanted to have a mfm, including dp. I told her I would set it up for her. To give a visual, Janice is 5’4′. She has a very large butt as well as large breasts. She defines ‘bbw’. She has both pierced nipples and a hood ring. Despite 2 kids, she has a very tight pussy. Sexually, there is pretty much nothing that she will not try (except for bi – she dislikes that whether its m/m or f/f). She is also a squirter. Now on to the story: Janice showed up and changed...
Chapter 1 – Preparation Janice was very excited. She was going to get to go to a conference in Denver by herself. It was the first time she would be away from her husband and children since she had been married five years ago. It’s not that she wasn’t happy – she was. It was just she was missing some of the excitement in her life that had been there before she had settled into marriage and children. She loved her husband – they had a good sex life and he provided a wonderful home to her and...
Nice Upskirt! Do you get off to just watching? I’m not talking about porn. You are on ThePornDude, so I know that you jerk off to porn! Oh, believe me, mother fucker, I know.I’m referring to voyeurism fetishes if you haven’t picked up on it yet. Does the thought of watching someone without their consent make you want to jizz in your pants? If so, you are going to love browsing through the raw and uncut content found in the wild on Nice Upskirt. It sounds exactly what it is: pictures of amateur...
Voyeur Porn SitesThe day began with heavy showers and the sky was dull and overcast. There was a cool breeze. Rivers of water ran down into the gutters of the street – it was by no means a summery day at all, not a sandals day I had decided to wear sensible shoes appropriate for the climatic conditions and sensible shoes for driving. I had an early lunch then proceeded to Waynes home. The time was 11.55am.Arrived at Wayne’s around 12.35pm I had made my way through one or two heavy showers along the journey....
Erotic*** Day one I received the message as soon as David had left the house Brian was coming. I wore a. Fleece, bra, white knickers and jeans I was barefoot as that was what the message I watched out of the window for i feeling eager I was looking forward to seeing him which was strange as I knew I hated him. He walked down the street carrying a bag. I opened the door stepped out of the house and kissed him. Do you great Wayne like that he asked? Usually I said. Come on he said we went down the...
Group SexWe went to the The Craven Heifer Inn Grassington Road, Skipton. We had arranged it by email he had sent a lovely invite. Arrived just after 12 noon, parked the car then Wayne left the car to make a phone call outside round the back of his car. After the call, as we entered the Inn Wayne commented on the beautiful colorful flower tubs outside and the fact that the Inn had accommodation. We went to the bar and I went to find a table, in the lighter, brighter extension. I handed him a menu. We...
EroticLast Night For A French WomanIsabelle Fontaine was sat on her sofa, staring at the clock. It was only 3PM. The world was going to end tonight. At 12PM sharp. Everyone she knew left the apartment block. Except for her. And for that noisy family downstairs. A Filipino family.They had a son who was in high school playing basketball all the time. She sent them a note before, telling them to lower down the noise level. They had already become Canadian citizens and their son was a second generation...
I was a nineteen-year-old student in junior college, in Hyderabad and I had a French language teacher Ms. Nancy, an attractive woman around 42 years, whose house I used to go for tuitions, one day after teaching me for an hour, we finished. We were sitting at a table in talking about my performance when, surprisingly, she brought the conversation around to the subject of masturbation. When she started talking about it I was quite embarrassed and found myself sweating. I had always thought of...
1760 The Fall of Montreal The heated battles of the French and Indian Wars were primarily fought in the deep forests and isolated outposts of the exposed English settlers. However, the British eventually brought the fight directly into the heart of the French Colonial Homeland in Canada. The initial assaults on Quebec were fought off but it eventually fell to the English forces in 1759 with much loss of life and property. The key to this success was the prior taking of Fort Niagara by the...
All characters in this story are currently over the age of 18 Main Characters Richard ‘Ric’ Anthony Evans –Son of a Texas Rancher Marge Evans – Texas Housewife, Ric’s Mother Carl Evans – Texas Rancher – Ric’s Father Yvette Michelle La Grande – French Cousin of Ric Barbara La Grande – American born, French Mother of Yvette, Marge’s Sister Henri La Grand – French Business Magnet, Yvette’s Father (Deceased) April – Texas Ranch Girl, Yvette’s Special...
It was such a warm day in Pangkor lsland, an island off the coast of Malaysia in South East Asia. Francesca Marceau was a French tourist staying all by herself in a motel. She rented a motel room, over-facing a large beach all by herself. Unlike other holiday resort parts of Malaysia, this one was one of the least crowded, for any season at any time. Francesca Marceau was an attractive French Brunette who bore a strong resemblance to that French actress from that hit 70s British sitcom Mind...
May 1, 1975 Colonel Wynn finished assembling his rifle after having cleaned it. He had placed second in a shooting competition, right behind Sergeant Major Washington. They had tied in the regular round and had to go into a second and third round before a winner was declared. He now had a nice little second place trophy. After each competitor was eliminated, they had returned to the ready room to clean their weapons. Because of the extra competition rounds, he and the Sergeant Major been...
Tortured French Journalist By Shabbadew2002 Email me: [email protected] CHAPTER 1 BLANCA ?What do you want me to have them do to her?? Wire her up?? ?Yeah. ?Use the picana.? This cunt needs to have it shoved up her pisshole.? Then broken off.? When she?s pissing and crying like a baby, you call me.....? ?Yes, Senhora.? As you wish,? said General Magante. Blanca was furious.? A foreign reporter had dared to investigate her. ?Journalists were the worst.? She knew how to handle the Philippino...
Wendy Taylor was painfully unhappy.Unhappy in her marriage. Unhappy in her job. Unhappy in her life to a point. She was forty-two-years-old and was watching her second marriage go in the same direction as her first had done, fifteen years before. It had started off so well but after just five years with him, they both realised that they had very little in common and there was absolutely no passion or love there anymore. They slept in separate beds and lived pretty much separate lives in their...
SpankingA FRENCH VILLAGE (A Tale from the War) – PART 1Note: This tale takes place in a medium-size village in France during the German Occupation. The village was only a few kilometers from the city of Vichy were the French government of Philippe Pétain was located. I borrowed the title from an excellent French television series (Un Village Français) but the story has nothing to do with that series. Even with the Occupation and German soldiers marching down the main street, Madame Aubert (from now on...
(episode 23) This follows The First Annual “Pool” Party.Earlier that school year during Fall Semester I had applied for a UGA summer trip to Europe. It was a partnered program by the university and private businesses created to enlighten the cultural, business, and historical perspective of Europe for students studying for business degrees. Later during spring semester I received the great news that I had been accepted for the program. I would get credits toward graduation and also get to see...
College SexFrench Dressing Chapter One: Mr Fox Everything I am I owe to Mr Fox. That is such a strange statement that I suppose I will have to explain it. See, when I went to secondary school I went to a single-sex school. That's slightly odd in its self, I know, but that's how things were organised where I lived. And for the first two years Mr Fox was both our form master and our English teacher. And for most of that time nothing out of the ordinary happened. And as for me, well I was...
Paul & His French Maid by Justin Silk Copyright JustinSilk 2002. All Rights Reserved Chapter One: Moving In Moving to a new city is always exciting. A new country even more so. I have moved country several times. From England to France. Jamaica. The beautiful, mysterious Australia and now the United States of America. I'm here in this large city to set up my American operation. I have an apartment with a pool and furniture, a car and a ten-room office suite. What...
November 1995 Montreal, CanadaThe envelope was addressed in bold print and looked quite official. It said: Miss Elizabeth St. Jacques 9373 Maurice-Duplessis Boulevard #16 Montreal, QC, H1E 6P2 Lizzy glanced at the return address. It was from some lawyer in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania named Mr. Ben Foster. Lizzy had never heard of him. She was more interested in getting indoors, out of the cold, than in investigating the contents of the envelope. And so she did, dropping the letter and the rest...
SeductionIt was now late October around my 30th birthday and Halloween. My wife and her black lover made plans to get together with one another this coming Saturday night which was also Halloween night. Knowing this he asked her if she could or would dress up like a "French Maid" ready to serve his every need, and that did not mean cleaning the house I assure you. She told him “OK cool, sounds like fun, I think I can do that.” My wife was now on a mission, to go out shopping and hopefully find a sexy...
Mrs. Taylor turned to her dressing table and picked up the large, white, size ten canvas plimsoll in her left hand. She began tapping it against the palm of her right hand.“Right, bend over and think about why Auntie is doing this to you.” She smiled as she waved the large plimsoll at me.I carefully bent over the pile of pillows at the end of the bed, taking one in my hands and placing my face into it. I breathed in deeply so I could get a good noseful of Wendy’s sweet scent. Behind me, Mrs....
SpankingHer name was Catherine. She was born and grew up in rural France, and though she'd lived and worked in the UK for the last fifteen years, since moving over here with her French husband, her English was still spoken with a sexy and unmistakeable French accent. She was a petite blonde woman, some eight years my junior in her early thirties, with a short, trendy 'Pixie' hair cut to go with her cute elfin-like features. She also happened to be my secretary.I 'inherited' Catherine when I joined the...
My French Maid, My Soul Sister Thanks to everyone for the kind words after my last story. I hope you like this one. By the way - if you are into second life, come and say hello to me - Cindy Seranade - I usually hang out at the Shemale Sex Palace. (PS Second life chose my surname with the wrong spelling ). Here goes the story... I have been cross dressing ever since I was a little boy, pretending to be the little sister with the girls down the road during dress up games. God knows what the...
THE FRENCH SLAVE Capitan Omar Aydin, commander of Company C of the Second Battalion of the Sultans Janissary Cavalry stood idly in the antechamber of the Emir of South East France' office. He had been summoned the previous evening to appear for consultation with the Emir. It was very unusual for junior officers to be summoned by the Emir. He was wearing his dress uniform, blue riding pantaloons, black riding boots, white shirt, red jacket, closed at the throat, red fez with gold...
I frowned at the dressing room mirror. The skirt I was trying on was cute, but I couldn’t tell if it was too short or just short enough. I snapped several photos to send to my friend for her opinion. Unfortunately, I wasn’t really paying attention and accidentally sent them to the last person I was texting, a cute guy I’d met at the gym yesterday.Shit! I frantically sent him another message:“omg wrong number sorry!!!”I tried to suppress a groan of frustration. I liked this guy. He was tall,...
MasturbationWell what can I say, after being a fuck toy for my two best friend I decided to try out normal life, my gay and cross-dressing day's to be burned and buried in the past, and a new me to arise from the ashes like a phoenix, all my panties , bra's, and other girl clothes were taken to the incinerator in my home and destroyed, in my head I was straight as a dye, hehe. no more did I sleep in nothing but silk panties, no more did I wank off thinking of getting my bum used, I met a nice young lady...
It started out as a quiet, normal Friday evening, I'd come home from work to find my dinner in the oven and Janice, my wife, out at the bingo, I'd eaten my dried out meal quickly, grabbed a bottle of whiskey and put a mucky video in the player, which was the nearest I came to sex these days. Upstairs I could hear Sara's, my eighteen year old daughter, stereo playing though not loudly enough to be disturbing as I settled back to enjoy the tape."Bollocks." I swore as the player made a grinding...
It's not nice to fool Mother Nature. Nor your wife when she is the area's leading plastic surgeon. Carol paced the living room floor waiting for the grand entrance of her husband. Finally he scurried around the hall entrance and swooped into the room with a "Ta-Dah! How do I look?" An emotional Carol responded, "Give me a twirl and let me see." "Oh, sweetie, I'm so glad we rejected the drab trouser suit and decided on that 2-piece Skirt suit, for your first day at the new job?...
Phil fought his way slowly back to consciousness. He had only vague surreal thoughts coming and going into focus in his head. He couldn't quite put his finger on it; nothing hurt yet his body felt wrong somehow. His arms were pinned under the blankets, the feeling of being restrained was an irritant. The only logical explanation was that someone had tucked the blankets in too tight. He shifted in bed trying to free his arms and noticed that his ass felt huge, like he was laying on...
It started out as a quiet, normal Friday evening, I'd come home from work to find my dinner in the oven and Janice, my wife, out at the bingo, I'd eaten my dried out meal quickly, grabbed a bottle of whiskey and put a mucky video in the player, which was the nearest I came to sex these days. Upstairs I could hear Sara's, my sixteen year old daughter, stereo playing though not loudly enough to be disturbing as I settled back to enjoy the tape. "Bollocks." I swore as the player made a...
When the sun came up, Claire shook me awake and curtly informed me that it was time I got the hell out of their apartment. I stumbled around my new apartment complex—still in my underwear—until I finally tracked down the building manager and got him to open my front door. The power was back on and my cell phone was charged and staring right at me. Three missed calls from Sonya. I felt awful. For a moment, I considered picking it up and calling her back right then and there, but she was...
We were doing very well indeed -- both on the field and off, as August wore on. We'd come back from the brief New York and Boston road trip 4-2, and after sweeping Toronto three games at home we were gone again -- this time to Kansas City and St. Louis. We were completing the season series with the Royals, and we had to make up two rained-out interleague games with the Cardinals -- postponements from much earlier in the season. The only available makeup date had been that Thursday in late...
I knelt at my wife’s grave and laid a bouquet of her favorite flowers on it. It had been three years to the day since I laid her in it. Memories raced through my mind; our first date, our first kiss, our wedding, the birth of our daughter. On and on the memories went, until I once again faced the stark moment when it all ended. Injured in a car crash, Karen had died in the back of an ambulance before I even knew what had happened. I never had a chance to say goodbye to the woman who had shared...
SeductionI was kind of a shy guy in school. I wasn't awkward with most girls but I was definitely an introvert. I'm considered latino and grew up speaking spanish at home so when it came to pick classes in H.S. I decided to try to learn French since it was foreign to me and it sounded like the class would be mostly girls. It was. There were only 3 guys in class. Me, another latino that was very effeminate and tried to be a teacher's pet, and a white guy that was not the type of guy girls of that age...
Renee, The French Maid By Renee It was almost 4 months from the first time we met online until now. It happened so slowly; I hardly realized that I would be trained into a slut French maid. I never imagined this would happen. It all started when I downloaded Yahoo Messenger and set up a profile. I did it because I thought I would be able to chat with people about some of my hobbies, such as sports, gardening or reading. And even though I was married, I thought maybe I could...
SRU: Learning French By Demonn Hi, my name is Todd or should I say was Todd. I am, was 5' 10" and maybe just a bit of a geek. I wasn't ugly mind you but I wasn't all that incredibly strong. But that didn't stop me having friends like everyone else. It was a Saturday and like always, I was going to have some fun at my friend's house. I was a simple 15 year old guy, who enjoyed some R&R, when, my high school, Rivers High, was out. I mean who didn't. When I arrived at...
Green Acres 9: Alf and the French Butler's Uniform By Ron Dow75 Sounding as if he were taking off his clothes, Alf said from inside the Douglas's' bathroom, "I didn't know Mrs. Douglas wore a girdle." His sister, a matronly strawberry blonde mop-head was the living room on the other side in just a shirt with wide pin-stripes, "Why don't you talk a little louder, loudmouth! She's right next door in the bedroom!" Calling out from the king-sized bed she was sitting up in on...
Thanks go to Anne Baker for the French help and editing. French Lessons - by Couture (c)2002 After I'd finished my morning laps in the pool, I dried off, walked inside, tossed my towel on the arm of the sofa and proceeded to make myself a healthy shake. Sophie, the maid, walked in tisking to herself and eyeing me dubiously, as she picked up my towel, "?a alors, il ne ramasse jamais, celui-la," she muttered in her heavily accented voice. I used to wonder what she was saying. ...
Tim was Amy’s cousin. Their families were descended from the Navajo nation and they both had light brown skin. Amy and Tim both had thick black hair. Tim grew his hair past his shoulders, nearly as long as Amy’s. Tim had offered to teach Amy how to ‘French’. He told her that that’s how boyfriends and girlfriends kissed. Like in the movies and on TV. She wanted to do that. She didn’t know they were touching tongues. Amy grimaced. “Ugh. Really?” she said. “Yep,” he said. “That’s how...
Sandy looked up from the books broken open on her desk. One hand with spread fingers pressed down two books open at the same time. The books were new and revolting against staying open. Her other hand had a pencil poised in her hand. The way she held the pencil had always seemed awkward to everyone. It was like a fist with the pencil butt going straight into the air."Honey, you have been studying all day on your birthday. Let me talk to my daughter for at least five minutes to wish her happy...
A FRENCH VILLAGE (A Tale of the War) PART 4Geneviève and Annie remained a few feet apart for the longest time. It seemed like neither lesbian was ready to make the first move, although both obviously wanted the other. Annie was expecting that Isabelle had set her up with a friend of hers and that the evening would be filled with sex. She had put on a sexy nightie which Geneviève appreciated very much. “It was Isabelle who told you where I live”, said Annie slowly, as if she had suddenly...
[Early Autumn, 1678] At the print shop, Oxford THE MOST BEAUTIFUL woman in the world. When he reached his majority his parents had insisted he learn French at the small college where he’d enrolled several years earlier. Exceptional promise brought him to the attention of his instructors. For his first years he was among the youngest students at the college. He did not understand the reasons for learning French, but he was used to doing what his parents told him to do and so he set out to...
A FRENCH VILLAGE (A TALE OF THE WAR) – PART 3While Isabelle Renaud, who was certain she was the reason for her husband’s rise in the French civil service, was falling in love with Annie, her dressmaker, her husband Georges had a life of his own which she never suspected. He left her a note on the dining room table of their large house. He had an urgent meeting with members of the German Kommandantur which could last all evening and possibly all night. He grabbed a small travelling bag with was...
MOTHER AND THE FRENCH MAIDThe Royalmount Hotel was conveniently situated in the centre of a middle-size city in California. It was a touristy area, but it was late in the season and the tourists had been replaced by university professors from all over the US pretending to exchange priceless information concerning the expansion and security of wineries in danger of more punishing bush fires.In fact, these specialists were there for good food, good wine and a good time, and some serious sex....
This is continuation of my tour with the french girl. The night of my previous story was so much excited. As I said we made love all night long and had sex for more than 3, 5 times at night and and rested a bit and got up at 11am. When I got up, the next day, I was in bed naked and all bed clothes and everything spread due to too much of sex we had. Everything was scattered all over the places, some blood stains on few covers of bed and some stains of our semens dried out and sticky. And my...
French Maid: There was a song I used to listen to growing up by the Animals called "The House of the Rising Sun". I particularly remember "it's been the ruin of many a poor boy and God I know I'm one". The song came back to me as I was thinking about my career trajectory after leaving university and more particularly how I came to work in our local French restaurant. I had come back from university like most students with a large overdraft. Not only that but my father had passed...
Sarah's husband Robert had only been away on assignment for a few weeks when he informed her that he was involved with a woman in Europe. He hoped that any legal proceedings could wait until he returned. In the meantime he instructed a lawyer to draw up papers transferring the house to her name and providing financial support for her. He said he knew she had been unhappy and hoped that she would try to move on without him. Otherwise, he was unapologetic. Sarah assured him she would be fine and...
Group SexMy first time with a transwoman was a very unique experience I must say. Having explored my options on the internet wasn't an easy one. I was nervous and curious about my first experience having sex with a transwoman. I only had sex with biological women throughout my entire sexual life and this was a new experience for me. I checked for several months on Backpage and Craigslist on the dating classifieds ads for transwoman.What I was looking for is an mature erotic, sexy and beautiful...
Some comic characters mentioned in my stories could be the property of these respective comic book publishers, Marvel, DC, or Image. If they are being used, this a work of fictional parody. The story I posted last night was a scenario joining events from the Lois & Clark TV show and the Lois Lane comic books #70 and 71. I hope most of you remember some of the details I put out for background there. This story is derived from events in the story in LL #71. The opening paragraph...
"Suddenly, I'm in the mood for finger food." [ ... hmmm, let me back up to the beginning of 'lunch'.] The mingy, fine-grained blacktopped parking expanse was nearly esurient. To be expected, considering the adjuratory rain had just ceased. Now, the freshly-paved fragrance of the warming asphalt violated my nasal cilia. An assiduous sun sent an increasing number of highly charged photonic javelins thru the reluctantly scattering cloud cover. After momentarily admiring the effect from my...