Dont Judge A Book By The Cover
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Monday 13th November 2017
Re-connecting with Gemma had been wonderful. It seemed a lifetime ago that we’d first made love, in reality only ten days ago which seemed a much simpler and less complicated time. As we lay recovering from our shared orgasm, I couldn’t help but gawk slightly at the lovely Gemma. A few years older than Jill, her buxom figure and dyed red hair suited her bubbly personality, the whole package reminding me so much of Ruby Wax in her younger years.
Gemma seemed to enjoy my fan-boy gawking, intuitively understanding that new to this lifestyle, moments like this were inevitable. Faithful and monogamous to one woman for more than twenty years, this new variety in bed partners was bound to take a little getting used to.
But Gemma’s quiet and smiling enjoyment of my adoration was just temporary. After fiddling with her iPhone a little she offered me a silent link to the hotel bedroom in Los Angeles where Jill and her boss Chris were staying. As the image switched from the small screen of her phone to our Apple TV, I nearly had a heart attack at the sight that greeted me.
Gemma had told me the video feed was courtesy of my wife’s boss Chris and my new bed partner, with Jill totally unaware I was watching. I’d wondered if Gemma was telling me the truth, but the heart-bursting scene that greeted me left me in absolutely no doubt that Gemma was telling the truth.
There was no way my wife of twenty years would have consented to me watching the scene that she was part of on that hotel bed. Most likely, if she’d have known I was watching she’d have been far too self-conscious to do what she was now doing in a hotel room several thousand miles away from her family home.
Because not only was her handsome boss Chris in that hotel bed with Jill, but the squat and broad figure of Rocco the Union boss was also there with her. And not only was he there in the same room and the same bed as Jill and Chris, he was a very active participant in proceedings. Because, as far as I could make out from the tangled web of arms and legs, Jill had two men in her body.
The camera (Chris’s phone I guess) had been positioned somewhere towards the side and right of the bed and gave me a wonderful view of both Jill’s sexy body and also the look of extreme pleasure on her face as she shared a bed with two men, kissing her handsome boss passionately. My beautiful wife’s face was scrunched up in an expression that spoke of concentration mixed with intense ecstasy.
Even though the image from the iPhone’s high-Def camera was projected onto our large TV screen, the position of the three erotically intertwined bodies didn’t allow me to see directly what was happening. Rather, I had to surmise and guess from the position of the three naked bodies. (Or should I say near-naked, both guys being butt-naked but Jill was still wearing red stockings, matching heels and garter belt which she’d bought for our anniversary a couple of years back.)
Chris was laying on his back, his head propped up against the cushioned headboard, his hands cupping and squeezing Jill’s ripe tits. Jill was lying prone facedown on top of him, her mouth locked in an intimate kiss with her boss of five years. This sculpture in flesh was topped out by Rocco’s hairy and bear-like body kneeling directly behind Jill’s shapely ass, his firm and muscular backside slowly pumping in and out.
The side angle of the camera meant that I couldn’t exactly see where either Chris or Rocco’s large cocks were. After all, this was real life, not some carefully posed porno flick with cocks and orifices in glorious and unambiguous High Def. But from the look on my wife’s face, I was pretty sure they were both deeply embedded in Jill’s sweet body. We weren’t regular porn watchers, but over the years Jill and I had watched scenes like this a few times on the internet. Dredging up these old memories, the only question in my mind was whether both men were balls deep in Jill’s pussy, or whether one was in her vagina while the other was enjoying anal sex with Jill. Something we’d only tried a couple of times as it didn’t really turn us on.
Judging from Jill’s ragged breathing and look of ecstatic joy, if Rocco was indeed deep in her ass as I suspected, it seems she was having second thoughts and had discovered a new liking for this form of sex. Maybe it wasn’t the choice of hole that was the problem before, but rather the quantity of maleness. Two cocks rather than one, bigger rather than smaller seemed to be ticking the box for my beautiful wife from the way she was responding to her two male partners.
Chris seemed content to stay pretty still, kissing Jill and playing with her hanging tits as he played the role of static anchor. While Rocco steadily and carefully sawed his long thick cock in and out of Jill’s body. Each long, slow thrust greeted by a moan of pleasure and Jill’s face screwed up tight each time. Rocco’s hands gripped Jill’s hips tight, as if making sure that she couldn’t move away from the stretching and onslaught she was receiving from the Union boss.
“Are you enjoying it, Jill?”
Not getting an answer, Chris stroked Jill’s face and repeated his question.
“Jill, honey. Is it like you imagined? Is it good?”
Chris’s voice, a little louder and more insistent this time, seemed to break through into Jill’s bubble of catatonic concentration. “Hhhn,” was her first recognition of the question and acknowledgment of the man who’d asked. “Yes, yes it’s amazing, Chris. Better than I ever imagined.”
It was only the slightest of hints. The most slender of dangling threads left dangling there to be picked at. But to a lust-filled man several thousand miles from his wife who was cavorting in bed with two men, it was enough for my paranoid brain. ‘Better than I ever imagined’ – just how much and how often had my normally conservative wife been dreaming of and imagining this kind of thing. Being in bed with and giving her body, my body, to these two men. My paranoid brain twisted these five short words round and round until I’d built them up into a whole damn conspiracy theory – one that put the grassy knoll to shame.
I’d nearly convinced myself that Jill had been planning and plotting this thing all along until thankfully the gentle but firm squeeze of Gemma’s fingers on my hand brought me back to reality. My imagined thoughts of Jill’s plotting and conniving ebbing as I looked into the tender smile of the woman I’d just made love to.
“Sorry, I was a million miles away,” my dried tongue just about managed to say.
“It’s okay, sweetie. When Chris and I arranged this little video show for you, I honestly had no idea things would get quite so debauched and kinky so quickly over there. I honestly thought you’d just be looking at Jill getting it on with Chris and then the two of you could have a chat.”
“You may not have known, but you’re not telling me Chris had no idea. That he just happened to run into Rocco in the parking lot and invited him back for a coffee.”
I must have sounded bitter as the words dripped out, immediately feeling guilty as I saw the look on Gemma’s face. Realizing she thought I was accusing her of conspiring in this.
She managed to put her own hurt feelings to the side, squeezing my hand and giving me her best reassuring smile. “Dave, honey. I don’t think this thing was planned. Think about it, Chris is a smart guy. If he’d had this planned all along, he’d have hardly agreed to my suggestion of a live video-link up, would he?”
I wanted to stay upset and grumpy and find fault in Gemma’s reasoning, but I couldn’t and reluctantly agreed. “I guess,” I finally admitted, slowly allowing my sense of self-pity and hard-done-by anger to seep away.
“It’s just … well … what she just said. About always imagining this kind of thing, and that it’s actually even better than she imagined,” I admitted to Gemma, my strained face showing my hurt. “It’s really hard to hear that. It’s like Jill’s been keeping this a secret from me for all these years. That she always wanted it, but didn’t trust me enough to share it.”
Gemma’s previously tender look turned to one of mild amusement mixed with soft rebuke. “Don’t be silly, Dave. You’re reading all kinds of things into her words. I don’t think this is a big deal for her. Some kind of long-held fantasy. Chris just asked her a question and she gave him an answer. Don’t read too much into it …”
As Gemma’s words trailed off and I looked into her smiling face, I knew she was probably right. She chose just the right moment and the right tone to move things on. To allow me to put my self-pity back in the box.
Gently turning both our gazes back to the TV, Gemma giggled. “But even if she never really thought of it before, you have to admit that girl is having one hell of a sausage-fest over there. And she sure seems to be enjoying herself.”
I don’t know why, but something in Gemma’s humorous take on events sent my mind skimming back to the very first evening nearly four months ago when I’d looked on smiling as Jill and her three male admirers flirted at the BBQ we were hosting. My mind then fast-forwarding through all the subsequent events as we’d tip-toed into this new lifestyle. I felt a lump in my throat, realizing we might have started with tiptoes and baby-steps, but that things were now moving forward with giant-steps that were slightly disconcerting and very unplanned. A world away from the conversation Jill had started less than ten days ago about putting things on hold so as not to in any way risk our marriage.
I tried to speak, but Gemma could see I was still struggling. Intertwining her fingers in mine, she kissed my cheek. “Honey, remember, it’s just sex. Your sweet little wife enjoying a double-portion of hunky man meat, and like ninety-nine out of a hundred of us gals, she’s just flesh and blood and is getting double the fun. On cloud nine, loving it and enjoying a sexy new experience.”
Despite these nagging fears about how things might be moving out of control, there was something in Gemma’s experience and caring attitude that somehow damped down my fears and made me feel a whole lot better. Sensing my change in mood, this kind and caring woman who I’d only really known a few weeks stroked the side of my face and whispered in my ear. “So what do you say, shall we watch your naughty little wife enjoy her sexy romp with her two hunky admirers. Shall we watch her squeal and moan as they stuff her tight little married body with two big cocks and take her to heaven and back?”
And that’s exactly what Gemma and I did for the next hour or so. Jill soon enjoyed her first orgasm after Rocco had been fucking her strangely motionless body for around ten to fifteen minutes. I guess sandwiched between the two men and pinned down by the two cocks in her body, she was nervous to move and it was also physically challenging. So mostly she just moaned and sighed as Rocco’s shiny cock powered in and out of her body as she and Chris kiss continued to kiss.
After Jill had returned to earth from her intense climax, Rocco announced that he wanted Jill to turn over so that, in his own words ‘he could get more of the action’ with Jill. She rearranged herself slowly and carefully, but Jill seemed happy to do this as she stood up, turned and then lay back down on top of Chris, now facing upwards towards Rocco.
From the angles as Jill lay back down on him, I was pretty sure his big cock went into my wife’s pussy rather than her ass. With two of the three now settled, Rocco took hold of Jill’s legs and slid himself back into her body.
“Shit, that’s amazing. I never dreamed I could feel so full of cock. It’s like I’m in some kind of dream world. I never dreamed I could take two cocks in my pussy and that it would feel so damned good.”
Hearing this, I experienced a weird mix of emotions. Partly happy that Jill hadn’t been enjoying anal sex with other guys when I’d not been able to pleasure her in this way. Partly disappointed that Jill wasn’t quite being the ultimate little slutty hotwife that my deepest sub-conscious evidently wanted. But also experiencing a strange shiver of excitement at this horny and kinky new side the woman I loved so much was displaying.
Rocco grinned proudly at Jill’s words, leaning down and now able to kiss Jill in this new position, although Chris’s hands stayed in possession of Jill’s shapely big boobs as the other two kissed and Rocco started an in and out motion. Even though Jill’s mouth was covered by Rocco’s, I could clearly hear her moans of pleasure and excitement, with Rocco moving fast and going really deep with Jill’s legs hooked over his hairy and broad shoulders.
I think that image will stay etched in my mind forever. The sexiest and kinkiest thing I’d ever seen. The love of my life, mother of my children shiny red high heels high in the air making her look so vulnerable as she cried out as these two men took her at the same time. At that moment I knew there was nothing emotional in this thing, nothing to frighten me, it was just the purest and most lustful sexual event either Jill or I had ever been involved in.
This scene continued to play out for some time, with Chris and Rocco taking Jill in multiple positions bringing Jill to more orgasms than I could count. It was when Rocco had cum for a second time that he finally left the bedroom, giving Jill a parting kiss and a barely audible ‘see you tomorrow, sweetheart’.
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I guess the human heart, mind and nervous system can only stay at the limit for so long. The initial emotional mangle, brain freeze and knotted gut I’d initially felt as the three of them cavorted had died down by the time Rocco left the room.
With Gemma’s warm body snuggled next to mine and her soft hand stroking my erect cock, I’d finally returned to feeling calm with my paranoia and fears locked safely away. But this happy place didn’t last long as with Rocco now gone things moved into a different space between Jill and her handsome boss.
Jill had skipped naked to the door as she kissed Rocco goodbye and then skipped back to join her naked boss who was still sporting a very large and erect offering. Jill wasted no time as she sat astride her handsome boss and was so okay riding him like a particularly enthusiastic rodeo rider would ride her prize bull. I was glad no-one else was in the house and the neighbors were some way away because the moans and cries of Jill seemed to fill the room, paying tribute to the sound engineers who’s designed the TV.
Jill seemed to be doing much of the work herself, as she raised and lowered her gym-toned body up and down Chris’s long, fat cock. His shaft was glistening with Jill’s juices, and I could only imagine how good it felt for him. Lying there underneath my love-struck wife, cupping and squeezing her full and shapely breasts as she wrapped him in her pussy and rode up and down for their shared pleasure.
My feelings were back in danger zone, my paranoia and fears grinning back at me. This seemed very different from the three-person animalistic lusts I’d been watching just a few minutes ago. There seemed to be a closeness and intimacy that had been absent when Jill and Chris had been joined by a third person.
My mind started worrying about where this thing might lead in the next few weeks. We’d spoken enough these last few weeks that I knew she was loving both the newness of Chris and also the larger size of his cock. Stretching her wider and reaching deeper than the man she loved. The impassioned look on her face, her ragged breathing and her sobs and moans of pleasure told me just how much she was enjoying this.
Watching her like this, although she’d told me this trip was mainly about work, I’d have been less than human if I hadn’t wondered if this was really true. Everything about the way Jill was riding Chris and reacting to him told me she’d been transported to another world, lost in a world of desire and sexual fulfillment. Seeing Jill like this, and knowing she and Chris would likely be together for the next month, brought me out in a cold sweat. My cock was harder than I could ever remember, and my heart pumping at breakneck speed, but I also felt a gnawing fear in my gut. After a month of this, how easy would Jill find it to turn the clock back to the life she and I had shared before.
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Despite my fears, I was totally and utterly sucked into watching and listening to the sights and sounds of Jill and Chris making love in that hotel room nearly three thousand miles away. The house could have collapsed around me and I’d have been unaware, still rooted to the spot watching their shared ecstasy, wondering about possible long-term implications. It was only the squeeze of Gemma’s hand in mine that brought me back into the hear and now.
“Sorry,” I mumbled, apologizing as I was reminded there was a real flesh and blood woman in my bed who needed and deserved my attention.
“That’s okay,” Gemma smiled softly. “They put on quite a show, don’t they? They look good together, don’t they, Jill and her handsome boss.”
These weren’t the words I really needed or wanted to hear right then, but I couldn’t deny the truth of what Gemma was describing.
Gemma continued to squeeze my hand, snuggling up next to me as we watched together, the good-looking couple moving in almost perfect unison as Chris timed his upward thrusts to meet the needy downward motion of Jill’s hips. The crashing together of two bodies moving in opposite directions sending Chris’s big cock just that little deeper, making Jill’s lovely breasts bounce and swing just that inch or so more.
I was hypnotized, some part of me not wanting to watch, but unable to tear my eyes away from the intoxicating sight in front of me.
“It’s only sex,” Gemma whispered in my ear as if reading my mind and some of the deep-down worries I was trying to pretend didn’t exist.
Chris and Jill carried on like this for some time, one of them knowing they had an audience, one of them blissfully unaware as she rode her stallion higher and higher. Until she’d enjoyed two shattering orgasms before one final downward lunge as she cried out and took Chris’s scalding seed deep into her receptive body.
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If watching them together in the throes of passion had been like the hundred-yard dash, watching their quiet and intimate post-sex cuddling was like the pain and thrill of the marathon. Not as intense, but in many ways more bewitching with totally different pleasures and strains.
Jill was totally unaware that I was watching, as she lay on her side and gazed into Chris’s handsome face. Just as I’d gazed at Gemma several times that evening.
“Wow, that was amazing,” she cooed, her face flushed and her eyes wide with excitement, her guard down and totally open to the new man in her life.
“Better than last week?” Chris asked in an even tone.
“Yes, better than last week. Much better,” she grinned, only adding the ‘much better’ after a pause laden with thoughtfulness. Not a compliment idly added, but only offered to Chris when she’d thought about it and was sure.
“I wish we’d done this years ago,” Chris beamed. “You realize we’ve got five years to make up for, right?”
Jill giggled. “Five years ago, you were married.”
“Five years ago, you were married. You’re still married, yet here we are,” Chris replied, grinning in a way that Jill’s face instinctively mirrored.
“Well, Mr. Garner, don’t go getting any funny ideas now. I’ve got a husband who I love waiting at home for me. This is a strictly temporary arrangement, and I might add, only one which is happening because my loving husband gave me his blessing. So you’d better make the best of it over the next few days, before normal service is resumed back in Miami,” she teased, her smile hinting that this bleak picture of Chris’s future might not strictly be true.
“We’ll see, Mrs. Foster,” he replied, trying to look serious but not quite succeeding. “After all, I seem to remember my friend Dave dressing you up all nice and sexy for me and sending you into my arms last Tuesday.”
The flirting and game playing between these two friends was intense as Jill responded in kind, giving as good as she got. Smiling as she put Chris back in his place. “And just remember how that ended for you, Mr. Garner. I seem to remember you were my number two pick that evening. Despite your boyish charms, a definite second place to an older Italian gentleman.” Jill was marking Chris’s card, not to take her or anything they might do for granted. However much she’d just complimented him on their wonderful evening thus far.
The verbal jousting petered out, with Chris having the last word, smiling at Jill as he twisted a strand of her hair around his finger, “Well, at least I hope we can agree, better late than never!”
Jill said nothing, but she didn’t disagree, happy to rest on her elbow and look across at the man who’d been her boss for five years. Now her lover for the last week, and her planned full-time companion for the next month.
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For the next ten minutes, they were content to just kiss and gently explore each other’s bodies, as minute by minute Chris’s cock slowly started filling with blood and regaining its former hardness and size. Encouraged by the way they exchanged soft kisses, Jill’s hands touching his torso before dropping lower to encourage his manhood back to a state that was in line with her desires.
Jill helped Chris’s cock make the last part of the journey by slipping down the bed, easing his legs apart and then nestling between his muscular thighs as she used her hand and then her tongue and mouth to tease her boss and lover. Jill’s always been very enthusiastic and imaginative when it comes to oral sex. Before tonight, since she split with Callan at college, I’d been the lucky recipient of her enthusiasm and desire to explore. I felt a strange mix of excitement and loss as I saw her attack another man’s cock with her trademark moves and energy, subconsciously pushing my hips forward before realizing I was a few thousand miles too short.
The mixed feelings got more intense as Jill gave herself fully to the job until Chris’s semi-hard cock was back at its steel-hard best. Jill’s mood had changed. Last time she was happy to ride Chris, to be the one in control as she rode her man. This time she wanted something more submissive and intimate, rolling onto her back and spreading her thighs invitingly. Those red heels miraculously somehow still in place, strapped firmly on her feet.
Chris didn’t need to be asked twice, rolling over and taking up position between my wife’s legs before taking hold of himself and rubbing his cock-head up and down Jill’s pussy lips, causing her to moan and sigh as her boss teased her and made her wait.
“Mmmm … yeees … Mmmmm, feels so good. Come on, Chris, I want you inside me again. Don’t tease me so,” she begged, her voice much higher than normal as she impatiently waited for Chris to start round two.
Chris continued his teasing, with Jill’s moaning and mewling becoming louder and more insistent, pushing her hips upward to try and tease Chris inside her as he enjoyed the game and building up my wife’s needs.
I was so engrossed in what was happening that I’d totally forgotten Gemma’s presence again by my side in our marital bed. Forgotten until I felt her hand back on my own hardened cock. “I guess Jill was right, you have got it bad. You really do love watching your naughty wife playing her games with other guys.”
Despite my intensely mixed feelings, there was no point denying. Guilty as charged. My wide-eyed stare and rapt attention was proof positive, my rock hard-cock the closing argument for the prosecution. I turned to look at Gemma, suddenly feeling self-conscious and more than a little guilty at how far I’d fallen these last few weeks. At how much I was in love with this new game in our previously conventional marriage. Gemma kissed me softly, intuitively understanding what I was going through and my momentary self-doubt. “It’s okay, Dave. I get it, so does Jill. I’ve been through the same with Duncan. I still love him, don’t think any the less of him. In fact, I love him all the more for having the confidence he does and the way he loves and trusts me. You may find it hard to believe, but it’s really brought us closer as people, and as a couple.”
I loved this woman for the way she understood what I was going through, and the way she reached out to comfort me. Not with honeyed words or empty promises, but by sharing openly from her own experience and that of her very own Dave.
For moments we were happy just to look into each other’s eyes, no value in any extra words as what she’d said sank in and seeped down to soothe my doubts. Then I kissed her. “Thanks,” I told her, meant with deep affection as I pressed the off button on the TV.
Jill and Chris would still be there in half an hour. But for now, I wanted to concentrate all my feelings, thoughts and energy on this wonderful lady by my side. So generous, undemanding and understanding. Fully deserving of everything I could give back by way of thanks.
But even as we kissed and I savored the glorious feeling of being deep in her body, a shiver went through my body. A shiver at the thought of the conversation Jill and I would have to have later this week. When we discussed what I was comfortable with after this trial week of allowing Jill and Chris to be road-trip lovers. I dreaded the conversation we might end up having.
(Thanks again to cbears52 for his careful proofing.)
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Introduction: Please read Spanking and Sexual Awakening first, so that you will understand the relationship I had when I was young,with Judge Cooke. I have changed the names to protect the family. Please comment, PM me or email me [email protected] It excites me to read your comments As I have written in a previous story, Spanking and Sexual Awakening, most of my sexual education came from being in the home of my friend Sharon, whose Father was a Judge. This is a true account of another time I...
Introduction: You must read, Catching Judge Cooke under the stairs, to understand this story, as it is a continuation. The stories about Judge Cooke are true. We waited in Sharons Bedroom for Judge Cooke to come up to administer our punishment for disturbing him, while he was under the stair case fucking the young black woman that worked in the Kitchen. I wanted to talk to Sharons about what had happened. I wanted to ask her how she felt knowing that her Dad was cheating on her Mom. How she...
Introduction: I have had many emails regarding my stories. I would like to thank each of you. I thank all of you for your complements. ( For you Hariot) After Judge Cooke left the room, I wanted to talk to Sharon about what just happened. I wanted to know how it felt. Did she like it? I was hoping that she would turn over and face me, but she never did. I fell asleep, thinking the events were over. I dont know how long I slept. I awoke to a sound. The lamp was on and I could see clearly....
Introduction: As I have explained in my previous stories, Spanking and Sexual Awakening and Another time I was watching Judge Cooke this is another account of true events that added to my sexual knowledge Sharons Father, Judge Cooke provided most of my sexual knowledge . Later in life I realized that he had been kinky to say the least! I often wondered, why we never told anyone about the sexual events, but I guess we knew he was the ultimate authority. Today, was the same as most days,...
Hi everyone, so enjoying the winters, well how much good it feel if you get the chance for new encounter in such chilling month of Jan. Anyways I am not teasing anyone and just coming to story, well this is the incident which happened in new year party . This time I planned to celebrate the party in our own society and the main reason was the safety concern and also the hot and young bhabi whom I stare every day and was getting restless to at least fuck one among them. Even though I have many...
Letter 1 - Guilty By Accident Dear Judge, Now I was supposed to write you this and explain how come the woman I accidentally did was not illegally done after all. What she was turned out to be the party of the first part of the party. I been told I was supposed to use legal words because that is what the defrocked lawyer that went to a mail order law school and has a real diploma and everything and is in here on bad check charges said I should do. But I don't know any of that fancy lawyer...
As for Leanne, our divorce was now long final and shortly after the end of my trial her parents drove over from Cincinnati to pick up her stuff. About time! I suspect more than a few mice had burrowed into her clothing boxes to nest but that was her problem for letting the boxes sit for nearly a full year. She lived with her parents for a while, moved out and then became involved in an abusive relationship with a guy who soon tired of her shit too. Then she moved in with yet another guy who...
Pamela felt her pussy growing very wet as she tasted Judge Redding's cum spurting thickly down her throat. She swallowed eagerly, ensuring she didn't let a drop of his hot jism leak from her lips. Pamela bobbed her head up and down on the judge's large thick cock, letting him know she was eager to service him and take his hot first cumload. Pamela felt herself wanting to get him hard again as she loved the deep throaty moan of pleasure he let out when his balls released their first load...
That night Pamela could hardly wait for her husband, Stan, to arrive home from work. She met him at the door in the same outfit she'd worn to see Judge Redding in that morning. "Pamela, what have you been up to?" Stan asked as he could see in his sexy wife's eyes a hot lusty gleam that told him something very good was about to happen. "Wouldn't you love to know, honey?" Pamela asked coyly as she looked Stan directly in the eyes. "Would you like to know what your naughty wife has...
I got picked up by that very cute ebony teen girl, who had invited for the frat party tonightI didn't know her much, she s taller and very pretty with nice perky titiesI didn't understand what was going on, i was walking with her into a basement condominium and was wondering where was the partybut she knew exactly what she was doingthere was a party i could ear the musici got inside with her and was soon met by 2 of her cute black girl friend, bot in very sexy skirt , shaking my hand''you are...
Faculty parties are always a good way to make friends when ou start a degree in a city you just moved itthat was his pitch to get me at his faculty partywell i tought it wasbut this faculty had some pretty weird secret group who every semester , had this scheme going onI wasnt the only white guy , we were 4 when my floor neighbor and me got at the partybut no girls were there yet only some black guys friends of my next door dorm neighbor Alex I was i the living room talking with a white guy...
Laura had explained that she was intending to spin the story to her folks about needing some time to herself, and having gone to stay with a friend while she communed with nature. She’d find some way to gloss over not having gotten in touch for a month. I had real doubts about how well that was going to work out, but I reasoned that she knew them pretty well, way better than I did. She said that she wasn’t intending to give them any time to question her; she would be going onto the attack...
My friend Danny's wife Shelley is in her 30's, has big full breasts that look great on a petite woman of five feet three, and Shelley has a wonderful laugh and magnificent smile. She and I usually tease and flirt whenever I visit but have kept it cool until yesterday. Dan was in a shitty mood shaking off a whiskey drunk. A planned trip they had scheduled was going nowhere as he sat on the couch drinking water and yelling back at Shelley in the bedroom. He said, "go burn some good with her and...
Week one, Day one, continued: I finished my coffee, returned indoors, and looked through the spyhole on the door. Miss Gregson was clearly still not at all happy with the standard of accommodation on offer, and seemed to be voicing her poor opinion of me quite freely. She didn’t seem to have taken to me one little bit. I could pretty much hear what she was shouting through the door, and the volume got a whole lot louder when I donned the ski mask and cracked the door open. Oh boy! Seemed...
Week three Saturday morning, real early before dawn, I sneaked a whole pile of food, bottled water and a couple more books into her room while she was still fast asleep. With no sense of time other than the radio, I guessed her natural rhythms were screwed up. I’d seen the same in Iraq; when the bright electric lights were on day and night, and there were no windows to the outside, it was very easy to lose track of time. Heck, it was gonna be September in a couple of days; I’d have bet money...
Week Three, Friday evening I held up the two pots of ice-cream that I’d just taken out of the coldbox. “Hi, honey, I’m home. Sorry to have been so long. I’ve got a question for you. Two in fact. Do we eat the ice-cream right now before it gets any softer, and if so, do you want the pistachio or the double chocolate chip?” She grinned very widely. “Hi, Grey. I like them both. I think the pistachio, please, but I reserve the right to dig my spoon into your pot. Or maybe we could swap over...
I've known John forever, we were next door neighbours as k**s, played together, stayed over at each others houses, did almost everything together, i had 4 brothers, John was number 5, growing up we explored life together, including our bodies, just silly stuff lol, i showed him my knickers, that kind of c***dish stuff but it reinforced our relationship, we became, and still are, completely at ease with each other and trust each other 100%, as teenagers we helped each other through the hard...
Introduction: Sarah 9 this is a dark fantasie of my own, this story is not for the weak minded so please dont read it if you dont like young rape and dark fantasies. My name is Sarah, I have long auburn hair hazel green eyes Im 5ft1 short and slim with pale white skin and freckles on my cheeks and arms. I was 9 when my life utterly changed. My family was moving to Toronto from Montreal, we were listening to led zeppelin of course my dads favorite band when the moving truck spun out of control...
I was always told to stay out of trouble. Ever since growing up I always made sure of that. I had just turned 18 a few months before and was walking home from a mates birthday. I was on cloud nine having just arranged a date with a very attractive girl. I couldnt control my emotions as I skipped down the street. I guess if I was thinking better I would have chosen a better way to walk home. But I didnt.I took the mistake of walking through the park, then the council estate. Bridging the two was...
The idea behind this story actually came from an episode of a show I watched almost 10 years ago. I remembered it last night, and wrote it this morning. Comments, questions, or criticism can be directed to [email protected] or [email protected] The Sketchbook By Allison Voorhees I was drawing a portrait of Christy, my girlfriend, in art class. She was standing over my shoulder as I shaded the strands of honey-colored hair that ran down her shoulders. "Are...
Tuesday 29th May 2018Always that disconcerting feeling. Waking up in a strange room. Your first few seconds spent disoriented and confused, trying to work out where you are. Memory and then location seeping back into your brain as the sleepy synapses do their jobs, linking neural pathways like rusty points on a foggy railroad as thoughts surface and link. ‘LA … Nighttime … Shitty day gone … Shitty day ahead … Jill. Jill!’As I looked at the insistent and flashing little screen, the microcurrent...
Wife LoversWhile her husband was getting the boys to think about sex, and getting them over to the house, Linda was going over all sorts of subjects with her girls, both new and old. First on the list was the question "Are all of you taking the vitamins I issued to you?" The "vitamins" she was referring to were birth control pills she got from Phil Jenson, the pharmacist who worked at the local drug store. Phil traded her the pills for sex, pure and simple. He liked anal sex, and his wife did not....
Sunday 5th November 2017 My wonderful husband Dave left off the last chapter describing our decision to call a pause in the newly liberated lifestyle we’d just started tasting. I say our decision, but that’s a little unfair. It was basically my decision, which Dave was happy to support as he made clear to me that he didn’t want to carry on with our new lifestyle if I had any doubts. (He also made clear that he found watching me with other guys incredibly erotic, but that was as nothing compared...
Wife LoversSaturday 9th June 2018 It was a long walk down the street, past the long strip of bars, clubs and low-end stores and eateries. Following behind Jill’s shapely swaying ass, it struck me how this long walk was some kind of a metaphor for the long walk we’d been on as a couple this last year. I knew the literature-loving part of Jill would have laughed at the thought, probably finding a way to top my joke with one of her own.But Jill was walking a little too far ahead of me for me to call out to...
Wife LoversSaturday 26th August 2017Just over a month had passed, since out of the corner of my eyes, I’d observed Craig, Byron, and Callan rutting as three stags for the attentions of my sexy, but spoken for, wife.Jill and I were snuggled in bed enjoying a quiet and activity-free Saturday morning in bed. No lifts, sports matches, or driving lessons. The well-earned tranquility of proud parents whose kids were making their way in the world, at college or in the world of work. Coffee was steaming, the...
Wife LoversAfter meeting Reinna when I was 19 yrs old and later some of her girlfriends. I had the opportunity to spend time with them, would go to The Motherlode during the daytime and spend hours with them. San Francisco is multicultural, girls either moved there or would visit. San Francisco was very optimistic and a safe haven for TSs, Transvestites and Crossdressers whom experienced discrimination or came from homophobic and transphobic locations.In the Tenderlion District they were embraced and...
Every year at least twice the judge left the courtroom and flew to an erotic island in the Atlantic to her favorite nude sex resort. Here she could lie naked and watch and be watched. She stayed three weeks and a few times had stayed longer. Every night she would bring a man of her choice to her room for good hard sucking and fucking. Today she was laying with her big tits oiled and her legs spread as she watched the other guests play naked in the pool. No one wore clothes not even the workers....
Sunday 12th May 2019It had been a long nine days.A very long nine days.The last nine days had marked the crescendo of a two-year period that had turned our marriage upside down. I’m one of those people who enjoys classical music but doesn’t know all the technical terms. But the last two years reminded me of one of those classical pieces which starts incredibly slowly and builds, bit by bit, through various levels of drama until a noisy and unbearable climax assails the audience that has been...
Wife LoversThis story was written as a serial story in my Yahoo group over a period of several months. When I first started the story, I had absolutely no idea where it was going to go from there. The Green Book By Morpheus Part 1 Matt frowned as he looked at the pile of clutter, which was spread out before him. The whole attic was absolutely full of it, of boxes, crates and countless other items, all of which were covered in dust and hadn't been touched in years. And unfortunately it...
Saturday 9th June 2018 “Give them some time, honey,” Dee’s soft Southern accent suggested. As her eyes looked into mine, trying to keep me from looking past her at the sight of my wife disappearing off into the night with a man other than her husband. Jill and my evening together was ending pretty much as it had started; with her hand-in-hand with this new man who’d burst into our lives over what now seemed a lot more than a week. I could only see her back and the sensual and exaggerated sway...
Wife LoversTo most people I'm a saint. I’ve had my share of hanging out with friends in bars, but the one night stand just never worked out for me. When I met my husband at 27 (pretty late) he was my first. My first kiss, my first time and I’ve never experienced anything with anyone else before or since. We’ve tried a few things, but nothing crazy. I've had fantasies of course, but they're just that fantasies, and unlike my husband who seems incapable of going 24 hours without getting a hard on twice,...
DON'T JUDGE A BOOK BY ITS COVER Even before we were married Roxy liked to play a little game with me. At first I didn't like it, only because it felt wrong, but as time went on and it became more sophisticated, I found my inhibitions vanishing and I got to actually like it. 'It' was dressing me up in her clothes. "Time for you to get dressed, Michelle," she would say to me, using the feminine form of my name Mike. I would then allow myself to be treated like a life sized 'Barbie'...
THE TEMPLAR BOOK By GENEVA In early 14th century France, as part of his plan for revenge on a rival family for the destruction of his own family, a young man tries to use a magic book saved from the destruction of the Knights Templar. There are some unexpected results. START The time is the early 1300's. I remember that afternoon when I met my uncle and this started. I was practicing close quarter fighting with my friend Jean. Both of us were armed with wooden swords, and...
The BookwormPrologue---------------A bookstore.The clock on the wall behind the counter tinged five times. Quitting time for the day, and the beginning of a long weekend. As the remaining customers queued up at the register, Susan checked them out, confidently stacking and sacking whatever the customer had selected. Totally at home with literate people, she kept up a friendly stream of conversation..."Good evening, Mrs. Harrison. Find what you wanted?" "They say that is a very good read,...
BDSM by the Book By Stefani Moore I was rather slow when it came to dating. My love life moved at glacial speed until I met my wife. In high school I was skinny and too short to be any good at sports. At school and in the town I grew up in, outside Sioux City, I got pushed around a lot by other boys, all of which translated into a lack of confidence. Particularly around women. When I got to college I felt like I was the only virgin on campus. I heard other...
Introduction: Mark and Mary are off to New York to get their hands on the Magicks of the Witch of Endor while Brandon is in France to get his hands on another copy. The Devils Pact by mypenname3000 Copyright 2013 Chapter Twenty-seven: The Book Visit my blog at www.mypenname3000.com. The fire crackled in the clearing, fiery sparks rising up into the air like tiny souls. Tonight was Thursday, the Twentieth of June. The Summer Solstice. The coven assembled around the bonfire, all ten women...
by mypenname3000 Copyright 2013 Chapter Twenty-seven: The Book Visit my blog at www.mypenname3000.com. The fire crackled in the clearing, fiery sparks rising up into the air like tiny souls. Tonight was Thursday, the Twentieth of June. The Summer Solstice. The coven assembled around the bonfire, all ten women stripped naked, their bodies painted orange and red by the firelight. Ready to worship their Goddesses. After Lilith freed us from Mark Glassner's control and we pledged...
Andrea gave a long sigh. "Jeez, Markus, why are we here at a stupid bookstore? This is boring!" "Not everything is sex, Andrea," Markus replied. "I'm here to get you to at least try and develop yourself a bit, damn it." "Dear, the only way I want to develop is going through all the positions with you, you know that! Missionary is so boring, so then we switch to the more fun ones! Especially if I'm the one with the cock." She looked away from Markus, her gaze looked dreamily into the...
BY THE BOOK By Geneva In the late fifties I was twentyone, and just graduated from college. I'd been slow in getting a job lined up, and as I really wanted a break anyway, I went back to visit my sister Ellen in the family home. Ellen was the only one at home. Our father had been killed nine years previously in Korea, and our mother had died of cancer when I was still a freshman at college. Mom and Dad hadn't been rich, but Dad's parents had left us with some money in their...
I love playing games with Lisa, she is so good at the roles and we enjoyed a quiet evening until I got an alert from Anika that an enquiry had come through for another AirBNB booking. I logged on to see the following message:“Good evening, sorry for short notice but need to book your room for tomorrow evening, too s**tty and forgot, I am a 23yo medical student and in town for a conference on Tuesday and loved your easy going and friendly profile. I do drink (will bring wine) and smoke (happy to...