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Caged

Can you resist the temptation of your wife's infidelity? The allure of her denial? Can you defy your very nature? I think not...

“Are you thinking about me? Thinking about what I’ve just been doing?” She stroked the hard plastic through my trousers. Her lips brushed my ear. “Is it your cock you imagine inside me, hmm, or his?” My heart quickened. She kissed me. “Are you excited whe...

Hotwife With Massive BWC (True Story)

We meet a massive BWC and I take the whole thing right in front of my hubby!

My husband and I got into swinging almost immediately after we met each other. Both of us had been married before, and both of us had been cheated on. I, in turn, cheated on my previous cheating husband. From day one we bonded heavily over the thought of...

A Change In The Rules

This could openup a whole new world for my wife and me.

We had been to swinger parties before. Hotel parties, house parties, swinger clubs; hell, we've even hosted parties ourselves. So, we were not new to the swinger lifestyle. Generally, it was the same. My wife, Linda, and I would talk to another couple and...

Adventures in Open Marriage Part 18 - A Hotwife Explores while Hubby Adores

Passions with new partners ignite, as winter turns to spring

As I watched my wife, Anne, and George drive away, I was experiencing mixed feelings of extreme arousal and jealousy. It aroused me to imagine my wife taking George's thick, black cock into her well-used but still tight little pussy. At the same time, I w...

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The Pass Out

I try to work out a way to let the 'genie out of the bottle'.

I awoke with a start, my head slightly foggy from the fact I’d been sound asleep for three hours or so. I checked the other side of the bed but it was empty. My wife, Tara, wasn’t back yet. Blinking, I looked at the clock on the bedside table. It read 3.1...

Olivia slipped on a silk red nightgown with furry, white trim that barely covered her shapely ass, fell seductively off her shoulders, and clung to her curves in all the right places. She donned a Santa hat with the word ‘NAUGHTY’ embroidered on the white...