Trish thrashed in her bed as she flogged her pussy with the large, life-like dildo she affectionately named “Mr. Pearson''. It had been over a month and she still couldn’t get him out of her head. Their encounter at work was a high point for Trish’s sex l...
Daniel sighed heavily as he walked through his front door, slamming it behind him. He climbed the stairs to his bedroom and shed his corporate uniform of business casual attire. After shedding his khakis and polo shirt he stared into the mirror and admire...
Clouds began to gather in their usual late afternoon fashion, blocking out the tanning rays of the sun. My wife Heather looked over at me, “ ...looks like pool time is over” she sighed with obvious disappointment in her voice. I began to pick up our pool...
Steve's thrusts became more urgent, and he became more vocal. "Oh God, I'm going to cum… Oh… Oh… I’m coming!" Heather quickened her pace and rubbed her clit, I stroked furiously, accidentally taking a step into our bedroom. Steve moaned out, shooting rop...
Heather and I had issues in our marriage, primarily due to our own insecurities and the new challenges of being parents. We did not handle it well. I let myself go and didn't care for her emotionally or physically. Heather, on the other hand, sought to re...
Trish twirled in the mirror, examining her naked form. She managed a forced smile, then shrugged her shoulders and walked to her dresser. Choosing a red lace push up bra and matching thong panties, she stepped into the scant underwear and pulled them up s...
Heather and Will hadn't seen each other for a almost three weeks, except for a couple “quickies”. Will would drop by after work and we would immediately retire to the bedroom for a hard, fast fuck. While Heather still seemed satisfied, I didn't enjoy watc...
Heather slowly opened her eyes, her legs lewdly spread across the bed. Her hair was plastered to her forehead and a combination of sweat and oil gave her skin a glow in the late afternoon sunlight that streamed through the bedroom window now that the rain...
It was Wednesday evening at our favorite little dive bar; I was having dinner with my wife, Heather. I enjoyed a nice microbrew, my wife having her usual vodka and soda. We talked about our day, the kids, the bills, weekend plans… the usual long-married c...
