The new house was what we had always aimed for but the work involved in getting it to the state we wanted proved to be greater than anticipated.Exhausted, we had barely enough strength to kiss each other goodnight before submitting to the arms of Morpheus that night. So I was surprised and somewhat annoyed to be woken by Harry's grunting; grunting as when we were enjoying the culmination of a long session of intense love...

“Oh how could he, how could he?” Sabby felt tears well up in her eyes and her temper rise as she watched her husband Rob's bare butt thrust forward again sending the dick that she had experienced so many, many times doing for her what it was doing now for the naked female lying on “their” bed. At thirty-two years of age Susanne Andrea Belvoysan, SAB or Sabby to her friends, felt that her husband's behaviour would cause he...

It was early, yet already the sun's rays were bathing my body in its warmth. With the prospect of a burning hot day ahead I had taken the opportunity to go to the white sands of the beach to relax and feel nature, in the guise of the sunlight, the air and the water, flow over me. I wandered aimlessly at the water's edge pleasuring in the fluidity of the sand as the sea infiltrated it and tried to entice my feet to lead me...

My boss Ray was paying me well over the odds for the extra work I was doing for him in the evenings. And so he should, I was providing home pleasure the like of which he had to admit he had never enjoyed at home. Sex between us was so exciting, we fucked anywhere we chose; on his desk, in the men's toilets, in the women's toilets, the copier room, even in a filing cabinet. Even my husband benefited from my illicit sexual...

I am not supposed to like what I am doing right now let alone enjoy it, but the truth is I am enjoying it, so much so that I truly believe that I could become addicted. There is no love between myself and the guy that is now pounding my pussy, he wants me just for sex, nothing else, and that suits me fine. Ostensibly, all I want from him is his money, but I do have to admit to myself that more and more I am enjoying havin...

“ Yes, yes fuck me” I demand. Just how far can I push this guy I am determined to find out. If he doesn’t like it he can fuck off. After all we met just a while ago in the disco that blares out loud garage above us. I've been to this area of the club before, at first as an employee at the lowest level; a run-around, do this do that girl, then many times as a paying customer. This area is not accessible to the punters but...

My dream was coming true... actually what was happening was beyond my wildest dreams.The sensation of her mouth enveloping my cock; a cock that was almost painfully hard. Watching my wife, Ann, sucking more and more hard flesh into her mouth as I lapped the musky taste of pussy milk and nibbled on the protruding nub of clitoris.Ann's eyes were shut tight as she relished the texture, the heat, the hardness and the girth as...

On the tip of my tongue were the words “fuck off, pervert”; not particularly lady-like but it usually has the required effect. However from the corner of my eye the frotteur looked slightly interesting if somewhat different.As usual the underground train was squashed with the 'sardines' that made up the commuters of the early morning rush hour. Packed so tightly that one could hardly breathe, and if one did it was air tha...

I wondered if I should dump the evidence of my self indulgence. Standing by the supermarket car-park trash bin I pull the plastic bag from my shopping bag. Inside is crumpled a pair of my favourite panties the crotch of which was now sodden with my vaginal juices.Should I discard them or risk taking them home where my sister-in-law would be bound to find them and embarrass me in front of the family by asking why they were...

"Why 'Jazzy'"? The voice startled her from her reverie. Her eyes refocused from the desirable dress in the shop window to the images reflected in the glass. Vanity dictated that she assessed and approved her own reflection before discovering the source of the voice. The figure-hugging pants accentuated her slim hips and small waist; her breasts were emphasized by a tight 'Jazzy' Tee. Involuntarily, her hands tugged, smoot...

Oh my! Have I been too hasty?I should have told him that I'd think about it for a week or so.The reality of what I had done started to burn itself into my brain: a nineteen-year-old guy whom I had only contacted once before in a chat room; my eight-year marriage to Steve. Now I was risking so much in agreeing to meet the guy because he had flattered me and told me that he was enthusiastic about my writing.I had even mista...

A Small GiftWhy had the mail man winked so suggestively as he handed her the parcel! He had pointed to the store label prominent on the packaging. Vicky certainly wasn't expecting a delivery and didn't recognize the store name.In the house she located the letter opener and slit open the wrapping. Inside was a nondescript small black box devoid of any hint as to its contents.With anticipation the lid was eased open; Vicky...

A Horny Shopper “ Aaaaahh”, he stood at the corner urinal and began to empty his over-full bladder. The tourist bus had pulled in to the French supermarket car-park at the insistence of many of the passengers after the on-board toilet had become faulty and many a bladder had threatened to burst. It didn’t help to be last off the bus due to trying to chat-up the little blonde he had his eye on, then being last in the queue...

THE LOVERS Despite the blanket of snow outside, the heat inside me makes me want to open the car window. The arm around me holds us close and our mouths are locked in a kiss that is far more advanced than we have ever exchanged prior to this moment. Yes, we had started as most do, as friends brushing cheeks in greeting; each partner doing the same. As our friendship grew the greeting developed to include a hug then our li...

Just five or six miles more thought Angela. The huge snowflakes swirled over the bonnet and hit the windscreen, where it built up outside the area swept by the wipers. Twice before she had stopped to clear the screen as the wiper arc got smaller and smaller. The driver found herself mesmerized by the snow's movement, having difficulty in seeing beyond it. The speedometer informed her - 10 miles per hour. Face close to the...