Hello. Catherine here. Here's a little story about a church lady and her big, black Priest. Gregory and I met Father Carlucci when he succeeded his predecessor, Father McMurphy, at St. Mary’s Catholic church. This story is about my first confession with Father Carlucci. Father McMurphy was elevated to Bishop McMurphy and received a new post in Rome, Italy. The congregation was overjoyed to hear the news but sad to see him...

It was Valentine’s Day, and I couldn’t wait for Gregory to get home. His homecoming was the highlight of every day, but Valentine’s Day was special. Tonight, I planned a special dinner and a sexy surprise for my man. It was the biggest surprise I ever gave him, and I wasn't sure if he would like it. This morning’s torrid wake-up call left me craving more. I wore a short red sundress and red lace panties to turn him on whe...

We were driving to church. Catherine slid across the seat, pulled my cock out, and engulfed it in her mouth. I fisted her hair and fucked her face. In the parking lot, she whimpered as I pulled her face off my dick. I lay back against the door, my cock pointing straight up. I knew what she craved. She pulled her soaked panties off, crawled on top, and put me in her sweet pussy. Catherine impaled herself on my thick rod. "...

The Nature Trail at Snyder Park was open, so Catherine and I decided to go for a hike. We locked her purse in the trunk, grabbed a couple of bottles of water, and headed down the three-mile trail. It was warm and breezy, a beautiful day to enjoy the sights and sounds of the tropical forest. I was lightly dressed in a fishing shirt, shorts, and boots, while Catherine wore a sundress and sneakers. The trail itself was an el...

This story is about the first time I went commando in a skirt and ended up begging for cock. I must admit, the reason I do it is because I’m a shameless slut who gets turned on by flirting with men and teasing them. My ankle bracelet says Hot Wife, and it doesn’t lie. I enjoy giving men hard-ons by dressing provocatively and flashing them glimpses of my well-turned cheeks and pretty blonde kitty. It stokes my ego, knowing...

Gregory has never been a morning person. I act as his alarm clock to ensure he gets up in time for the day’s activities. Gregory awoke every day with his morning wood throbbing in my hot, wet mouth, receiving one of my signature blowjobs. The first thing he feels every morning is his cock being swallowed by me. A few minutes later, he shoots a sizable load down my gulping throat. I decided to spice things up for Gregory’s...

I was out of gas. Gregory told me to top off before I left Dallas. I was in a hurry to get on the road, so I blew off the gas station. I thought I had enough gas to get to Houston; I had made the trip before with less. Now, I would never hear the end of it. My friend, Daisy, had broken her leg while skiing in Colorado. I went to pick her up at the airport and helped her get situated. We didn’t realize how difficult it is...

Hey, all! Well, yesterday was certainly an interesting day. It began like any other day: I eagerly greeted the day with Gregory’s morning wood in my mouth, satisfying my craving for his thick, creamy goodness, before making breakfast and seeing him off to work. He told me he’d be home early to receive a new poker table. The furniture company scheduled delivery and assembly around lunchtime. I had a few boxes of Christmas...

A few months ago, I decided to upgrade my six-player poker table. Our table was more than adequate for games up to six players, but the two-player games that Catherine and I played after the other players left necessitated the upgraded table. We had a small group of guys who loved to play poker on Thursdays. We took turns hosting the card games, with our wives acting as servers during the game. Six of us got together on p...

We chatted online and arranged to meet for coffee. I knew the place Sondra had chosen, so I arrived early for a quiet table where we could talk. I was pleased to see Mila, my favorite barista, was working today. “Good morning, Mila. You're not too busy today, I see.” “Good morning, sir. School’s out today, so everybody’s sleeping in. What are you having today?” “I have a coffee date. I want a quiet table, please.” “Right...

Catherine's favorite night of the year was Christmas Eve. She believes there's a slice of time somewhere between sunset on Christmas Eve and dawn on Christmas morning when all is right with the universe. I liked to think she was right. Catherine was a terrific wife and did her best to please me, so Christmas brought her a holiday surprise. She had always been a massive fan of Santa Claus, and I knew she had a mile-wide Sa...

Hey, all. Catherine here. I have a little story you might like about shaving. I've always kept myself nice and neat, trimmed but furry. The first man who asked me to shave it clean was Greg. Honestly, I had never considered it before now. My ex loved to bury his face in my blonde fur and drive me insane with his tongue. He never asked me to shave, and the subject never came up. I kept it trimmed around the bikini line, bu...

It was the day before Christmas, and Santa's workshop was at fever pitch. The elves spent the day loading the sleigh to the limit and hitched up the reindeer. Mrs. Claus walked Santa to his sleigh. "Now, be careful, dear. You know how I worry." Mrs. Claus's name was Gertrude, but he called her Trudi. "Yes, Trudi. NORAD will have me on the radar to direct traffic around me. Will you be a good girl until I get back?" Mrs. C...

Catherine and I moved to South Florida after Hurricane Andrew destroyed Homestead in 1992. By the time we arrived in October, the debris had been largely cleaned up, and rebuilding had begun. We got a place in Ft. Lauderdale, where I went to work in construction, and Catherine worked in a local bookstore. Like tourists, we spent our free time seeing the sights from Palm Beach to Key West. The summer weather was hot and hu...

We were living in Fort Lauderdale and decided to check out the shops along the beach. We found a parking lot across the street and parked the car there. Greg always had a doobie rolled, so he fired it up and we listened to Kid Rock on the radio while we smoked. It was that crypto weed again and soon I had a good buzz going. We browsed the shops along A1A across from the beach itself. People were there from around the worl...