Tuesday afternoon, Bill and I took lunch together at a local cafe. We had not talked after our encounter on Sunday, and Bill seemed a little nervous at first. Once I started discussing how hot it was to watch him play with my wife, he relaxed. I did not mention that my wife knew it was him, and he assumed he had been able to slip his protected cock into her while she thought it was me. The next topic was, of course, Shirl...

“So one day, my wife and I were busy fucking …” It wasn’t strictly true, we weren’t quite actually fucking, but we were teasing each other, and I jokingly asked her if she ever fantasized about having two cocks to play with at the same time. She grinned and said, “Well, duh! Who doesn’t?” Well, me generally speaking, for one, but the thought of my sweet Jennifer sinking her pussy onto a new cock … I found myself curiously...

Sunday morning, Bill was full of smiles. Shirley had noticed the open curtain, and the thought of showing off turned her on. Bill didn't think she had seen me, and I didn’t correct him. He knew, however, that the thought of being seen turned her on. I asked him about his lack of protection, and Bill admitted that they had taken a little risk, as Shirley was due to ovulate on Tuesday. .. Monday afternoon, I was finishing a...

Chapter 2: "Sunday night, I put on some good Flamenco guitar that Bill had recommended to us, and was just finished wrapping the blindfold on my wife when I felt the air move slightly from Bill opening the door. I immediately went around the corner to tend the food. I wanted Bill to see my wife, naked, helpless in front of him, pussy open and inviting... " Chapter 3 Sure enough, when I came back a couple minutes later, Bi...

“So one day, I and my wife were busy fucking …” It wasn’t strictly true, we weren’t quite actually fucking, but we were teasing each other, and I jokingly asked her if she ever fantasized about having two cocks to play with at the same time. She grinned and said, “Well, duh! Who doesn’t?” Well, I don’t, for one, but the thought of my sweet Jennifer sinking her pussy onto a new cock … I found myself curiously turned on. Je...

Chapter 1 Ending: The next night, after I tied her up and blindfolded her, I told her I was opening the shade so Bill could watch us fuck. She moaned, and I went to put the onions on the stove, then opened the window. Sure enough, Bill was just coming out of the house next door. I went back to the stove, keeping myself just out of sight of the window. I wanted Bill to see my girl, seemingly alone, tied down, blindfolded,...

Chapter 1 She is a freak in the sheets, on top, on bottom, in the kitchen, wherever she can bare her sweet blonde pussy, she'll be trying to work my dick into her. I love her, and I love her lovin'. In the heat of passion, I have jested that maybe she needs an extra cock or two to keep her satisfied. She knows I jest and would never share her, but I have noticed that she cums extra hard when I push the fantasy, "What if t...

Ashley should have mentally drained after a long week of employer-sponsored training, the endless monotony of high-tech lectures, and computerized e-learning quizzes. Instead, as she made her way back up to the hotel's elevator, awake and maybe even sexy. She was going home the next day, but tonight she looked forward to her last night away from home. I, of course, knew none of this, but as I stroll down the ornate, plush...

 It's a beautifully warm and sunny day as I walk up your short driveway with a small, paper bag of tomato seeds in my hand. I can see that you and your husband are both home by the cars parked in the shade. Your husband is inside, watching the pregame, judging by the sounds emanating quietly from the open living room windows. In the back, your weeding makes enough noise that you didn't hear my feet crunching the fine grav...

The sun is warm on our backs as we walk down to the dock. A few dollars, a smiled thank you, and we are walking up the boarding ramp. There's almost nobody here. The gulls call out in the humid air, and the weight of my camera sits damply on my side. The boat is a warship. "Old Ironsides," whose wooden walls bounced cannonballs. It still has some of the original wood in places. It's beautiful, and smells of the sea. The w...