The wedding was perfect; Cherise was so happy and thanked me for being her friend and confidant. I was so glad she found her true love and hoped they lasted forever. There were plenty of pretty people at the wedding and reception, mostly Eric's relatives, who must have heard about the bachelorette party and gave me the stink eye as the story spread during the reception. Screw them! We had fun, and I met Vicki. Plus, my de...

After Debbie left and I got into bed, I thought about how we interacted. I'd experimented in college but gave that up when I met Frank. The girls I was with mainly wanted to see my boobs. We were usually drunk and experimenting, and most didn't want to talk about it the next day. My parents would have cut off my college funds if I had brought a girl home or come out to them. I don't have any regrets about my choices. I've...

When mom let the two girls in, I wondered what was happening. I'd asked for men, and two girls showed up. I told my guests to wait while I found out what was going on. I went into the kitchen, and one of the girls was on the phone, belittling someone. I learned it was the dispatcher from the agency, so I asked if I could talk to them. The dispatcher explained the mix-up and offered me a discount or to reschedule. I couldn...

I was on my knees between my husband’s legs; his pants were down, and one of my hands stroked his cock. My other hand was playing with my clit and rubbing my wetness all over my pussy lips. “Here’s how this will work,” I told him, catching his attention. One of my fingers plunged inside my pussy, making me moan on his hardness as my mouth went all the way down his shaft, devouring and savoring it. Pulling my lips off the...

Getting caught masturbating can be a harrowing, embarrassing experience; at least it was for me. It wasn’t that I got caught by my brazenly slutty, swinger mother on the couch, watching Star Trek the Next Generation, with my hand in the proverbial cookie jar. It was that the very next day she sat my very embarrassed and shamed ass down for “a talk.” I remember it clearly. The talk began with, “Kryssi.” She always calls me...

We drove the short distance to April’s hotel and while she was inside, I looked up the directions to the community market. After about ten minutes she came back out dressed in a nice pair of jeans and a snug top that showed off her body very nicely. “If I didn’t know better,” I said, “I’d say you are on the prowl.” “What?” she exclaimed, “I like to dress comfortably and this is comfortable. You, sir, have a dirty mind.” “...