I’m a fifty-five-year-old married man. Call me Stan for this story. I retired several years ago from government work. I now drive a limousine and referee volleyball. I have been a volleyball referee for fifteen years. I'm certified for the club, high school, and college-level games. I don’t need the money and referee for fun and exercise. The eye candy isn’t bad. Something about a college-age beauty, wearing tight shorts...
Many have read my stories, but many don't know what my personal life looks like, it is time to change that. Forget sister wives, well maybe I have one, but how about brother husbands? That's right, three amazing guys, and two hot sexy women living together raising a family, and having mind-blowing sex. Sounds crazy, but it is my reality. Let me introduce the main players and we will start sharing steamy stories from each...
Louise Betts spent most of Thursday pondering whether to announce to her husband Ian that evening that she was seeing someone else. The someone else was Geoff Wright who at fifty-six was three years younger than Louise and they had only met less than two weeks previously. They had had two wonderful sexual encounters and both Louise and Geoff wanted much more and had already mentioned the possibility of living together. Th...
Fifty-nine-year-old Louise Betts didn't need vast amounts of alcohol to let herself go at the monthly dances in the local community hall and she was currently throwing herself about to the 1960's track that the onstage group were playing. She was too young to have identified with the music at the time but she had really got into it in her later years. The trouble was that when Louise let herself go on the dance floor she...
I never imagined myself being as outgoing as I was last Friday night. In fact, many would tell you that I lead a rather dull life. And at the age of twenty-two, that is a little sad. Oh, I have friends, lots of them. But when we hang out I am usually the last one on the dance floor and the first one to sit back down. I must admit, reading my own description of my social life makes me want to fall asleep. “Come on, Claudia...
My job is my favourite. Having sex all day, teaching random men how to please a woman for the first time. Best of all, my face is hidden. All you see when you come inside, my legs spread, my pussy hole stretched out and dripping from my previous student. Something about being an innocent man's first learning experience turns me on. Fresh cock, fresh tongue inside of me. I can tell when a man is fucking a lady for the firs...
The first thing Ben did the following day was to look at his iPad. No mail from Christine had arrived, but there was a brief text from Erika. Before the breakfast shift, Erika must have checked their iPad if Ben had posted a wished-for message to her. He, with all his aroused senses focused on Christine, had not done so. Erika’s reprimand, therefore, hit home: To Ben: - “Feel neglected, while C. glows. Very suspicious!!!...
Twenty-one-year-old James Raeburn and his mother's Spanish cleaning lady, Maria Ramos, had had some great sex after realising the attraction that they had for each other, and both wanted more and plenty of it. Maria was aged fifty-eight and although she had become a friend to James's mother Elizabeth during the ten years that she had worked for her neither Maria nor James thought that Elizabeth would look kindly on the tw...
Cheryl Bancroft was an attractive fifty-year-old woman who ran a seaside gift shop that she owned in conjunction with her husband Dennis. It was just about at the end of the very busy summer season, although the weather was still warm, and the shop plus the town itself was becoming considerably less busy.Cheryl, who was wearing quite tight trousers which accentuated what was a rather large backside, was pottering about in...
Having been thrown together again by chance after fifteen years, Amala Gupta and Patrick Lawton fully intended to stay in touch and to meet if and when possible. Their homes and jobs were about eighty miles apart and they were both very busy workwise, but they were sure that they would be able to get together again at some point. Over the days that followed their time together, they had frequent phone conversations and o...
I’ve been too depressed to do much. Seems I work, go home to do the domestic stuff, and hope my man suggests some sort of lifestyle fun. Other than husband sex, it’s been mainly a boring Autumn.We did meet Tebs and Amanda (read about them in an older journal entry) on Black Friday and that was a brief break from this Covid-world daily boredom. I do love them and it’s good to see my guy get his fuck on, too. But I needed s...
Lorraine and Alan Robertson's marriage had become very rocky and Lorraine had originally booked a few days in a country cottage in the hope that the marriage could be revived. By the time of the holiday, the marriage had declined further and the holiday looked like being a waste of time and money.They had been arguing on the journey to the cottage and were hardly speaking when they arrived, but the owner of the cottage, M...
I write this journal entry feeling as sore as I’ve ever been — yet very happy. I wish I could cut and paste an email and a messaging conversation to help you understand how this went off. I’m really so sore that I can’t sleep and so I’ve got up to write this. What happened was like something straight out of a great porn film and it disappoints me that I can’t tell anybody in my life all about it.It really began well befo...
It had been a while for me, especially after following a period weekend with no party, and I was fixated on having some fun. Sometimes, you know, a girl needs action and she can’t wait for the next party. And husband sex certainly won’t cut it. I‘ve had good luck with a particular website and I always keep a watch on there for something or someone that might come in useful. For more than a year, I’ve watched a guy on cam...
I gave him my hand and he kissed it softly making my heart beat faster. “I love you Clark Brooks, with all of my heart and soul. Will you marry me and make me the happiest I have ever been in my life?” Bradley asked me as his tears rolled down his cheeks. “God a million times yes. I love you so much sweetheart, with all of my soul,” I answered as my own tears fell. He picked up a big velvet black box and opened it. “Pick...
