Oola was the black woman whose tits Kelly was so fascinated with at her first company orgy. Oola worked in customer support at the far end of the building from Kelly. Once in a great while, Kelly would need to go see her about something in person. One day she had heard Oola was wearing a see-through blouse. Kelly had to see her tits again so she made up some excuse to go see her. She sat in her cubicle talking about whate...

It was the fall of 1982. Kelly, who was now twenty-two, had recently started working for a new company. The thing she thought was a little odd about this new company, was that on any given day maybe half of the women in the office were braless. And it wasn’t hard to tell. Hard nipples. Big boobs swaying. It seemed like everyone had big boobs? Occasionally someone would wear something sheer. She had already clearly seen th...

A love letter to My paramours and companions, who turn heads and arouse desires everywhere we go. Even the most certain, absolute in their belief they are Masters of their minds and urges, lose all reason and faculty in their presence. All principle, all knowledge, regardless of how engrained they may be on the mind, are effaced in those moments when the heart demands pleasure — a demand obeyed without struggle. Her name...

I pressed the ‘ground' floor button on the elevator and checked my look one last time in the mirror. White button-down shirt, brown leather pants, and brown oxfords… It was a classic, yet contemporary look that the ladies seemed to love. The rain started to fall again. Sunshine all week long. Then, light drizzle all weekend. Isn't that always the way? It was still ninety degrees even though it was just a little past midni...

The Set Up Not that long ago I was out for lunch with a friend of mine, Ana. She and I had bonded quickly, and had become closer friends than anyone else we knew. We were both very promiscuous and would often end up sharing stories about our naughty adventures. She was straight for the most part, only fooling around with girls when drunk. One day when swapping stories Ana had a great idea, why not make a bet? That's exact...

My wife Lindsay and I met in college and spent most of our married life together in Minneapolis.  We were still in our mid-forties when our kids had grown up and were away at college.  With the kids out of the house, I accepted a long-overdue job promotion and transfer with my company to the Philadelphia area.  My name is Dan, and I had previously resisted moving so as not to disrupt our children’s lives. We moved at a ti...

In Part 1 of this story, we learned that my name is David, and my wife, Sarah, had encouraged me to join a men’s basketball league, to get some exercise and to help relieve my sadness at being an empty nester, after our kids left for college. I joined my boss’ team, and partially because of my feelings of inadequacy at having a small dick, I eventually became a cocksucker for my teammates. My boss always had the hots for...

Part 1 – Hubby Sucking Sarah and I have had very normal, conservative lives. We were born and raised in the Midwest and met in college. We got married right after graduation, and started a family in Indianapolis. So, by the time we were both forty-two years old, our son and daughter were both in college and living away from home. My name is David, and I must admit that I didn’t handle being an empty nester very well. My l...

My name is Pam and as a fifty-two-year-old housewife, I would say that I am doing just fine for my age. I have been married for thirty-two years and have two grown up sons. I keep fit as much as possible and I am in very good shape for my age. I am also just over five feet tall but height has never really been an issue for me. As I said I have been married for over thirty years to a man who in the last few years had aged...

Our family has enjoyed the good life in our upscale, gated community in the Atlanta suburbs, since my husband, Sean, is a senior officer with a major company in the city. Our neighborhood is very exclusive, and very white, with the only black people in our area living right next to us. Sean and I met in college and got married right after graduation, starting a family right away. So now, at the relatively young age of for...

My name is Annie, and my husband, Bill, and I live in a bedroom community north of Orlando, Florida. We had been married for eight years at the time the main events of this story began, when I was thirty-two years old and Bill was thirty-eight. I met Bill through a friend when I was twenty-three, and he is kind, considerate, and loving, the opposite of my college boyfriend, who was emotionally abusive and uncaring. My boy...

I was an eighteen year old high school student and had come to visit Frau (Mrs.) Rach after not seeing her for a year, but fantasizing about her all the time. She had left me with fond memories of the sensual education she provided for several months before moving away last year. We had spent the afternoon to get reacquainted, licking, sucking and fucking her on her couch and carpet.Then her daughter Stephanie showed up,...

I’ve heard people say that it’s hard to break old habits, and my husband, our friends, and I found that out on a trip to Las Vegas. You will be better able to understand our situation if I start at the beginning. My name is Brooke, and I met Tina, the girl would become my best friend, during our freshman year in college in northern California. I was born and raised in the Los Angeles area, as was Tina, but we didn’t meet...