Chloe was on all fours pushing her palms against the headboard, letting out the slightest of whimpers as her husband Noah slowly inched his cock into her from behind. He pushed her hips down as he drove himself all of the way into her and collapsed himself upon her back. He lightly nibbled on her ear and whispered, “That was a little naughty of you tonight, playing with me in that bar, touching my cock over my pants.” Noa...

“On my wedding night, I was shocked! You have to understand I had absolutely no idea what was going to happen. My mother didn’t discuss it, my father certainly wouldn’t talk to a mere girl about such activities. I was the oldest sister, so I didn’t have someone else to explain things to me. The closest female relative I had was a maiden aunt who was more elsewhere in her mind than in the present day. She cackled through a...

It had been a year or so since I had moved to New York, and the relationship between my brother Tom and I was pushing the limits. We had been sleeping in the same bed for months, we constantly had sex, and I had even been in a threesome with him and another guy. We would go out and act as if we were boyfriend and girlfriend, holding hands and kissing, and somehow, I felt I was falling in love with him, something I had nev...

The next few weeks fly by.  Donald asks Joseph to be his best man and witness, which Joseph, honored that Donald would think of him for this role, tells him, of course, he will.  The minister, talking to Donald, offers that his wife, an accomplished pianist, could provide some music for the event.  Knowing her talent and grateful for the suggestion, Donald humbly accepts the offer. Then there are Karen and Julie.  Emma an...

We found ourselves at Bridget’s wedding sitting at the same table. Kris was across from me in a black off-shoulder dress, fitted to the slim curves of her body. Her hair was still blue sitting in a side-do just above her shoulders showing off her collar bones. Her gold earrings were perfectly complimenting her tan complexion and features. Her aloof and unknowing smile was brightest in the room but her eyes were only for m...

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Greg rolled over in bed looking at the alarm clock. He stared at the flashing red display reading five am. He got out the bed looking around the room, taking note of where his suit and other assorted paraphernalia needed for the day's events. Greg made sure his bag was packed, his suit neatly folded as he got dressed in his riding gear. Setting off now he should get to the site by seven-thirty am a...

Did I reek of hypocrisy, standing at my brother’s wedding ceremony thanking God for my lipstick? Not for the colour, rather enjoying that it wasn’t quite up to the task of concealing, when my tongue touched my lips, the molasses taste of his fiancée’s pussy.I knew the answer should have been yes, but my cloak of sanctimony already covered a breath-taking array of moral lapses. The latest addition to that list was the extr...

I stood looking at the woman holding my hand. The woman who was now my wife. Her sleeveless elegant white dress accentuated her curves without lewdly showing them off. The plunging neckline of the dress didn’t reveal bare flesh. The neckline was covered by a delicate lace with two flowers entwined, a red rose and a dark pink gerbera daisy. The red and pink petals were the only non-white element of the dress. Her dress' he...

Things after Alviso’s train passage went as scheduled with one minor change, the wedding’s week delay to avoid it occurring while on my period. The reschedule also provided one last Desoto “girl’s night out”, a bachelor party of sorts. It was uneventful, except the girls made me hide in the trunk when we went to the drive-in movie. On Saturday, June 15, 1968, a bright summer morning, my fiancée and I were joined in marria...

I was finally able to plop down on a sofa outside the banquet hall. They were all dancing inside and having a good time. The bride and groom were gone. The cleaning crew were waiting. People were starting to trickle out and go home or back to the hotel. I had organized things before—a company picnic, a family vacation, projects at work. Nothing compared to the three-ring circus that was my daughter’s wedding. One of the l...

My name is Carol and I'm thirty-four years old.  I am very pretty, or so I'm told, with large natural 32D tits and tight abs.  This is a real story that my husband, John, is obsessed with.  He beats off as I share the details of me getting fucked at a friend's wedding. I'm somewhat of an exhibitionist.  I love to wear low cut tops that show off my large tits.  John encourages my behavior and likes to see other guys check...