This is written from my wife’s point of view. For the first time in three months, we had a Saturday with no one around. The day went as normal, with hubby building a deck and some raised beds for my garden while I cleaned and did laundry. I’m generally too busy to think about sex, but today was different. Every now and then I would have a “Gee, I’d like to get pounded pretty good tonight” type of thought. Since I hadn’t h...

I had a call to make. It was one of those unpleasant realignment-type sessions with some of our suppliers. The situation had escalated to the point where it was going to be ugly. I had decided to make the call from home so that when it was over, I could have a beer and try to calm down. I had spent the last ten minutes or so complaining about it to my wife. She didn’t understand the ins and outs, but she could see how agi...

Lacy had just gotten out of the shower, and stood in the bathroom, naked and crying. She’s been so emotional lately. She wants to be a mom, but doesn’t like how big she’s getting as her pregnancy progresses. She thinks she won’t have the body of the fitness queen she has become. As I come into the bathroom, she sees me and falls into my arms, crying against my chest. I instinctively wrap my arms around her and hold her co...

Over a week had passed since our incredibly arousing adventure between my wife Lindsay, her friend Abbey and myself. As married couples we had been friends for quite some time, but one sexy shopping trip led to me masturbating for both of them while they watched over video chat on their phones from the store changing room. Later that evening Lindsay and I recapped the day's crazy events, as we had never tried anything lik...

And so my sex life became more enjoyable as the days passed. It seemed as if Ruby was taken the lead in everything. The more she became assertive, the more I became accustomed to her wild demands. Once the dust had settled, I became more obsessed with her attitude to her openness regarding her clothes. One day she asked, “Would you mind if I go pantiless in public, dressing to show off my wares? I mean, not lift my dress....

He had waited patiently with a silken blindfold over his eyes as instructed by his wife. Slightly reclined as he laid against the arm of the sofa. She'd kept him waiting for his treat. She strode into the room confidently, her curves jiggling pleasantly with every confidant stride. She took a sip of her wine. Smooth brown tits barely contained as they bounced underneath her brassier, chocolate nipples already erect in ant...

Cheri slid into bed after nursing Charlie and putting him back into his crib. Donny rolled over drowsily onto his side, facing her. She reached for his crotch and idly searched for evidence of a semi-erection. "Wanna?" she offered. She didn't expect a verbal response. He allowed her to roll him onto his back. She climbed on top. He still didn't say anything. This was good. Her husband was used only oral lately. Cheri reac...

At first glance of the room, anyone walking by the apartment window looking in would’ve thought it was cleaning day. There were a couple of small piles of clothes thrown on the floor and multiple cushions pulled off the couch. But looking further in, that glance would have also revealed two naked women entwined tightly on the ground, breathing heavily and glistening with sweat. Colette, lying on one of the cushions, has a...

Why can’t I sleep? I keep looking over at my phone. It’s 2:34 A.M., and I can’t get my mind to calm down. I know what I want, but I could get in trouble. But at this point I don’t just want it, I need it. I need him to fix it, to fuck me to sleep. It’s always a toss up when I wake him. Sometimes he’s playful and passionate and other times he punishes me with pleasure-filled pain. Right now, either would satisfy me. I need...

Chapter One: Mark, my dear, what are you doing? After eight months of challenging work, a restful time in the sun was always a treat, so I was excited to land in sunny South Africa before the new year began in 2024. Being away from the icy British weather certainly put a spring in my step and I could not wait to take long walks, swim and simply enjoy doing nothing. Once I collected my baggage and updated my phone sim card...

“Good morning, baby!” shouted my wife, Lynn, waking me up. “Huh?.. Eh?... Good morning...” I said blearily, struggling to orient myself back to consciousness. Lynn had always been a morning person. It was one of those things I found mildly annoying but also quite endearing about her. I had no idea how she always woke up with so much energy. It always took me a little longer to ease into the day, so she would get up first...

Kelisha Comani was a total bad girl. She bulldozed white boys wherever she went. She had a wicked personality and an enticing, womanly presence to match. Men could almost smell her cunt when she entered the room. She gave off that devilish, salacious all-woman appeal: the way her massive boobs jiggled and juggled about, that tight bum rocking in her shorty shorts. She strolled like a Halle Berry, dashing beyond comprehens...

“You’ll always be mine, Abigail. Always.” He grips my hips until his cock stops pulsating. Slowly he pulls himself free from my heat, leaving a trail of his cum dripping down my thigh. He reaches for my hand, helping me up. He runs a finger over my lips, his hand going to the back of my neck, pulling me forward. “Clean it, Abigail, put my cock in your mouth and clean it.” I look up at him, eyes widening. He can’t possibly...