Nymphomaniac Stories

Apart from her treasure that was her loyal and trusted butler, Parsons, it had to be said that the Lady of the Manor had a revolving door where her household staff came and went. Penelope Ward-Williamson had neither the patience nor the need to keep a regular staff. Some had been worthwhile, while others had passed by like ships in the night. Since the untimely death of her older husband, she was the sole proprietor of Wi...

England, 2024. My wife is a pure and unadulterated slut. This, however, does not bother me in the least. Since we met and married, we had the best of sex lives, screwing each other every chance we had. As Lord and Lady Windermere, we wanted for little. My landed estate and wealth ensured a stable and carefree life. Now our lives have changed. Down to me, alas, as I have become a voyeur. I love watching my gorgeous wife ge...

I was eighteen, and in the summer before I went to uni, I was working on garage fuel pumps in the days before self-service. One of our regular customers was a lady in her mid-thirties whom I will call Vera. She always smiled and was very forward and provocative in the way she acted whenever I served her (with petrol, you understand). She would stick her shapely breasts out; make sure I got a good look at her beckoning bot...