Since writing my first story about my “hot little sister in law,” I decided to write the second chapter to our illicit affair. Although Sandra and I have been married for many years and although our marriage is rock solid and strong, her younger sister, Tandra has unexpectantly inserted herself into my life in a bold way. Tandra has always had designs on hooking up with me, and after her divorce, she didn’t hold back. So,...

Tandra was the effervescent little sister of my wife Sandra. Sandra and I met in high school. We dated all the way through college, and then we got married a couple of years after that. Tandra was only two years younger than Sandra, and while Sandra and Tandra were always close as sisters, they both had quite different styles and tastes in life, men, clothes and just about everything else. I am conservative in my approach...

Note to reader: This story has a slow build, so if you're looking for a quickie you may want to save it for later. Thanks.   September 1975, Denver   Daniel had a big decision to make. And he had to make it soon. He was sitting in a lecture hall, lost in a daydream while waiting for the professor to arrive so class could begin. Daniel was beginning his sophomore year as an engineering major, and the fall semester was only...

Janie fell back to sleep and I quietly rolled out of bed. Naked, with my semi-hard dick slapping against my thighs, I passed through my bedroom, grabbed my towel and fresh undies, and made my way down the back stairs to the kitchen. The shower and laundry were in a small room just off the kitchen. It also had a door leading out to the back yard. Clearly, once we had guests in the house, I would be constrained from running...

My First Session with Jasmin the Masochist   By the time I met her when she was twenty-three, Jasmin was pretty experienced with S&M. She had had multiple lovers. Many of the guys she met in her civilian life, including boyfriends, were too tame for her. They were not prepared to treat her like dirt, slap her around, choke her, beat her all over with paddles and whips. She was really a wild girl, into drugs (mostly hash a...

The air reeks of anticipation and testosterone as I descend the staircase into the basement level. It looks like there will be no stampede, but I sense a slight increase in the walking pace of those leading the way. I follow suit, clutching that fresh condom in my palm and wondering if it’s presumptuous of me to have one at the ready. I haven’t noticed anybody else dipping into the protection pot yet - is it bad to look t...

While driving north on Route One, we were stuck in bumper to bumper traffic around LA. The so-called expressway was slow and crowded with cars, trucks, motorcycles and buses. Horns honked and exhaust rose from cars that moved a few feet and then would not budge for five or so minutes. I thought about the people who drove this expressway everyday to work and then back home and imagined the number of hours they spent in the...

We didn't speak in the police car. When we arrived back at the trailer, the awkward, tense silence between us continued. I grabbed a bottle of water from the refrigerator and wished it was a beer, but gulped it down, relieved that the charges had been dropped, but also uncertain about Carla. Somehow being on the run with her, trying to hide from the police had a certain excitement and took my mind off of my own problems....

When we walked into what was once Dot's Cafe, I looked up at the huge spider webs covering the circular fan, light fixtures, and the ceiling in the corners of the room. The restaurant was filthy with thick layers of dust and debris. Old newspapers were piled in a corner by the door. A dozen dirty round wooden stools sat in front of the splintered counter. On the opposite wall, across from the counter, were three wooden bo...

As I drove along Route 66 past various stores, restaurants, and billboards, we were both quiet, lost in our thoughts. I knew Avalon was about forty miles from the Black Mountains and that we'd soon be there. Carla held my map on her lap while we drove past the sparse vegetation, mostly Joshua Trees, sagebrush and odd shaped cactus. Bronze colored hills rose from the flat land. Carla studied the map, moving her finger. “Lo...

When I woke up, I wanted to make an early start, but was surprised that despite our tense situation, Carla slowly stroked my cock letting me know she had other ideas. “You really are insatiable aren't you?” “Yes, and I know you like that. You're already hard.” She crawled between my legs and started moving her tongue slowly up and down my hard cock, delicately licking, while her devilish blue eyes watched me writhing. She...