I met with the guy who'd become my spouse in my third year of school. Michael was appealing, had a wonderful character, was in fantastic shape from being on the school's football team and was pretty damn great in bed. Following a protracted romance, we married after graduation. Initially everything was fine, together with Michael landing a well-paying task and becoming promoted at a quick speed, but as the years passed by, items changed and not for the better. Michael developed poor drinking habits as he moved up the corporate food chain.It wasn’t going out with the boys two times a week, which bothered me. It happened on more than four occasions. The more he drank, the more of a beer gut he obtained. I attempted to get him to cut back, even going so far as to join a gym so we could work out together, but he gave up after a few months on the treadmill and consoled himself with just as much booze as he could find. Our sex life took a hit, too. The more he drank, the less we had, a
Out of earshot of anyone else, the conversation became very indicative and there was lots of sexual tension between us. After some time Brett positioned himself with me as I spoke with Phil. I found out why he did when I felt his hands placed on my underside.Now, while I have had guys make moves on me, I'd always politely rejected them, but the minute I felt Brett’s contact I knew this time was different. I'd never been aroused with just two guys this handsome.Instead of eliminating the hand, I let it stay there. Taking my lack of demonstration as reinforcement (and it was), Brett started rubbing my butt. In conclusion, I transferred back to his grasp. After a moment and a lot of groping, he slid his hands beneath my bikini and started fondling me. I stopped talking since I liked his touch.It must’ve been the silence or the looks on our faces, which made Phil pick up on what was happening underwater. He joined in, reaching out and grabbing my breasts, which were just beneath the
I hadn’t had an extreme fucking like this in years, and I was even amazed by how fast I became wet,, so that he could actually slam into me. I could sense him slapping against my ass with every thrust. It was incredible.Phil stopped pumping and abandoned his cock buried in my throat. I felt his pole twitch a split second before he started spewing his seed. It tasted fantastic and I savored the taste.Brett was adequate enough to pause while his buddy came in my mouth, but after Phil removed himself, he picked up right where he left off. God, the guy could fuck. I came a second time, which delivered him over the border as he ejaculated into my pussy. I had the semen from two guys in me. Instead of feeling pity for cheating on my husband, I wanted more.Brett pulled out. Phil was ready. He rolled me over, so I laid on my belly with my legs on the floor with my butt at just the ideal height for him to mount me. He had no problems knocking all of the way into me and began to pound me h
Melissa Fox was one, but, like so many teens, had suffered from shaky self- esteem. When she turned sixteen she'd been allowed to date, but parents kept her on a very short leash. There'd been numerous clashes regarding how much liberty she should have. Because grades hadn't been tops, she'd learned the meaning of restriction.She'd had a number of school-kid crushes, but hadn't gone any further than some pretty intense kissing. Most guys seemed too immature for her tastes where relationships and sexual matters were concerned. She wasn't uninformed, but at eighteen was still a virgin though she'd been on the pill for a year. Virginity didn't bother her as much as parental control, and she couldn't wait to get away from home.Melissa was attracted to more mature men - and had a thing for her science teacher, a man in his mid-thirties. She'd intentionally exposed herself a number of times - sitting in the front row, legs spread just enough to flash panties. It made him look. But no mat
She followed him through the house as he gave a guided tour. It was quite lovely - everything - the art and furniture - everything. She found herself wishing her mother's taste in interiors was as clean. His library was impressive - and the computer workstation, too."This is where you write?" she asked, touching the edge of a large antique maple desk."This is the place," he nodded, corner of mouth curved in a smile, a dimple - a nicely chiseled chin."Nice view," she said, looking out the window and across the valley, wondering what was happening at home."Melissa - may I ask you something?""Sure.""Why did you want to meet me?"She studied his face - that way he stood with one hand in his pocket, head tilted just a bit to one side."Your stories. I wondered what kind of man you were - you know, based on what I read. You sure made me think naughty things."He smiled. "Nice to know. Do you ever act naughty?"She blushed hotly. "Not really - I think about it - I get hot." "And?""And
Hands on her butt, he pulled her to him and drove in all the way, grinding his groin against her smooth crotch as she pulled the thong out of the way. She was gasping for air, legs spread, heels bouncing on the floor as he pistoned into her as fast as hips could move."Fuck - you are so tight . . . ""It feels so good - when you rub me like that - it feels like I'm going to pee!""You're not - you're just getting hotter - I'm going to make you cum - tell me when you're getting close . . . " She was sweating, but nodded, lower lip still prisoner between pearly teeth. He varied the strokes, length and speed, and shuddered with lust when she started playing with her clit."Masturbate - finger yourself - make yourself cum . . . ""I am!" she moaned, entire body quivering, "I'm cumming real good! Oh, my God! Fuck me! This feels so good!""I'm going to cum . . . " he gasped, trying to hold back, but so close that he knew that he couldn't."Not in me!" she hissed - not inside me - not yet -
When Simon came home for lunch one day and found me cooking naked, he didn’t know what to do. We’d been living together for three months, but for some reason, he’d never been home when I’d baked. Which shouldn’t have been a big deal at all, except for this fact: I always bake in the nude. It relaxes me.“What’s up, Dana?” He eyed my apron, the rounded tops of my breasts barely hidden, the curve of my waist accentuated by the tightly tied apron strings. I had flour on my arms and chocolate on my lips and my fingers were sticky with dough. The oven had made the kitchen hot, and my cheeks were flushed and pink, easily seen because I’d tied my long, black hair off my face with a rag ripped from cheesecloth.“Baking cookies,” I told Simon innocently, turning to get a stick of butter from the refrigerator and letting him see that I had absolutely nothing on aside from my KISS THE CHEF apron. The ties hung down my naked back, tickling my ass when I moved.He stepped closer. “Are you almost
With a gentle grin, he folded one of our dishtowels and slipped it under my hips for padding. He took a pair of oven mitts and slid them under my cheek. Simon loves to spank me, but he takes care of me, as well. I was as comfortable as any sub can be waiting for a punishment session.“I’ll get the next batch,” Simon assured me, pulling the roll of plastic wrap from the box and cutting off a long sheet. This he wrapped around my throbbing buttocks, having me lift up off the counter to assist him. Tightly bound, I felt my cheeks pulsate, and my pussy begin to fill. I couldn’t remember being this excited before.The bell rang.“Hold that thought,” Simon said, expertly lifting each cookie from the tray and scooping out the last batch. He flipped on the timer again and turned to deal with me, pulling something from our kitchen junk drawer that I couldn’t see. Then, softly, he said, “Grit your teeth, Dana, this is going to hurt.”I did what he said. Simon never lies to me. The sting of th