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“This is really scary,” she said in an obvious nervous tone, but her husband reassured her with, “We’ll just see what happens and we don’t have to do anything, but you know it’s going to be exciting as hell.” This was their first time playing outside their 18 year marriage and she was a virgin when they met. Over the years he’d told her how he wanted her to have sex with another man, a black man. Not just a black man, but a big, hung, muscular, sexually aggressive, dominant black man. They’d been wondering, fantasizing and chatting about the slut wife, cuckold husband, interracial sex experience for years. Now they were driving to the upscale hotel to get a room where their dark dream already has a room. They found him through the local swing club and from hot emails, instant messaging and web cam meetings they believe he’s the dominant black bull of their dreams. The last e-mail he sent to them included specific instructions on everything he wanted, in fact, demanded of them leading up to their meeting.

They got to the room and shortly after arriving, while they were putting their cloths away for the weekend, there was a knock on the door. She looked at her husband with wide eyes and ran into the bathroom. He answered the door and it was the bellboy, who had delivered a picture cell phone with a note that read, “Turn me on sluts.” He went to the door and told her it was safe to come out. “It was the bellboy.” She came out and they both started to laugh. He handed her the note and phone and she obediently turned it on. It was the first major step she’d ever taken and her heart raced when she heard the beep of the power button. Her husband poured two drinks and they began to relax, she ran around the room like a teenager collecting the shampoos and soaps, like she always did, but her husband’s mind was racing and heart pounding, as he thought to himself, “I can’t believe this is finally happening. Fuck, I hope it happens.” He got horny thinking about it, walked up behind her and unhooked her bra, as she sipped her wine. “Ohhhhhh, I thought you weren’t supposed to do this,” referencing the black bull’s final instruction. “I can do this,” as he felt her tits from behind and rolled her hardening nipples between her fingers, “I just can’t make you cum or fuck you.” She moaned in a pleasing way as he turned her around, roughly pulled her top up and started squeezing her tits together, sucking them and saying, “Is this what your bull’s gonna do?” She was getting noticeably hot and softly, coyly said, “MMMMMMMMmmmmmm I don’t know. Do you want to find out?”

She was testing him, again, like always. Stepping back from it all, basically making it all his idea, so she could remain the pure little wife. “Feel my cock and tell me if I want to find out.” She reached down and felt his extremely hard cock, “MMMmmmmmmm I guess you do.” He had her unzipped and stepping out of her jeans and with pulses racing. He pushed her back on the bed and started to lick her very well shaved, wet pussy, “This is what your bull is gonna do to this pussy.” “MMMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmm you think so ” RING! The sound almost seemed defining, she tried to get up, but her husband held her down, continued to lick her soaking wet pussy and whispered, “Answer it.” She pushed “talk” and said, “Hello.” Read the rest of this entry »

I was out looking for a woman to kidnap and make my sex slave and I decided to stop at a popular fast food place for a burger and fries. It was close to midnight and only the drive-thru was open. When I pulled up to the window to pay I was greeted by one of the most beautiful young women I have ever seen. I knew instantly I had to have her somehow. She is 24, has blond hair that is wavy and comes down to her shoulders, has sparkling blue eyes, stands 5′ 8″, weighs 125 lbs., has 34B tits that are just large enough to be a mouthful, firm, tight ass (slowly becoming looser thanks to being fucked and plugged by yours truely), and a very tasty and tight pussy.

Since I was looking for someone to kidnap I had my kidnap kit with me. The kit is equipped with 2 handcuffs, 2 anklecuffs (in case of a double kidnapping), a roll of 2 inch wide duct tape, 2 leather blindfolds, a ballgag, a penis gag, 4 scarves, a few lengths of rope, a steak knife, some plastic zip-ties, and a stun gun.

The goddess who was working the drive-thru, (her name is Kayla), asked me to pull to a parking spot in the parking lot and she would bring my food to me in a couple minutes (how little did she know how right she was!). The parking lot was dimly lit and I decided to take a chance and kidnap Kayla when she brought my food to me if there were no other people around. I did a quick scan of the area when I saw Kayla come out of the building and approach my car, picked up my stun gun, and got ready for the attack. When she got to the driver’s side door I open it up, jumped out and zapped her with the stun gun. She went down like a sack of potatoes. I grabbed her, opened the back door and tossed her in. I picked up the bag of food and got back in my car and quickly drove away.
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When I was 21, I went to Turkey on holiday with a couple of friends. As girls do, we went out to party in the resort where we were staying. As it was summer and very warm, we were all wearing skimpy tops and very short skirts to show off out well shaped tanned legs and arms. While we were walking towards the next bar, I got separated from my friends. Being tired and a bit drunk, I decided to find my own way home. So I walked the streets for an hour or so, before realizing I was totally lost.

Just as I decided to get a taxi, a police car pulled up next to me. A Turkish policeman got out and bundled me into the car. I sat in the back terrified, wondering what I had done wrong. I tried to speak to them, but the two policemen ignored me. Neither of them appeared to understand English. As we drove down along the dark streets, I started to panic. I didn’t know where I was, where they were taking me, and what they intended to do to me.

We soon arrived at a small police station which consisted of a dingy looking office and one police cell. In the cell, there was a group about 15 rough looking men who leered at me as I walked in escorted by the two policemen. In the office there was only one other policemen, who looked like he was in command.

I tried to speak to the commander in English. He glared at me with disdain and motioned to the cell, taking my hand bag from me. The other two grabbed me and dragged me to the cell. To my horror, they opened the cell door and threw me in amongst the men there.

At first I cowered in a corner as they all closed in on me, leering with evil grins on their unshaven faces. Then, in unison they all charged forward and grabbed out at me. I kicked and screamed and as they carried me into the center of the room shouting in Turkish. Several of them pinned my arms and m legs to the floor, immobilizing me face up on the stone floor, as others ripped off my skirt, my top and my panties in a brutal frenzy. And then the gang rape began.

I cried out as the first cock rammed in my pussy. Above me a bearded middle-aged face panted and grunted as he fucked me hard. I cried out, begging the police to save me. But no one came to my rescue. It was not long before his face converted into an ecstatic snarl and I felt his hot spunk shoot into me. The next one was in me within a second, as another Turkish cock hammered deep into my pussy. I cried out, sobbing, but was drowned out by the jeers of the men around me. I felt him explode inside me with a cry of joy and I screamed, pleading them to stop. As I lay there helplessly, I moaned and cried out constantly as I felt one cock after another assault my tender pussy. Again and again the men took their turn to rape me as they thrust their eager cocks into me and came ecstatically in my pussy, oblivious to my sobbing pleas. Read the rest of this entry »

You are unfamiliar with the L.A. streets and somewhere south and east of the airport, you find yourself lost in the dark in a very questionable neighborhood, run down, full of signs in lanquages you can’t read. Suddenly, an old van with a big wooden bumper rear-ends your rented Toyota, driving it up over a curb. When you recover from the shock of the collision, you reach for the door handle, to get out and look at the damage.

As soon as you get out, someone grabs you from behind. A coarse sack, burlap or jute, is pulled down over your head, and your arm is twisted behind you, by someone you can’t see. “Don’t make a noise, Anglo bitch, or you are dead right now.” says a voice which sounds as if the teeth are clenched. In seconds, you are dragged into the van and pushed to the floor. You can feel it back up, stop with a lurch, and then move forward, making several turns, probably turning at every intersection.

Strong hands roll you on your back. Counting hands, there must be at least three men. You feel the hard steel floor of the van against your back; it is a cargo van, no seats in back. Probably no windows, either, you realize. Unless there were witnesses to the ramming and abduction, no one could know where you are.

You feel cold steel against your throat, under the bag which covers your eyes. “Listen, Sweetie, you are going to do everything you are told to do, and you are not going to scream or struggle or talk back; otherwise, you die right now. Understand?” The point of the knife presses painfully into your skin.

“Yes,” you croak, your throat dry with terror. You feel them pulling your arms above your head, and apart. Your wrists are tied to something, maybe the front seats of the van. They are using wire; it bites into your skin. They take your Reboks and tie your ankles, using wire again, pulling your legs straight and apart. You are spread-eagled, entirely helpless and vulnerable. Your breathing is rapid. You are hyperventilating and might become light headed, blowing off too much carbon-dioxide, except that the sack over your head restricts the air flow, compensating for your panicky panting.

You are wearing a flannel shirt and jeans. The knife point slides down your neck, until the blade encounters the first button of your shirt. There is a little tug, and the button flies off. You actually hear it strike the metal wall of the van. Men laugh. You smell marijuana.

You can feel another tug at your shirt. The second button is cut off. Then the third. And the fourth, and the fifth, which is down by your navel. Someone pulls the tail of your shirt out of your jeans and cuts the last buttons. They didn’t have to cut them off. You know you can never wear that shirt again. Will you die naked? The flannel is pulled back, baring the front of your body.

The sharp blade, double edged, slides along the midline of your tummy. You wonder, is it drawing blood? How can you be so detached, so clinical? Does it have something to do with being blindfolded by the sack? You cannot see who is assaulting you, so you must concentrate on what you feel. You feel the blade pause, between your breasts, and lift, and suddenly your bra springs away from your breasts, leaving them exposed. Almost instantly, strong, masculine hands grasp your breasts. They are big hands, able to engulf your B-cup breasts, and they are rough, calloused hands. They squeeze and knead your breasts. These men have no respect for your body. Read the rest of this entry »

The following is a true story about my wife Patti. My job required that I move around a lot as a manager. In 1999 I was assigned to our plant in Fayetteville, NC, my hours were long and I would get home around midnight every day. We settled in bought a new home and started making friends. Patti has always liked black men. She had a black boy friend when she was in high school and fucked him often.

A little about Patti: she is in her mid 40’s, 5 7, 140 pounds with 38DD breasts, blue eyes and blond hair. She has very large nipples that if you play with them she will cum. Her pussy is just as sensitive, rub her clit and she will go crazy. She loves to get on top of a dick and ride as well as into a 69 position. She loves to suck a dick, and I must say, is very good at it. Patti always takes her bath just before going to bed; she puts on a long nightgown with panties and bra. She always does this with no exception that I knew of until Tom came along.

One day we both went into a local business and computer store, the attendant, I will call him Tom (Not his real name), was very helpful with what we were looking to buy. He was a very large black male in his mid 40’s. I could see that he was attracted to Patti by the way he was looking at her. I could also see that Patti loved the attention and was attracted to him.

We all talked for awhile and then left the store, but before leaving we exchanged phone numbers, as I was interested in his help with my computer at home. In a few days he called and after a few minutes I suggested he come over to our house. He arrived and we worked on my computer for awhile, then set on the back porch talking between us three. We all were getting along great. He asked if he could stop by sometime and talk to Patti, I said sure. After he left I told Patti to call me if he wanted to stop by. Read the rest of this entry »

When I was a nineteen year old college girl, I used to work evenings in my local corner shop to help supplement my studies. One particular evening I was working alone, and being naive and self-confident, I didn’t imagine there could be any problem in working alone in a shop. After all, what bad could happen?. That night I was about to find out.

It was a spring evening and I was dressed casually in a short thigh length mini skirt and a tight top with short sleeves. There were no customers so I started stacking some cigarettes in the shelves behind the counter, I heard the door open and looked round. It was a women called Elaine. It was clear she had been working late as she was still in office clothes, a knee length close fitting business skirt and a white blouse. We greeted each other and chatted briefly as she bought a women’s magazine and some milk. I always loved when she came in the store. She was so pretty and slim, with her long blond hair, and she always looked so sophisticated in her suits and skirts. As she was in her mid-twenties, I always looked up to her and so wanted to be like her. I always imagined her to be cultured and refined. I wanted to be just like her and to know her better. And that night I did get to know her better in a way I did not expect.

Just as she was about to leave, three men burst into the shop. They were dressed all in black, and their heads were covered in balaclavas with slits cut for their noses, mouths and eyes. Before either of us could scream, two of the men grabbed Elaine and I, covering our mouths with their gloved hands, and bundled us into the store room, while the third rummaged through the till.
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The knock on the hotel door seemed innocuous enough, neither of the occupants of the room had any reason to suspect that it could be anything other than room service.

Bill and Anne had traveled overnight, catching the red eye from Fort Lauderdale to arrive at London Heathrow early in the morning. They had slept for an hour or two, trying to adjust to the six hour delay from continent to continent.

Their two weeks doing Europe started in earnest, tomorrow, with a scheduled bus ride around the ‘Old Town’ of London, taking in Buckingham Palace, Westminster Cathedral and the new to the programme, Princess Diane’s Garden in Hyde Park. For the next few days, England, or at least the bit that really mattered, would be visited, snapped and filed away for winter nights in front of the video player, then to be digested in manageable chunks.

Bill roused himself from the comfort of the couch with an effort, grunting at the sudden and unexpected intrusion to their leisure time. He didn’t remember ordering anything to eat, but these crazy British had some funny ideas about hospitality, perhaps it was teatime for the Limeys. Read the rest of this entry »

It was another hard day at the office, I was pretty much frustrated with everything and thought I’d be much better off if I just left and got away for a while. So I decided to leave and take a drive. While I was out I thought I would stop by and visit with my old friend Linda. She’s always good for making the day better, so a quick little detour and there I was in front of her house. I had to park down the street because there was a maitanance crew set up that had the road blocked off for the driveway. They must have been on break, because their trucks were parked with orange cones around the work area, but no workers were visible to see me as I walked to her front door. Afterall she’s a married woman and I wouldn’t want word to get back to her husband that she’d been getting frequent visits from a black man.

When I made my way up the stairs andto the front door I glanced in the partially open blinds and WOW what I saw was incredible. My pretty white girl friend was receiving some maintananceof her own from the road crew. Linda was lying on her back with her legs spread wide and a big black man about 25 years old, wearing orange coveralls, was on his knees, with his face buried between them. There were two other white men beside her in orange coveralls, each holding one of her ankles up high in the air and using their other hands to reach up under her grey top to explore her big breasts. There was one other big black man setting in a chair in the corner, drinking a Corona and apparently directing the others. Linda looked as if she was in COCK HEAVEN, she had the zippers of the two men at her side open and slowly checking out each of thier tools while her cunt was getting a good tongueing from the younger black boy and he had some rather thick lips that clamped tight on her suit pussy the entire time. Every now and then he would pull his lips away and stick his tongue out to work her clit in circle, Hell his tongue had to be four or five inches long, he probably could have fucked her with it. Read the rest of this entry »

My name is Allison. I’m a 25 year-old, white, female. I have shoulder length blond hair and green eyes. I’m about 5′ 6″ and 130lbs. I’m fair skinned and have long legs which I used to attract my white husband, Matthew. We live in a rich neighborhood by the beach. Our house is pretty nice, three stories, and has lots of windows. Matt is a young, prominent executive at an advertising company. Matt was working a lot of hours to move ahead in the company, but he was denied a promotion by his black boss, Jerry Coleman. After that, Matt would come home fussing about Jerry. He said that a black man shouldn’t have that job and should get fired. Shortly, I began to agree with him. I was raised in a southern family, where the black man was not equal to the white man. I knew that Matt was not openly racist, but his words let me know his feelings.Well, one month passed after the promotion ordeal, and Jerry suddenly let Matt have a big case. Jerry said that if Matt could pull off the deal, then he might talk to the higher-ups about giving Matt a promotion. Matt just had to talk with a client over dinner way out of town. Matt had to get a hotel room because the drive would’ve been too long for him. I never knew Matt to be able to “stay up” for long. He took my virginity when we were married, and I’ve never known anything bigger than his 5″ cock. Read the rest of this entry »

OK, I’m a bit of a pervert, I admit it. I am a High School Physical Education teacher, and the assistant coach of the men’s basketball team. I am 45 years old, and have been working at this school for about 18 years. While I have never had an improper relationship with a female student here, I admit to be an addicted peeping tom.

My office has a common wall with the girl’s locker room. Many years ago, I set up a peep hole that allowed me to see the girls as they exited the shower. With modern technology, I was able to set up a series of hidden cameras that give me almost every possible view of the room, from the showers themselves, to each row of lockers. I’ve only had the cameras up and running this past year.

Over the years I’ve seen a lot. Obviously, I’ve seen most of our female students naked. I’ve also seen girls masturbating, I’ve seen a few lesbian activities, and surprisingly I’ve seen many girls bring in their boyfriends and have all sorts of sex. Its always strange to see these kids in class or in the hallways, when I’ve seen them sucking or fucking each other after school for my private enjoyment. Read the rest of this entry »

I’ve been reading sex stories for sometime now and have always been interested in stories concerning a cheating wife or mother. I think I’m interested in the subject because when I was 14 I saw my own mother having sex wit my best friends father. I have always wanted to tell my brothers about this or anyone for that matter but never have. Since witnessing my cheating mother our relationship has been in the dumps. She can’t figuer out why we aren’t close anymore and they seem to think I have something against here for divorcing my father. To tell you the truth my father is an asshole and their divorce was the best thing for her.I never thought of my mother as sexy or even thought other men might look at her in that way until I witnessed what I’m about to tell you. Anyways let me tell you what happened in the spring of 1980. Read the rest of this entry »

You are hurrying to get dressed for your evening out. Once again, your husband was sent away on work and wouldn’t be back until morning. This time, your friend Sarah called and invited you for a “night on the town”. You had just finished your hair and had slipped into that naughty spaghetti strap red number that yells out “if I bend over you can fuck me”.

The doorbell chimes. You curse under your breath, but swing the door open wide. At your door is your husband’s boss Jim. “Hi there Debbie”

You are aghast. This is one of the best looking males you have ever seen. Jim is 6foot two, black, in great shape and very well off. He somehow looks a little tough, even in his $4,000 dollar suits. “Oh hi Jim,….Uh, come on in.” He steps in to the doorway and lets the screen door close behind him. “What brings you here?” “I’ve come to take you out for the evening.” “What? I’m not going out for the evening.” “You look dressed for it.” “Yes, but my friend….” “Call her and tell her you’ve got business to deal with.” “What business” you say. Read the rest of this entry »

Since my wife and I married very young, (18 & 17 years old) after 13 years of marriage in many ways we are still young. We married due to a pregnancy fear which turned out as a miscarriage. As a result of the ensuing surgery Vicky could no longer have any children. I guess that is the reason we became so attached to her older Brothers daughter, Lacy.

When Lacy turned 16 last year, my Brother-in law and his wife asked if she could live with us, and attend High School in our small town. He told us that they were concerned that Lacy had been hanging out with a rough crowd, and was headed for trouble. We live in a small town in a Southwest State, where we didn’t think crimes and gangs were a big issue. Read the rest of this entry »

Last summer my wife and I decided to take a week vacation to a small Caribbean Island. We were taking her younger sister as a High school graduation gift. As background, I am a 28 year old Stock Broker, my wife is a gorgeous 24 year old Marketing researcher, and her 17 year old sister was getting ready to go to a small Eastern College.

Both my wife, Ann and her sister Dawn are blondes with great athletic bodies. They are very close despite the age difference, and I honestly had never looked at Dawn as anything more than a kid sister myself.

Anyway from Florida we took a small 12 seat prop plane to this tiny resort Island looking forward to a week of snorkeling, tennis, and lots of sun. There were 6 other people on the flight, a couple in their sixties, 2 business men, and two other guys who appeared to be from the Islands themselves. Read the rest of this entry »

Tammy and I were very happy in the first few months of our marriage. Hers was the love I had always looked for. Tammy was such a sweet young girl, a virgin of 20 when we married. She was flat out gorgeous, but you wouldn’t know it to look at her in the street. She hid her shapely body and legs in loose, long cut dresses, and kept her thick black hair pinned back. She was a lady, a beautiful angel. She was a minister’s daughter, raised in a deeply Christian household, and her strong religious convictions made her very conscious to not dress provocatively. I’d come to know over the few months what a spectacular body she had. I felt privileged to have seen it all, and to have been the first man to feel the inside of her lovely young pussy.

In contrast to her, I was much more adventurous sexually. Certainly no virgin, by the time I was her age I had had many women. Sex was the most important thing in my life. You might even consider me a sex addict; I spent many hours in strip clubs and adult bookstores, enjoying pornography and the pleasures of feeling up strippers. In fact, I continued to do this even after we were married, because while Tammy was the love of my life, there were feelings and urges that she didn’t satisfy. There was no way I could tell her about this, she wouldn’t understand, so it remained a secret I kept from her. Read the rest of this entry »

Mara was very proud of her body. Here she was nearly fifty four years old and looking like a woman half her age. She and her husband Jack had joined a gym several years earlier on the advice of Jack’s Doctor after Jack had had a minor heart attack. Mara had taken to the workout moreso than he did but he had gotten himself into pretty good shape as well.

For most of her life Mara had always been a little overweight and although she wasn’t repulsive she wasn’t the kind of woman that would instantly turn men’s heads. After all these years she finally had the body she always wanted. Tight, atheletic legs, well toned butt, tiny flat stomach. Her breasts weren’t excessively large. When she was heavier this would bother her some but now with her smaller frame they looked much larger. “Beautiful little handfuls.” Is how Jack would describe them and now she agreed with him, more or less. It was a warm summer morning and she had just left the gym very confident and feeling quite sexy. She had overheard one of the younger woman in the shower talking to her friend. “I hope I look that good when I’m her age.” she said. This gave Mara a bit of a tingle between her legs. Not because of what the woman had said but because she knew the woman had been looking over her naked form. She was quite an exhibitionist at heart and the idea of anyone looking her over turned her on. Read the rest of this entry »

This story is fictional. Any resemblence to any persons living or dead is pure coincidence. This story contains hardcore sexual situations. If you are offended by this sort of material or are under the age of 18 do not ready this story.

“You want me to what?!!!” Tara screamed at the top of her lungs. “Please don’t be angry honey.” her husband Bruce begged, “I could lose my job if you don’t.” “I can’t believe you’re asking me to do this! I’m you your goddamn wife!!! I can’t believe you’re asking me to fuck your boss!!!” “Please Tara!”Bruce begged, “I was supposed to find him a call girl and I did but she backed out at the last second!”

Tara was dumbfounded. She and Bruce had been married for ten years, ever since they graduated from college. He was only the second man she had ever had sex with and had never once in all those years thought about cheating on him. Not that she wouldn’t have been able to, she was a very attractive young woman after all. Early thirties, trim atheletic body, dark black hair, she ran every day to keep in shape but cheating had never entered her mind. He had always filled all her needs so there was never a reason. Bruce kept her well taken care of. He had gotten a job in the planning department of a fledgling construction firm when he graduated and he rose quickly to the top of the office eventually being put in charge of his division. Read the rest of this entry »

This story is fictional. Any resemblence to any persons living or dead is pure coincidence. This story contains hardcore sexual situations. If you are offended by this sort of material or are under the age of 18 do not ready this story.

“WHAT?!!!” Tara was in shock. Her dirtball of a husband obviously knew there was no way she would do this with more than one guy, so he didn’t tell her everything hoping she wouldn’t back out when she found out,”Your son and his friend?!!! Jack, I can’t do this!”

“You have to Tara. All the girls do and when you came in you told me you’d do anything I want.” He leaned in closer to her, “And I want this, Tara. My boy gets everything I want him to have and I want him to have you.” Tara was pissed. While she was fucking Jack she was having fantasies about fucking even more men, but now she wasn’t so sure she really wanted this. She didn’t know what to do. If she backed out now she knew he’d be angry and her worst fears would probably happen. Read the rest of this entry »

On New Year’s eve of 1997 I experienced the most exciting sexual event of my life and I have never been the same since. A dull, boring lifestyle has been replaced with one of unceasing erotic pleasures. But I get ahead of myself, let me go back six months to tell you how this all unfolded.

It started last year with an invitation to a New Year’s party hosted by my wife’s boss. My wife, Joslyn, is a paralegal at a prestigious law firm here in Miami. Joslyn is a tall redhead, 5′ 9″, and has retained her shapely figure even after 15 years of marriage and two kids. Joslyn’s boss is a gorgeous but icy beauty named Eleanor who has a reputation as one of the toughest divorce attorneys in town. She must be tough because she has gone through three husbands and gotten rich in the process. I’ve often wondered what kind of woman really was underneath her ice queen demeanor, store-bought but spectacular breasts and long legs. I even began to visualize myself seducing her, breaking down her coldness in the process. In fact, I had begun to fantasize more and more about other women as Joslyn and I seemed to have sex only once in a blue moon. Lately, Joslyn seemed to need to work late almost every night of the week, leaving little time for intimacy. She would come in at 11 or 12 at night, hair mussed, wearing smeared make-up and go immediately to sleep with no explanation for her late hours other than “working on a case”. As the party date approached I felt less and less enthusiastic about spending New Year’s eve with a frigid wife and a bunch of stuffed-shirt attorneys. Boy, was I in for a surprise. Read the rest of this entry »

My wife and I had been married for over 15 years before we began to discuss eachothers fantasies. I am 42 and Andrea is 38, although, she looks more like she is in her late twenties. She is not a movie star in the looks department, and then neither am I! Andrea is 5′4″, Auburn hair, 34c breasts, with extra thick and long nipples that are super sensative. I often had the thought, that if a guy could get as far as her nipples, he would get all the way!

Another fine feature is her legs. She has a gorgeous formed pair. I see other guys turn their heads and look as we walk by when she is dressed in a skirt and heels. Three children left their toll in the form of stretch marks, but all in all she is one sexy woman. Read the rest of this entry »