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OK – where to start… I’m male and I have a bit of a cream pie fetish. I had a small problem though, something which some of you may relate to. The thought of eating my cream from my wife’s pussy really gets me off, but after the deposit, it becomes a turn off. I no longer want to partake until I’m horny again.

This problem is what led me to try something new.

The wife and I had agreed that there would be no other men after a fiasco I may write about later, so any cream pies would be my own. However, because of the problem mentioned above, I would not want to follow through with sucking


Well, today’s was the day. I fucked the maid. It’d been coming for quite a while now. They say you should never sleep with the help, but this was inevitable. She wanted it. I wanted it. She got it.

It all started about four months ago. I’d taken on a large number of projects – two free-lance articles for an ‘in air’ magazine; a tech writing piece for a local software company; a made for TV screen play; and three movie scripts. I was busier than the proverbial bee. My housekeeping – not that it was ever good – was falling by the wayside and my live in girl friend, who didn’t do any house cleaning period, suggested I look into a maid service.

You know, they come in periodically and make a lot of noise then


Joan looked out the window looking for anything she could see at the neighbor house. There was always strange noises coming from over there and people coming in and out at night. Paul was working late again as usual. It seemed these days; he was never at home to take care of her needs. Tonight there was only the neighbor car there and one other.

As usual, the lights were all on upstairs and downstairs and all the curtains closed up so she couldn’t see anything. Damn, she thought. They must be the most popular couple in town or something was going on. She had met the lady only once passing along the sidewalk. She always had on a leather outfit, which always


Cherry had been on-line for a year meeting female mistresses and slaves. She had a longing for years to be a slave to another female, especially a black lady, but was afraid to commit. She had a daughter starting college this year and a mother who lived in town. She couldn’t afford the risk. At present, she just enjoyed playing with herself and acting out her fantasies with whichever mistress she could find on line.

At 41, the younger mistresses were always the most interesting calling her


I went to the casino with 3 of my buddies one Friday night. It was something different to do than the usual bar-hopping and skirt chasing. I took fifty bucks, figuring that on some Fridays, I spent more than that on drinks, food, and drinks for women who never seemed to be home after that. When we got there, my pals headed straight for the poker table, leaving me wondering what I was going to do for the night. I have neither the face for poker, nor did I have the stomach for a five-dollar minimum bet. I got a drink and headed for the slots, figuring that fifty dollars in quarters and nickels should keep me entertained for a while.

After an hour, I had a little over forty dollars left, and my friends were still at the poker table. Apparently, they had brought considerably more money than I did. Since it looked like it would be while before they gave up on poker, I went looking for another slot machine to play. I found one that


Carolyn didn’t really fit in at college. She’d been excited to go for weeks beforehand. She thought she was ready for a new adventure. High school had been so confining, so strange. College was where she would make some real friends, read some good books, really explore the world.

But, two weeks in, it was turning out to be a real dud. No friends really, except for her chatty roommate Rachel. No good books yet, just a bunch of freshman crap that one had to read. And all anyone wanted to do was to drink and do drugs and party, all of which was not her scene. Carolyn was a quiet girl. She wanted to have


Timing is everything. This time Mother Nature cooperated beautifully. It was Super Bowl weekend. My wife, Bonnie is not big on football, but I seldom miss a good game. Our compromise is that I get to stay home and watch the game with a couple of my friends while Bonnie and a couple of her friends go shopping. All in all, not a bad arrangement.

For the Super Bowl I had invited a recently separated friend of ours from Manassas – Stan – to come spend the weekend with us. And, of course our next-door neighbor, Frank. Bonnie elected to go out to meet two of her friends at the mall. Since that left their husbands, Mark and Greg, with nothing to do, I invited them, too.

The guys started arriving around three-thirty. Bonnie was meeting her friends at


Today started like any other day. I woke up early and threw on my suit and tie and rushed out the door.

Let me back up a bit. I work at a bank downtown and take the train to work each day for about a 45 minute ride. I am a young professional 32 years old, 5″10″, most women find me good looking, I am in very good shape, dirty blond hair & bright sky blue eyes that some girls say make them melt.

Today the train system was all messed up and the two trains before my normally scheduled train didn’t show up. The platform was packed and everyone rushed onto the train when it arrived, fearing they would be even later for work.

I didn’t get a seat but was lucky enough to be standing next to a pole to hold onto. Right away I noticed a young lady sitting in the single seat in front of me. I didn’t see her face yet but from my angle could see right down her shirt. “Wow, nice morning surprise” I thought. She didn’t have enourmous breasts but to be honest to me I am more turned on by the nipple


As the new school year progressed Ron assigned the two eager for more power beavers to put together an assertive classroom management program. Jill and Kelly were given the curriculum review challenge. It quickly became evident one after school work session per week with the four of them would make little progress.

Half of Alaina’s weekly free periods she met with Kelly to work on their project. Jill found herself giving up her free periods to work with Kelly and Ron Freeman conducting a comprehensive curriculum review. By the middle of October Kelly and Alaina spent the vast majority of time


The area around Escher Wyss-Platz in Zurich’s west at four thirty on a Saturday morning is not a good place for a woman on her own. There are too many young guys with too much testosterone, alcohol and illegal substances in their bloodstream. It’s still more than two hours to go until the first tram comes by to pick up passengers, all the taxis are busy with people spilling from the various clubs which have replaced the industry in this part of town and now occupy the old industrial buildings. Others come from the jazz club which, together with a theatre, shares the building where ship engines were built until a few years ago. Lots of people are about, drinking on the street, hustling


My name is Mark Adams and I live in the north part of Atlanta, GA. I am 39 years and a widower, my wife having died two years ago from ovarian cancer. I have a very successful real estate business, primarily selling North Georgia Mountain homes and acreage. I am 6’3″ and weigh 225, having been a college football and basketball player. My primary physical activity these days is racquetball, which I play daily. I live in a gated condo community in Cherokee County and my office is nearby. Due to my wife Heather’s death, I dove into my work to ease the pain of her loss.

My staff consists of two other realtors. Cindy Carroll, whom we all affectionately call “CC,” is a 29 year old beauty whose husband is off in Afghanistan with the Marines. CC is 5’6″ with shoulder-length dark brown hair and a figure that I’d estimate at 37D-30-36. CC was a cross country runner in college, winning some national notoriety while in college at UGA in Athens. She has very long, well-toned


I was almost there. I found it hard to believe this was going to happen, but my breasts were tingling with anticipation. My panties were damp.

I had passed the main gate and was now driving up a curving drive through deep woods. The sunlight struggled through the trees and dappled the road. My long hair was blowing gently in the breeze as the Beemer convertible responded to my touch.

It had been a vicious year. I had been emotionally and physically exhausted from my work on a tort case, but in the end I had won. I had beaten an old-boy law firm representing an HMO that had screwed my clients. I had persevered and put up with their gross male chauvinism and their overt sexism. I had won four million dollars for my clients and my


“Hey Jenny, you made it!” Cara exclaimed as I walked through the patio gate towards the gathering of other women near the pool. Even though I had known Cara for years, I was still pretty nervous showing up as the only straight girl attending a hot summer day pool party with a group of her lesbian friends.

Cara started introductions and everyone was very nice and their greetings took some of the edge off my being uncomfortable. I had gone to school with Cara and knew she was gay, but we had always been friends and I welcomed her invite to the party. Some socialization with people my own age was a nice change since I had spent the past couple of months getting my


It’s funny how seemingly rational people can scare themselves silly over the most ordinary things. You take public toilet seats, for instance. If you could put a hidden camera in the average washroom stall, you’d see people obsessively wiping the seat before sitting down, attempting to cover it completely with toilet paper to prevent their skin ever actually touching plastic, or even trying to “sit” on thin air, hovering an inch or so above the seat. Like it had cooties or something.

It is true that sometimes some pretty yucky things go on in washroom stalls. Maybe the last person pissed all over the seat and only barely wiped it up. Maybe someone was


When I first revealed my cuckold desire to Patty I didn’t know how she would react. Based on her previous statements made over the life of our relationship I suspected she wouldn’t appreciate my preferences.

I quickly discovered that my woman was more adaptable than I ever imagined. She has been great fun to play with ever since I opened up. I think it allowed patty to honestly look at her own


Wow Lola,

What a thrill is it to get your emails. I always get a double delight from them. The first thrill is just reading them and getting turned on. Your ideas always dampen my pussy.

The second joy is reading them to poor Aaron and watching his face get beet red, knowing I’m telling another sexy woman all the cute things my hunky boyfriend Pete and I do to him. He’s so embarrassed that I share this stuff with you, and that it gets you as hot as it does.

You asked me to tell you the juicy details about


Rob my now boyfriend, likes both my sister Alexandria and me, and when I was away last year he dated Alex a couple of times, although purely platonically. Alex was always quieter than me and never had as many boy friends, so she often came with us to the movies, or out on a picnic, or to parties.

Then on New Years eve last year Rob and I decided to hold a party at our house. It was very successful, and a lot of people turned up. Alex met a nice guy and was dancing with him most of the evening, but when


I’m not a faggot; let’s get this straight right now. I’m not queer and never was. In fact in high school and in college we guys when approached by a fairy would make arrangement to meet him in the alley, presumably to let him give us a blow job, but in stead we would beat the shit out of him to teach him a lesson that we did not go for men with effeminate characteristics. I’m straight, was married, 32 years old, clean-cut, 5’10”, watch my weight, exercise regularly and have a new girl friend, Gail, an attorney.

But let’s start at the beginning. I’ve got a B.A. in economics. There are not many jobs for a B.A. in economics, you need a Doctor’s degree or at least a Master’s to get hired as an Economist or to be hired in college and a teacher’s degree to teach High School. But since I had good grades and was a good writer, my professors got me independent contracts to write studies, such as impact statements for developers and others needing approval from


On our vacation we traveled to Sorrento. What a lovely city. We stayed on a hill overlooking the bay in this beautiful hotel with a balcony that hangs out over the mountain looking straight down to the ocean.

Both Lisa and I like to hike, so we started out early in the morning heading down the coast towards this old Roman villa and private beach area we had heard about over the Internet. It was a brutally hot day and took a couple of hours to hike there, so I couldn’t wait to get to the water and cool off.

We reach our destination and there was this beautiful rock and sandy outcrop under this Villa that looked like it was being renovated. Since we both were use to nude sunbathing and


It was another hard day at the office, I was pretty much frustrated with everything and thought I’d be better off if I just left work early 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 at making the day better, so a quick little detour and there I was in front of her apartment building.

I had to park down the street because there was a maintenance crew set up that had the road blocked off in front of her apartment building. They must have been on break, because their trucks were parked with orange cones around the work area, but no one was visible as I walked to her


Becka moaned softly and snuggled closer to Bobby. His hand was gently squeezing her hot, moist little snatch through her tight fighting jeans. Her tender young breasts felt full and confined encased as they were in her brassiere. She ached to release them from their confinement and to let Bobby lick and suck on them as he so loved doing. A nieve virgin 6 months ago, Becka was rapidly becoming familiar with her body’s signs of sexual arousal.

It was right here in Bobby’s car that Becka had surrendered her virginity. After dating through most of their senior year of high school, they finally crossed the line from mutual masturbation to


My name is Damien and my wife’s name is Debbie. We married early in life and our kids have just moved away. I have a good job that supports us while my wife looks after the home. We are a social couple and our friends often visit us.

Now that Debbie has more time on her hands, she seems to be taking more interest in the way she looks and dresses. Our sex life was improving but, because I work long hours, I was starting to have trouble keeping up with her increasing demands. Debbie seemed to be horny all the time and one day she came home from shopping, grabbed my dick and dragged my off to the bedroom. I loved it and fucked her as well as I could. She loves it from behind because my cock will occasionally reach her cervix and that really sends her off.

Debbie is only 4’10” and for years she had covered herself with baggy clothing, hiding her voluptuous figure. Lately she has started re-hemming her new


It started as a joke. “Free pussy shaving, free cock shaving.” I had just opened my unisex hair salon and figured it would be good for a laugh although I did have visions of shaving a pussy or two in the summer for bikinis. It was Friday evening and Lyn and Cecila were waiting for me to close up so we could go back to Lyn’s and all jump into the hot tub. I knew that Lyn wanted to get between Cecilia’s legs and suck her pussy and I would join in later. I kept them both shaved as well as myself. Noting like a clean plate to eat off of.

When the door opened and a couple came in, I wasn’t that happy. It had been a long busy day and I wanted to leave. She was a looker though; about 5’3, blonde and stacked. She was wearing a wraparound denim skirt and a halter-top, which was struggling to keep her


Before I start you have to understand that neither my husband nor I had any intention or even conversation about swinging before this vacation. We’ve been married now for 10 years and have two kids. As most couples with kids and jobs after a family vacation there wasn’t much time or money left over for just a couples retreat this year so we hadn’t planned on any good, one on one time for us. Our neighbors of 5 years Peter and Tina were in the same situation as we were with two kids and a somewhat limited budget.

Peter, Tina, Manny and I has gotten pretty close over the years, with kids same age and living next door we had enjoyed each other’s company for barbeques, dinners out, movies etc. They are a great couple and have similar tastes to ours. They were always a little bit more


Pamela was a bitch. Pure and simple. Rich, beautiful, sensuous, but a bitch pure and simple. Born wealthy in lower Connecticut, married to a wealthy man that she used up, then fucked royally in a nasty divorce, now single and on the prowl again.

She liked bars. Fancy yuppie bars where she could meet a man, cock tease him into giving her the world, then leave him high and dry. Mostly for kicks, but deep inside, she knew she hated men. Oh, she wasn’t gay. Maybe Bi, as she slept with a few friends in college, and licked a few slits.


Karen stretched, looking at her naked body in the Cheval mirror by the bed. She smiled as she watched herself gently stroke her breasts, the nipples just starting to respond to her touch. She hoped that Gary would not be too long in the bathroom. She glanced again narcissus like at her lovely body before covering herself with the diaphanous nightdress. It was brand new that day and she knew Gary would be aroused by the subtle outline of her body.

Unbeknown to Karen hers were not the only eyes looking at her body. Suddenly and quietly two figures dressed in tracksuits and ski masks entered her bedroom. Before she realised that they were there, the taller of the two put his hand over her mouth and hissed in her ear.’ Where is he, your husband?’ Karen struggled but his grip was


A lot of gay guys are into wrestling. My college roommate was; the body contact turned him on and I guess that motivation contributed to his success on the wrestling team. That was before Nautilus machines, and he and his teammates used to use each other as live weight for exercises, partly because wrestlers have to be able to withstand their opponents’ weight without crumpling.

I’ll never forget the first night he asked me to help him out with exercises in our dorm room while we were lounging around in our jockey shorts. Ray was well over six feet and very muscular, and when I jumped astride his back as he bent over to do the “donkey” calf exercise I could feel his muscles


My two girlfriends and I sat at a long lab table in the last row of the crowed high school freshman science class. We were so bored we could scream. Finally, Tina, who was sitting in the middle, whispered, “Hey, wanna have some fun?”

“Sure,” I said. “What’s up.”

“Let’s play dare,” she said.


I was married to my ex husband when I was not quite 16, my mother was my only parent; my dad left us when I was three. My mother signed for me to get married because she liked my husband-to-be and felt he would take care of me better than her on a waitress’ salary.

John, my ex husband, was considerably older than I, a worldly 27. I started having sex with him when he fed me alcohol spiked Kool-aide till I almost passed out. Being young I was convinced I was in love and would do anything for him.

Within months of our marriage he started me on the occasional threesomes then forced me into


The following information has been prepared for men who wish to consider adding MFM sexual pleasures to their sensual life. It is the basic premise of this piece that the reader has already decided to open himself to the pursuit of threesome adventures. I sincerely hope these thoughts will benefit you as you plan ways of bringing about one or more FMF or MFM threesome experiences for your pleasure… and for the pleasure of the woman in your life.

By the way, it is not my desire to “win converts” to my chosen lifestyle. Rather, it is my hope that readers will open their minds and relationships to the special pleasures and possibilities that threesomes provide.


I had met you, Ronnie, in the office and, while you were getting coffee, I had a quick look in your diary and was not really surprised to find references to a whole new personality. You seemed to have a feminine side which you referred to as ‘Jacquie’. I smiled to myself. With your delicate build and features you looked as much a ‘Jacquie’ as a Ronnie!!! When you returned I greeted you as Jacquie and you paled with shock. You were so frightened of your secret getting out that you agreed to do anything I demanded. I thought that dinner at your house would be nice for a start. I wondered what your wife Kathy would think of Jacquie. I told you to ring her and to tell her that I was coming for dinner and that, whether or not she usually wore obviously sexy clothes she was to be sure


I lay on my back on the hospital bed, drowsy and warm, recovering from some minor surgery or something. It was dark, the middle of the night shift. The door to my room was ajar, and now and then someone walked by on quiet feet. A nurse came out of the darkness, all in white, with a small tub of water and some washcloths. She saw that I was awake, and smiled at me with full red lips, professional but sincere. I noticed that her uniform was tight on her, short and tight over a firm round ass, tight and low-cut over big well-formed breasts. She folded back the sheets that covered me, and with a single expert motion slipped the hospital gown down my arms and off. Then she pulled the sheet back up to my hips.

She stepped up to the bed and began to


I looked out into the early Saturday morning light as my taxi took me the short distance from Peter’s house where I had spent the night to his office. I thought over the events of the previous evening and night (for the story see ‘Peter and Louise’). They had proved an extremely rewarding young couple and I had certainly not finished with them -although no doubt they devoutly wished that I had! As I looked out into the lightening sky I thought of the events of the last few months.

I now had two young families completely under my control and living very close together, although as far as I was aware, they were ignorant of each other’s existence. I planned to renew my acquaintance with Derek and Susan in the very near future (see ‘Derek and Susan’) and I began to muse over bringing the four of them together


I tried to stifle another yawn and looked at my watch. It was 03:30.

“Damn,” I thought to myself, “another hour before my tour is over.”

I got up from behind the desk, and walked towards the office door. I opened it and looked up and down the dark corridor. There is nothing as boring as embassy duty in the middle of the night.

“Oh well, at least I don’t have to stand outside in the cold like those other jarheads.” I mused silently.

Being a Marine sergeant had some privileges. I walked down the corridor towards the men’s room. I entered and


“Looks like we may have a new DZW.” My ears perked up.

“What’s the difference between a DZO and a DZW?” Of course the inevitable joke was to follow. Somebody took the bait.

“I don’t know, what?”

“Nothing. They both get fucked by a bunch of skydivers.”

I chuckled along with the guys, not so much at the joke (which I had heard before), but because at that moment both the DZO (Drop Zone Operator) and the woman the fellows were referring to as the new DZW (Drop Zone Whore) walked by. We were laughing all the harder because we figured they had


In the stories I’ve read, husbands are always willing and eager to share their wives with another man. The wives always still look like high school cheerleaders, and all will abandon their good sense, morals and inhibitions upon first sight of a big stiff cock, especially a black one. All black men have thick ten- inch cocks, which never lose their stiffness, even after multiple massive ejaculations. All real people are not like this. But some are.

My job requires that I live away from home and family. I never worried about my wife when we


Well it finally happened, and not at all like I ever imagined or fantasized it would happen. What, you ask am I talking about diary?

Until yesterday, I had never cheated on my husband of 21 years. For that matter, he is the only man I have ever had sex with in my life, since I was 16 and a virgin when we first met. That all ended yesterday and I still can’t believe it. Oh sure I’ve had the usual fantasies where I meet a handsome stranger while my husband and kids are out of town. He takes me out on the town and romances me then takes me back to his luxury hotel suite and makes love to me all night long. Well he was a stranger and very handsome but that’s where the similarities end. In fact it gets pretty sick and perverted but you, dear diary, have heard it all before.

I should at least give you some background. I am a 41-year-old woman, married with two kids who live an upper middle class life in a town that I won’t mention. I don’t have the body of a 21 year old but I haven’t let myself go either. I am 5’3″ natural blonde and I weigh 135lbs. I don’t know about best but my most noticeable feature is my chest. I wear a 36 DD and fill out every


My wife Julie is a beautiful and sexy blonde and I love her dearly. She is very quiet and well mannered. That is precisely why the things I learned about her dark side surprised me. For example, little did I know, when we married two years ago, that she had this fantasy of being shared by a group of rowdy men. I learned of her secret yearning because of a summer camping trip.

Julie and I love to go camping. We have this little tent trailer that we keep packed with all our gear so we can leave on a moments notice. My wife especially enjoys finding these


Rades was born into a family all belonging to the Builders cast, there had never been any question that he too would join the ranks of the same cast one day, and he had. Rades was skilled as few with a knife, wood came to life under his skilled hands, he knew how to use the natural colorings in the wood to make birds and flowers and expansive battle scenes stand out and look almost ready to move, in fact the builder was so skilled that his work as in demand all over the city, and sometimes outside of it to. Most of the time the builder worked alone, but last year he had found Musi at a low ranking slave auction.

The girl had sat on her kennel floor carving a piece of wood she had found someplace into a beautiful flowery bracelet with a sharp stone. Rades was fascinated, if the girl could do this kind of work with just a rock and some driftwood, imagine what she could do with


Rades was born into a family all belonging to the Builders cast, there had never been any question that he too would join the ranks of the same cast one day, and he had. Rades was skilled as few with a knife, wood came to life under his skilled hands, he knew how to use the natural colorings in the wood to make birds and flowers and expansive battle scenes stand out and look almost ready to move, in fact the builder was so skilled that his work as in demand all over the city, and sometimes outside of it to. Most of the time the builder worked alone, but last year he had found Musi at a low ranking slave auction.

The girl had sat on her kennel floor carving a piece of wood she had found someplace into a beautiful flowery bracelet with a sharp stone. Rades was fascinated, if the girl could do this kind of work with just a rock and


Spring was coming to the Piedmont as I traveled northward. It was 1781 and the news was not good. Cornwallis was busily rousing the loyalists in the Carolinas; Arnold was rumored to be on his way to Virginia, and I still had a long way to go to get back to my company up on the James. The road had been empty all morning but now a carriage lay ahead of me with no team to be seen. Odd, thought I.

The girl that sat on the pulled-down steps of the fancy rig looked sad indeed, nearly despondent, head down and knees wide apart. She was drawing on the ground with a stick and, I suppose, did not hear my slow approach. She glanced up as I


Ivan was a most unusual Marriage Guidance Counselor. He was independently wealthy due to a very fortunate Inheritance from his Great-Uncle. Ivan was his only surviving relative and benefited hugely from his Great-Uncle’s wonderful business skill.

Since Ivan knew that he had no commerce skills at all, every company he inherited was sold before he had the chance to damage their business. The money was carefully invested, so that it returned a generous monthly sum to him. Ivan only withdrew two cash amounts from the Inheritance. These were used to pay for places in Marriage Guidance and Hypnotherapy courses. He also bought an


I was angry at my husband. We had just finished celebrating our 4th anniversary with a nice dinner and a bottle of champagne. We had put our young twin girls to bed and started a very definitely X-rated evening when the phone rang. It was the hospital. A school bus returning from a late basketball game had overturned and he, as head of the traumatic injury unit, was required to help care for the injured. He apologized for breaking off our celebration, and then told me that he probably would not return until morning.

And there I was, engine warmed up. Hot as a race car ready to run the Indianapolis 500. Without a driver to take me around the track I doffed my sexy outfit and prepared to put on my nightgown. After I undressed for bed I looked at


It was Halloween night and my wife Cathy and I had made plans to attend a costume party that was put together by a couple of guys that I worked with. We went a few days earlier to see about getting some costumes and I decided that I would go as the “Phantom of the Opera”. My wife was having a hard time finding something that she liked.

Finally she went with a Mardi Gras type of outfit that had a mask that covered her face down to her mouth. The satin dress looked like a classic grown that you would wear to the king’s ball except for the


Newlywed Norma Miller stepped out on her balcony, pouting and sniffing, feeling sorry for herself. Her husband of two weeks had hardly glanced at her this morning when she had worked extra hard to look good, hoping he would take a few minutes to give her what she needed, sexual satisfaction, a fierce quickie, the kind she really loved, perhaps up against the door, a pleasant rape. She usually enjoyed being banged hard, always had, since she was thirteen or so.

Last night he had done his marital duty but that coupling hardly lasted five minutes including a lot of kissing and pawing beforehand and it left the young woman worse off than she had been


Holly drove through the upscale neighborhood of Richmond Hill on her way home from school. After climbing a half-mile up the gently curving residential road, she pulled into the parking area in front of the garage to her family’s two-story home. Slinging her book bag over her shoulder after she exited the car, she slammed its door as hard as she could. She hated the three year old Toyota. It was a nondescript tan color, and it certainly wasn’t a BMW or Lexus like most of the kids drove who went to her private school. It wasn’t as if her parents couldn’t afford to buy her a more fashionable car. After all, they earned a solid income from the consulting firm they owned. She was a senior this year, and she hoped that


A spur-of-the-moment comment while my wife and I were making love led to our first threesome. Though we have never repeated it, we both enjoyed it immensely. She was riding me cowgirl and we started to talk about fantasies. “I would love to see you fuck another man,” I told her. That was the truth. The thought of her pussy sliding down another man’s shaft excited me.

I laid out the entire scenario for her. She would wear a tight green summer dress that hung way above her knees and showed a little bit of cleavage. She would not wear a bra or panties, to demonstrate her


It was a Saturday morning. My husband of one year and I were sitting outside on the patio on a beautiful day. Out of the blue, without warning, he asked me if I wanted to try swinging. I was shocked and, without thinking or even blinking, my right hand found its way to slapping him. Why would he want to be with another woman? What am I doing wrong?!?

I met my future husband sophomore year in college. He wasn’t like the football players I grew up with who were always talking about their conquests. He was smart, sensitive and well


University was a great time for me. Staying away from home forced me to make friends and make friends I did. We learned a lot, of course, but we drank a lot, partied a lot, smoked a bit of weed and had fun. English university life is a play hard, work hard environment.

Many late Friday nights a mixed group of us would be crammed into someone’s flat munching pizza, drinking beer and wine and smoking. The atmosphere was very sexually open and most of us guys had screwed at some time with most of the girls.

The extended group totaled about 14 but at any one time there would be 8 or 10 of us lolling about on the floor, groping a bit and kissing too. It wasn’t the first time that one or two couples would actually have sex in


Alan, my husband of 21 years, has lately been giving off hints that he thinks he has missed something in life by getting married so young and staying faithful so long. I don’t think he missed a thing by being married to me. At least, I didn’t used to think so, but now I know there is more to life than one partner, no matter how much you love that partner.

Let me back up a bit and provide some background. My name is Dawn, I’m 42, and I’ve been married to Alan since a month after my 21st birthday. He is 2 years older than me. We met in college during his final year of undergrad and were married just 9 months later, just before he started


I love my job: team lead and sometimes site manager. I love the hours that let me do my shopping when there is no hassle, unlike the crowded weekends. I love the feeling of being cocooned in a secret world where only our voices count. I love the call center. In Manila now four hundred thousand people work in call centers. Most of us work at night, talking to America twelve hour’s time difference away, and living in our private, nocturnal life. Three quarters of us people leave work at five or six o’clock in the morning, when most of the city is getting ready to face the day. The bars and restaurants have adapted to serve us: happy hour from six to eight a.m., 24-hour dining, breakfast time tequila – welcome to my world.

Living this ass-about life, we get closer to our workmates than our family. Even though most call center people live at home with their parents, except for the weekend, they hardly see them except when coming in and the other going out. But there are lots to


Rather than bore you, the reader, with all of the details leading up the following occurrences, I will attempt to give you a summary.

During the early 1980’s my first wife and I were growing farther and farther apart. A major role in this was my taking an executive level job helping start a major company. This job was well over an hours commute each way and demanded long hours and extended travel. Because of my absence from home my first wife, Sylvia, entered into a series of sexual adventures (I later found this out).


I am Claire Simpson, a widow on the verge of middle age. My husband, Dave, the love of my life, died in an airplane accident seven years ago. I have two lovely children, both in grade school, and a more than comfortable income. I work part time as a reference librarian at the university library, not because I need the money, but simply to give me the opportunity to meet people in a neutral setting.

As far as I can remember, I was a normal child. I lucked out in the genetics sweepstakes with good health, a better than average mind and an attractive body. I can take no credit for this. It was all due to my parents and ancestors. My high school years were pretty conventional. I lost my virginity at the junior prom, as did most of my female classmates. Archeologists of some future civilization will probably refer to the junior prom as a ritualized mass deflowering ceremony. And I suppose it is.


Penny was from Nebraska and even though she looked innocent and just like the “Girl Next Door” she was anything from that!

After her break-up with Leonard she drifted from one guy to another, mostly hard bodies, but dumb as dirt and as she had told Leonard on several occasions; “You rat bastard, I was okay dating dumb guys, but after dating you I realize just how dumb they really are!”

When Priya, Raj’s sister, came into the picture she thought she had lost any chance of ever getting Leonard back, then her misfortunes turned upside down and suddenly things began to come around for Penny.


Ordinarily I wouldn’t have been upset by my husband’s infidelity. After all we had never been monogamous and both of us enjoyed the excitement of an extramarital flirtation. We had enjoyed dabbling in the swinging scene and visited a couple of clubs. He was turned on by my adventures with other men and encouraged me to be ‘easy.’ The only unspoken rule was that all our extracurricular activity was outside our ‘normal’ circle of friends and acquaintances.

As far as they were concerned we were a typical suburban couple, good fun, but hardly outrageous. It was at a party with our ‘normal’ friends that I discovered that Gary, (my husband) was not quite playing by the rules. While sitting knickers round my ankles on the loo, I overheard a conversation between two of the other women. Perhaps they were unaware they could be heard, maybe they didn’t care.


For months I have been admiring one of my black female co-workers named Brandi. I have been especially drawn to her gorgeous “Bubble Butt” I love watching her walk around the office swinging that ass as she walks. The sight of her gets my juices flowing. On several occasions I have complimented her on her beautiful ass, her piercing brown eyes and her overall sexy look.

She has never seemed to mind these remarks or other similar hints I have made so I decided that I would see if she would be willing to come to my home to hang out for the afternoon. She agreed and the date was set for Saturday afternoon. In preparation for what I hoped would be a seduction of her, I placed white silk sheets on the bed and had plenty of scented candles in the room. A bottle of red wine would help with her nerves and hopefully make her more comfortable. That morning I prepared myself by


There exists more than one plane of existence. Most people don’t realize this, but it is true. The densest layer of reality is the one we usually live in, the one in which you are probably sitting in, reading this. The material world. This is the world of banks and bills and President Bush`s continued war on terror. This is what most people think of when they think reality. However there exists another plane, a world of wonder and imagination. Actually this world is imagination.


My lover and I are in an interracial relationship. He is an Asian man from Mandalay. And I am a Hispanic mixed female from Puerto Rico. He and I have gone through a lot in our relationship. We have even disagreed so many times and have argued. But the sex between us has always been muy PERFECTO! Something that happens betweens us quite often.


With out too much thought I headed to the highway to hitch hike home. I caught a ride real quick. When I climbed in the car I saw the driver was an older white male. As soon as we started driving he started hitting on me. I was comfortable with it. I had been hitch hiking and getting sucked off by strangers since I was 13.


Nancy, one of Dr. Vishnu’s assistants took June into one of the exam rooms in the back. “Ok, now get undressed and we’ll put you on the heat massage table.” Nancy said pleasantly.

June stripped down to her chemise and pantyhose and started to lie down on the table.

“Wait a minute,” Nancy said, “we are going to use a new procedure that requires that you remove all your clothing and I need you to drink this.” She handed June a cup with what looked like orange juice.



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