My name is Sherry. I am married . I work hard to keep my 31 year old body in good shape. I have long blond hair that stops about eight inches above my waist. My eyes are blue, I weigh 108 pounds and stand about 5’6″ tall in high heels. My husband Jim asked me to tell the story of my night on the town in Las Vegas. He has already told the story of my encounter with the four black gentlemen at our hotel. What happened after that adventure, is the subject of this...
Continue reading...How I met my match
I got tired of dealing with the games that girls in my area like to play so with the suggestion of a friend of mine I put my profile in a premium transgender personals. A month went by and I almost forgot about my profile. I need to give a little background on myself. I am a straight male and I love women but most of the women I dated were either too clingy or after the first date wouldn’t want to have anything to do with me. I was checking my email and I...
Continue reading...A Mother-Daughter Twosome
Ann Walker trudged wearily from the front office of the Bay Construction Company, and turned down Market Street to begin the four block walk to her car. San Francisco screamed around her in the throes of its rush-hour convulsions, spewing people and cars and dirt and noise out of its belly in frenzied, hysterical haste. The sky was low with the smog that had settled in from the bay, and a half-ridden sun broiled the sweating city mercilessly. It was hot, noisy, cramped and stinking. It was Progress. “Hey, get the hell out of the...
Continue reading...A husband suspects his wife of cheating on him
Helen worked for a small firm of accountants in town. She’d been there around six years and was well liked and respected within the organization. Her role was Administration Manager and she looked after a modest department of secretaries and administrative staff. Normally, she worked 9 to 5. She returned home punctually at 5:40 pm or perhaps 5:50 pm on a busy day. I myself usually got home earlier and so was always there to greet Helen when she arrived home. Recently though, she’d been getting in later and later. No explanations were forthcoming and...
Continue reading...The wife’s fucking with a dominant man
I held the door for Lynne and then followed her into the club. I hated places like this. Loud, smoky, crowded, I hate them. But it was our fifth anniversary and Lynne loves to dance. So once a year I take her to a club and she gets to dance. Not with me. I can’t dance. Well, I can fake a slow dance. But why bother. I just don’t see the point in dancing. Lynne wouldn’t have any trouble finding dance partners. She was hot. No, I didn’t say that right, she was HOT! Yeah,...
Continue reading...I fucking the neighbor’s wife, need I say more?
Angie lived across the street from my wife and I. She was 18 when she was married and was now 19 years old. I don’t know how. Her husband was almost always gone. And she was a wild one. Not having the chance to be an average teen, Angie was ready to be wild at any given moment. The first time I met her, my wife sent me over to borrow a couple of cigarettes one evening. Angie was a knockout, with long blonde hair and ample size tits. She was wearing sweat pants and...
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