It makes sense to first describe the subject of our story, Wendy. That’s not to say that the appetizing visual image of her you will get will cause you to forget her misdeeds when it comes to her marriage, or even forgive them. Instead, you might begin to understand the why and the how. Understanding either of those two things is not a requirement to move forward. Unbutton your pants, slip your hand inside, and rub what’s...

Garrett presses play on the device containing the audio recording. His voice sounds through the speaker and begins a story… It’s been two days since Mother’s funeral. I haven’t slept more than minutes at a time since. I sit in one of the dark stained, wooden chairs at the table in her kitchen as I sip on warm scotch that she had saved for a special occasion. I’ve spent the last two days in a drunken haze roaming aimlessly...

Gina went to her room and brought back her own strap-on. When she returned, Melissa already had me on my side on the carpet, fucking me from behind. Gina put hers on and got behind Melissa and performed the same act on her. If only I could have been a fly on the wall to witness that scene! I heard a chorus of moaning from the three of us as we all gyrated into each other on the floor. I reached back to put my hand on Meli...

It turned out that Melissa had no additional plans for the evening. We spent a long time in the shower, soaping each other, kissing, talking, and that sort of thing. She said that while seeing Gina was a special surprise that evening, she couldn’t wait to meet her the next day. I admitted I was also looking forward to the three of us being together in person. When I thought about it longer, my mind went in a million diffe...

Saturday night continues… I wasn’t prepared to hear what Melissa just said. I didn’t think I had described Gina in such a way that she would want to meet her. I mean, I guessed there was no harm in the matter, but what was the purpose behind Melissa wanting to meet her? “Why do you want to meet her?” I asked, desperate to know what was on her mind. “Well, she was the first woman you had sex with despite me being the first...

The Next Day I woke up shaking with Anxiety as my day to be with Melissa outside the public realm had finally arrived. I had all sorts of thoughts about what could happen when I walk up to her door. The mere fact that I had no idea what to expect was the driving factor behind my nervousness. Up to then, I could work with the daily bus rides and how to handle her presence near me. Regardless, I had a lot to get done before...

The following morning, I woke up before Gina did and lay there, still glowing. That night was amazing. We explored each other for hours. Not always providing sexual pleasure, but certainly a hands-on experience. We traced every curve of each other’s body, kissed every inch. Yes, we made each other cum multiple times, but the exploration was the most fun. We teased each other, figuring out what tickled and what made us wet...

Saturday “This past week was one for the books,” I thought to myself as I finished preparing my dinner. I intended to sit and watch TV for the evening since Ben was gone again. I couldn’t get Melissa out of my head. I wished she were there with me. I doubt I would have been watching TV if she were there. I began imagining all the things we would or could do to each other when Gina texted me. “Whatcha doin’?” Gina asked. “...

“So, she sent me that message and it was the beginning of one of the hottest exchanges I’ve ever had, if not the hottest. By the end, she had me in such disarray, it would have been difficult to explain to anyone had they walked in. I probably looked like I just got fucked by an army,” I said, feeling my blood temperature rise. “She did that to you?” Gina asked. “Oh, yeah.” I nodded. “Are you planning to do anything with...

I have a story to tell you. It’s about an event that changed my life for the better and I only hope that everyone gets to experience something like this in their life. A friend can be more than just a friend with a nudge in the right directions. It began one Monday morning… Monday I noticed her in the back of the bus after I stumbled onto it as I did most Monday mornings. She was a young brunette sitting at the rear of th...

“How do you feel, Angie,” I asked when I felt she was sufficiently aware. I woke up before either of them. I put my hand on Angie’s thigh and gently slid it up her body, trying not to tickle her. I felt no different about having my sister in bed next to me. I felt no different knowing that I had sex with her the night before and came inside her pussy. It was a restrained sort of love I was prohibited from showing until th...

I put my chin on Angie’s shoulder as I released her tits and put my hands on her hips. “I want you, Angie.” She put her hands on mine and sighed, “Can you continue being gentle with me?” I turned her around to face me. “I’ll never hurt you.” She searched the sincerity I wore on my face. When she found it to be true, she kissed me softly on the lips. “Let’s dry off and go in the bedroom and see what we can do, okay?” She m...

I woke up not feeling my absolute best. For some reason, I never thought to bring any kind of medication. I scraped for whatever clothing was immediately available and wandered downstairs. I opened every cabinet in the kitchen looking for Ibuprofen but didn't find any. In lieu of that, I got the biggest cup I could find and filled it with water. The kitchen sink was full of the previous night's dinner dishes and I scoffed...

We spent the evening in a completely platonic conversation. I asked her a lot of questions about her thoughts on incest and we had a terrific discussion about societal expectations regarding inter-family sexuality. We generally had the same views but spoke about varied opinions on how people tend to approach a family member for sex. Our discussion lasted well into the evening, and we ended up falling asleep on our sides,...

We both left the living room after little fanfare and went directly to the bathroom to shower. We both stripped whatever clothes we had left on and dedicated a significant amount of time to caressing each other in the shower. It was loving and magical. Our hands roamed over the other’s body inch by inch without missing a single bit. We kissed more often than we touched, and I don’t know if we ever felt more in love than w...