Part 7: Harriet Plays, Meet The Press Harriet agreed to one interview for the intercollegiate reporter, but only on her strict terms. Her place, no cameras, no cell phones or any other electronic recording devices. The appointed day came, and found an uncharacteristically nervous Harriet second-guessing herself. The doorbell ring broke her train of thought. Straightening herself, then with a quick glance in the mirror, an...

Parts: 3-6 Part 3: Business Isa Blowin’ Anda Growin’ A very gleeful Harriet couldn’t get home fast enough to share the good news with her new founding member affiliates. They were so equally happy, they had a naked party, and downed several bottles of wine in the process. Still too raw and sore to participate, Harriet was content to sit and watch and get in a few good licks here and there. Her website was very robust, inc...

Part 2: Suck-uring funding As word spread through campus, a few, short weeks later, her schedule was booked six months out. Of course, not every client was a sexual encounter. But plenty enough of them were to keep sweet, but naughty Harriet in full supply of good, hard cocks. On the tame side, she taught girls how to cook from scratch, to can, how to sew buttons on, how to do things they should have already known how to...

PART 1: Part 1: Six months after losing her husband of forty-plus years, Harriet, a former beauty queen, fitness model, and serial entrepreneur who could easily pass for a woman many years younger, and was about to have an epiphany. Everything seemed to fall into place effortlessly. She had been visiting her granddaughter Myra, a beautiful redhead at the university where she was a graduating senior at just nineteen years...

If you recall, Hilda had arranged an anonymous sex session between my wife and I at her place.  Neither my wife nor I knew the identity of the other party.  My wife was made to wear a hood and warned not to speak, preventing her from knowing who she was fucking.  As I studied her body, I felt she looked familiar, but hey, I fuck lots of women and had not fucked my wife for a while.  Thus, the unfamiliarity. Hilda answered...

My wife stood before me, us, butt naked.  The expression on her face was just as confused as was mine. I quickly glanced up and down her beautiful nakedness, taking note that my seed was trickling down her thighs, which made me smile to myself.   Hilda let out a belly laugh so hard her tits bounced as she high fived the girls.  WTF? They were all in on this? My wife and I just stared at each other.  No words, just blank s...

If you recall, my wife caught me in the act of thoroughly enjoying the company of Hilda's stepdaughter and the stepdaughter's girlfriend.  To extract an equal measure of revenge, my wife got all dolled up and hit the bars that same evening, cruelly face timing me as she let a total stranger slide his hand under her skirt and play with her beautiful hairy pussy.  If that wasn't enough, she took the guy to a corner booth, r...

  To say my wife was pissed off was an understatement.  She isn't one that shares her 'meal' if you catch my drift.  Once I emerged from the shrubbery and noticed my wife standing there, I knew I was going to catch hell.  I didn't know if confession was going to be good for the soul, or a life sentence. She had a mix of hurt and anger I hadn't seen in quite some time.  In fact, it was the last time she caught me that I go...

Ever since Hilda and I played the Glory Hole game last week, I spend nearly every afternoon behind the garage listening for her to exit her house.  So, earlier today I was putting at the potting bench near the fence we share, just feet from the new glory hole.  I was lost in my task when the sound of her back door slamming shut, startled me back to my senses. I listened intently for the melodic tone of her voice, but was...

  A few months ago, the elderly widow living behind us, sold the house and moved in with a daughter.  Some time later, on one of my evening walks, I was pleasantly surprised to see an attractive Hispanic lady in her 40's, I guessed.  Her jet black hair was past her shoulders and silky shiney.  Her body was accentuated by the cotton tank top that showed off her perky tits and hard nipples.  The cutoff jean shorts barely co...

(SATURDAY MORNING)   Hannah answered the phone on the second ring.  "Hello."   "Hannah," I breathed heavily into the phone. "Hiya," Hannah whispered. "I wasn't sure you would call." "What are you doing Hannah," I asked softly. "Waiting for you.  I expected your call last night, Mr. Howard.  I was alone and really in need of my punishment." My cock thundered to a full-blown erection instantly.  "I'll be there by 10 am.  We...

(THURSDAY MORNING) I wore the new cologne I purchased the evening before.  The one I hoped would arouse Hannah just the way the hot young saleswoman had promised it would.  Third period came and Hannah was in her seat before the bell rang.  I nodded my approval as our eyes met.  She stared for a moment and leaned to the side to reach in her purse.   Her left leg lifted and parted noticeably as she leaned, showing me she w...

(TUESDAY, LATE AFTERNOON)   True story!  My buddy is one of those community movers and shakers, good looking fit guy, rich out the wazoo, generous to a fault, and truly possesses the midas touch.  He also has a stunningly beautiful, All-American girl next door type, seventeen-year-old daughter, Hannah Rochelle.  Hannah is vertically challenged, but like her Mom, more than makes up for the lack of height in the physically...

  A sweet feminine voice answered on the second ring.  I cleared my throat. "Maggie?" "This is she.  Who is calling please?" A lump lodged in my throat, chocking back my abilitiy to promptly answer.   "May I ask who is calling please," she repeated. "Hey uh Maggie, this is Howard.  You, uh, left your panties at my house the other day." A short silence was quicky followed by a giggle.  "Well, hello again. I wasn't sure you...

My wife is a meticulous, OCD level housekeeper, so I was surprised a few months back when she told me she had hired a service.  Every week, these two middle-aged Hispanic ladies show up and do a marvelous job.  So yesterday, they brought a third person, a young, beautiful girl who looked to be 18-20 years old. Magdelena is her name, or Maggie as she said she prefers.  This perky little ball of life is bilingual, where the...