My wife Joan and I were living in an Atlanta suburb at the time of this story. She was forty-five years old and had a good job in the insurance industry, and I was forty-seven but had been laid off from my management job. I was spending a lot of time at home on the computer looking for a new job, and despite the many applications that I had sent out, I was having no luck in finding work. Joan and I had a great love life f...

I grew up in an atmosphere of sexual negativity. My father, at five six and thin as a rail was anything but sexy. Mom wore the pants. She had the higher-paying job, was taller than Dad, wore heels every day of her life and reveled in making him look bad. They may have had sex just once in their lives.As you might imagine, I picked up a lot of bad habits from that environment. Indeed, I was proud of having Mom's forceful p...

This is the 2nd installment of the series, “Memoirs of a Bisexual." I recommend reading Chapter 1 “The Sexual Revolution” to get up to speed with Chapter 2, which is the immediate continuation of the story. The next morning we all woke up in a rush. Layla and Amanda were freaking out because they were late for class. So there was no mention of the wild night before. Just rush, rush, rush. In fact, there was not much talki...

My new husband wanted to get me pregnant and have his baby. We had only been married 4 months but he was 48 and I was 44 so the clock was ticking. I told him we would give it a try but if I didn't get pregnant in a few months then it probably wasn't going to happen. We had been trying for four months with no luck. We had sex all the time. He took me every chance he got. Sometimes three or four times a day. He was a great...

You may recall me sharing with you my experience with my trainer, Danielle, and her boyfriend Alex in part 1 of this story. It was definitely one of the most intense threesomes I have ever experienced. We had just finished up with her and Alex sucking the cum from my cock and me swallowing Alex’s man juice. We lay back relaxed, realizing how good and special this threesome was. That is until Danielle started sucking both...

From a Triathlon to a Biathlon three-way (part 1) Danielle is my trainer. To say she is hot is an understatement. She’s about 5’ 7-8”, great ass, not a lot in the breast area but a really gorgeous face with a great ass, (I guess I already said she has a great ass didn’t I?) and she is about 20 yrs. younger than me also. Plus, she went to the Caribbean and came back with a banging tan. She does triathlons and has a persona...

  It would be very helpful if you read part one of this story to get a better idea of the context of the situation and characters.  But in case you just want to start here, I will provide a synopsis of the first story to provide a starting point for this one. My name is Ed, and my wife Sue and I were both forty-one years old at the time of the first story. We had just moved to the Atlanta area when our son Tommy was sixte...

I wait in anticipation under the sheets fingering myself. Earlier this evening was amazing, and I know from experience it can only get better. Even after years of dating, just thinking about his huge cock just gets me wet. I hear the water running in the bathroom, I know it's coming soon. My pussy is soaking wet, it feels so good while I am rubbing my clit. The bathroom door opens, he emerges. Will I ever get used to his...

[In this story, the term "Daddy" refers to the dominant adult male, as is common in the BDSM lifestyle.]This story is true and is about a dream I had the other night. I had been thinking so much about my Dominant Daddy (BlackMentalDom) and I was missing him because I had been a bad slut and disrespected him, so he gave me time alone to "think" about things.My dream began with me laying down, reading a book in just a black...

This is a fairly long story but I broke it into two parts so that you can read the first half in one sitting and find your place easier if you want to come back and read some more. Also, I would like to say that this will be the start of a seven day sexcapade for Missy involving two of her past flings. Please enjoy and rate and comment at the bottom. Happy reading!! ;)It was now Monday and mom had to work. I was left home...

Karen was ludicrously horny. She'd just sucked her boss's cock at work, was about to fuck her husband's best friend on the way home and would then just grind it all in her clueless husband's face with glee when she finally made it home late that night. But she needed sexual release and needed it now! "Fuck!" she yelled at the traffic and pounded her steering wheel. It wasn't even that bad, but she could see brake lights a...

1976Logan Lee Beauregard drove his sporty, little green, convertible MGB onto Interstate 85 West, just north of Columbus, Georgia. The top was down on the little convertible sports car as he felt the wind blowing freely through his long hair. He was hyped with eager anticipation about the mischievous adventures ahead of him. He sat low in the seat, his left arm resting on the top edge of the door, while his left hand rode...

“Do you think anyone on the team knows about us?” Sam asked his best friend. “No way. How could they know?” Aaron asked. “I don’t know, things have a way of getting out,” Sam said. “Will you just be quiet and take your shorts off?” Aaron ordered Sam. “Not even in the shower and you are ordering me around,” Sam said with a smile. “That’s right, now get in there before I have to punish you,” Aaron said, as he removed his sh...

Over the last few weeks I haven’t seen Tanya much. She’s been with her boyfriend Mike a lot. They’re so great together, I’m just waiting for him to give her a ring. Speaking of rings, my phone chirped and vibrated in my pocket as I lay out on the couch. I answered it, Tara was on the line, bawling. “What’s wrong, Babydoll?” “He left me! Mike left me! He was cheating on me with Kiara DiSanio!” I became half-way enraged, an...

I am weak. Mentally and physically weak. I wish I had the capability to will myself to leave, to tell him what I really think of him, what I know he thinks of me, and leave with my dignity. I'm usually stronger than this. Far stronger. I can't fight it, not with the hold he has on me sexually. My entire body is limp, rising and falling with the thrust of his two fingers inside me. He kisses me, with the strongest passion,...