“Stop giving our waiter a hard-on, Kat,” Allison laughed. A natural redhead, her well-endowed, natural breasts spilling out from the sides of her thin tank top, Kat was mercilessly teasing Gerard, our usual waiter. Her tight leggings left even less to the imagination than her skimpy, see-through top. “Why?” Susan, a true California blond with an enviable, sexy body, countered. “He’s a guy. They like that.” Susan was all b...

Before he’d even walked through the door, I was ready to fuck my husband until he broke. My cunt was dripping wet, hot as a volcano, and aching for a stiff, hard cock. "Honey, I’m home!” Mike announced. He looked somewhat silly in his floppy, wide-brimmed fishing hat. If he’d planned on saying anything else, I’ll never know, because I had strategically positioned myself to arouse and entice. After my luncheon with Allison...

I heard it open and close again, our seldom-used back door. I unlock it every morning after everyone else leaves for the day and before I head into my home office to start working. I know who and who it is, and my dick starts to get hard. I get up from my desk and move toward the stairs, and from there, I can hear heavy kissing and light giggling. I reach down and adjust my rapidly swelling cock inside my jeans. The giggl...

I looked at myself in the mirror, transformed from an alluring housewife into a slutty vixen on the prowl. Perhaps my scarlet lipstick was a bit heavy, but the thinness of the provocative, white bikini’s material was very distracting, drawing attention away from my whorish makeup. The additional fact that it was so stretchy and clingy tipped the scales from sultry to aggressively seductive, almost trashy. The skimpy front...

Tess paused at the door of the salon. She passed it every day, seeing the women go in and come out, and thought of the image in the glass. Deciding it wouldn’t hurt to ask, she went inside. The stylist looked over at her and smiled. She was a tall, busty woman with ebony skin and a huge ass, the black tights struggling to hold their seams and the neon green blouse ready to burst its buttons. “Yes, darling? Can I help you?...

Having dropped Jen off at her mom's house so that she could spend the next twenty-four hours with her dad, I stopped around the corner from my house to take a moment and think. I was heading back home to spend the first proper time alone with Becky, my seventeen-year-old neighbor, who was also the daughter of an ex-girlfriend. Becky and I had time together because Jen, Becky's best friend, was spending time with her dad,...

Tonight is yet again one of those balmy summer nights when my body and mind are restless. Hence, sleep is elusive unless I seek aid from a cocktail of pills, only to be jolted awake after a nightmare. Rest and sleep should come easily when at home, but they seem like a royal privilege after my last deployment. With the unchanged broken light, the faint glow of the silver moon illuminates my room, with a silhouette of the...

FIRE! That single, shouted word violently altered the trajectory of my day, sending it hurling toward a chaotic tumult. The powers of the universe, allied with Murphy’s Law, sought to undo all my work. Disaster upon calamity struck, repeatedly, and it all began just seconds before “FIRE” was screamed into my ear. With my husband gone, having left early that morning, and the house all to myself for a few hours, I did what...

When I made it back outside, Ginger was on the professor’s lap, wiggling her too-perfect bottom all over his groin. Her husband, Ben, was copping a feel of her full, round breasts through the bikini top. At that moment, I realized that despite my mental justifications, blaming the edibles and copious amounts of alcohol, I’d let Ben finger me the night we met because I was strongly attracted to him. My lusty desire didn’t...