Jake Peters and I watched the lady friends of Lynette Peters as they played cards at the kitchen table. Jake's comments about Betty, and how he wouldn't mind a roll in the hay with her, surprised me. Jake always dated girls around his own age. Betty was probably in her mid to late thirties. She was pretty, blond and sported a curvy figure. Not overweight, comfy would be the best description. I did notice that she was eyei...

CHAPTER ITheir friends all thought Giselle and her husband Francesco were a slightly ill-matched couple. For a start, she was a youthful 33 years old, while he was 48 and looked it. She was everything that a red-blooded Italian man would look for in a wife: 5’7” tall, an angelic face with a cascade of blond hair, 130 pounds in weight, with gorgeous bouncing 34D breasts and firm well-rounded buttocks that would turn heads...

Becca and Danny met soon after their parents started dating. Danny was seventeen and three months older than Becca. Danny was your typical teen boy. A real sports nut and the school's leading pitcher. He spent more time playing baseball then studying. Danny was smart though, he carried a 3.9 GPA Becca (Rebecca) wasn't your typical seventeen year old girl. Although Becca was one of the school's cutest girls, she also was i...

After the events of the past night. I didn't want to look Tammy in the eyes. I couldn't believe how many times I masturbated to her videos. I think she would see my need to see more of her if she looked in my eyes. The moment I woke up I gathered my clothes and called a taxi.I didn't wait for the taxi to get to the gate. I met the driver of the cab halfway down the street. I paid him in advance if he took the fastest rout...

**This is the Prologue to a story I've been thinking up for a while now. I can assure you this: there will be plenty of hot sex, hungry women, and Relentless black cock. I've also got some drama in mind. If you read this and like it, please comment! I want to hear your thoughts. Now read on and enjoy!**THE EBONHARD SECRET Night. Inky darkness seemed to pour in through the windows, broken only by city lights shining from f...

Sandra was in love with her boss.  Well, if she wasn’t in love with him, she was definitely in lust with him.  She looked across the desk at Jon Willingdon: she was his personal assistant.  They were in their daily morning meeting, where he outlined all he required of her to do for the day.  She was taking notes but was also checking him out.  He was six feet, two inches with broad shoulders, strong arms, and a narrow wai...

Please read Part 1 of this story, which explains that my name is Jeff, and I was forty-eight years old, and living in Omaha with my wife, Diana, who was forty-six. Diana lost interest in sex when she was forty-five, and after I resorted to reading porn stories for a while, I focused more and more on cuckold stories, which greatly influenced my sexual desires. I eventually began writing cuckold stories, and at about that t...

“Hold the elevator please.” Megan and Joshua heard a woman’s voice just as the elevator doors were about to close. Joshua quickly held out his arm to so the doors wouldn’t close.Through the small crowd of newly arrived guests, they saw a very scantily clad and rather chubby young woman coming at them. She was slightly jogging, her huge chest and big belly bounced with each step she took. The small pieces of clothing that...

I’m twenty-seven and in grad school. This semester I’m working as a TA in order to get a few extra credits. I’m married, but I still get the attention of many of the male students, which is why I wasn’t surprised when one of my student frat boys invited me to a frat party. Of course I declined because what business would I have at a frat party? It’s not that I would actually care, but I’d feel especially out of place at a...

Ainsely had been sitting on a picnic table next to the parking lot at my company barracks chatting with a little group of smokers and jokers hanging out there. We only had one car so to use it any given day, she had to come pick me up after work. The picnic tables were kind of a social area for guys from the barracks, guys coming back to the messhall from the motor pool. Usually there would be other girls there, wives or...

My wife, Diana, and I have had a pretty typical marriage for most of our lives, living in the Omaha suburbs since college, and raising our children here. I’m Jeff, and I was fortunate to get a job with a major insurance company in Omaha, and now, at the age of forty-eight, I make a good living from my upper management position. Our children have graduated college and are living out of state with their own families. Diana...

In recent years I’ve rediscovered going to live music gigs. Where I live in the West Midlands, there is a thriving tribute band circuit. You can see many good outfits playing the music of groups who have either died or grown too rich and lazy to play anymore. You know the ones I mean. I prefer 1970’s and 1980’s rock bands and my wife likes pop acts and we usually take turns in choosing who to see. In this story, it was my...

I was seventeen when I first met Anna. She was sixteen at the time and just moved to Long Island from Canada for a few years earlier to be with her grandparents. She was in my high school as a junior while I was a senior. We barely knew each other then but I knew she was hot. She was a cute five-foot-six-inch black beauty that had long black hair, chocolate eyes, a nice ass and a beautiful face. She had a nice laugh but i...