Yesterday morning I was having a wank, and chatting on Lush, when my wife Sandra came in and said, "I'm horny too. Quick, before Tony gets here." Then she got on her stocking-clad knees and sunk her mouth down over my cock. She sucked on me for five minutes. Then she stood up, turned and lifted her uniform, and pulled her knickers down her stockinged thighs showing me her gorgeous ass as she sat on my cock. She rode me ha...

"You know what I want," Sophia said, her voice low and demanding as she looked into Clay's eyes. He swallowed hard, feeling the heat rise in his cheeks as he nodded. Clay's gaze dropped to the floor where Sophia's shapely legs were crossed, one stocking-covered foot bobbing slightly with anticipation. The shiny black stilettos she wore reflected the soft glow of the lamplight, drawing his eyes upward to the tantalizing sl...

We were leaving Sarah’s parents' bungalow and heading to the “Bat and Bull” pub for the normal Sunday night disco. Sarah had been chatting with Clare on the phone, and she had been surprisingly reluctant to tell her in person that she was bisexual. That it would be okay if our new group of friends knew that. “Did you mention Liz to her?” Somehow, over the weekend, Sarah had failed to tell Clare. It had taken some promptin...

It was the Tuesday evening after the opening of Brenda’s Art Deco hotel, and Sarah and I were snuggling up on the sofa. We had discussed the weekend and agreed that, though it had been extremely enjoyable, neither of us was in a rush to repeat what happened with Jake. In a way, we were still savouring that sexual rush that experience had brought. However, I noticed that Sarah hadn’t taken off her gold anklet, which she ha...

Christy was a girl I worked with. I was forty-one at the time and she was about to turn twenty-four. I say 'worked with.' She was in my department, which numbered about fifty to sixty people so we were not in general contact all of the time, and she had her own circle of friends. She was about 5'5", with great-looking boobs under her working clothes. She had fabulous legs too, and shoulder length hair and she wore glasses...

Deft, prim fingers cunningly caressed me. Skirt riding high, she offered a tantalising glimpse of her creamy white thighs and the tiniest hint of forbidden pussy above her dark stocking tops. Oh, God, I was so close! My breathing grew ragged. Two more strokes and I would… She released me, and I groaned in frustration. My cock throbbed, desperate for salvation. Amused eyes and a wicked smile teased me. Slowly, her hand ret...

It had been a while since we had been to the Playroom, from my other stories, was a BDSM place for only women. Women wore gowns, black lace thigh high stockings and high heels. Once they arrived, they were told to strip down to just their high heels and stockings. Mom had just gotten off the phone, after talking with Amanda. Mom looked at me and told me to join her in a bath that we had plans for this afternoon. Mom was a...

One afternoon I had come home early only to find my girlfriend JoAnn’s car in the driveway. I just thought that she was over visiting my mom. I also noticed a note on the front door. Thinking that it was for me I went to the door and began to read it. The note was short: “Please come in and take your clothes off. Please take a bath before joining us for the afternoon.” And it was signed by Mom. I then knew why JoAnn’s car...

It’s Saturday, July 24, 2014. We are attending Lenora’s friend Lauren’s daughter’s wedding at a local hotel and catering hall. Lenora is a mature brunette, about five-feet-two-inches tall, with an average build and shoulder-length dark brown hair. She is dressed in an all-black knee-high dress with black stockings and black open toe pumps. She has always been the Alpha personality in the relationship. I’m just an average...