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My Wife, The Scaredy Slut - Part Twelve

It was my first day of working the houses without Dennis and it was definitely a new experience in many ways.

Darla I was in the back room looking for a particular fabric when I heard the door open and close. Seconds later, there were loud moans coming from the main work area, so I dropped everything to check it out. There, splayed out like a Lesbian Gourmet Meal, was our lover, Pam, with Melanie's face buried deep between her open thighs. Moving quickly in their direction, I knelt down to kiss her while quickly opening her perfe...

jj2000

Life On The Estate - Part Two

Danni catches the last train home.

I made the last train home with minutes to spare. Out of breath and feet killing me in the heels that looked great but were not designed for a dash across the station, I made my way down to the least crowded carriage. The nearest group of seats was occupied by a large group of boys of about my own age. My appearance was greeted with loud, suggestive comments, as the cocky and obviously worse-for-wear 18–19-year-olds eyed...

EmilyLace

Up, Up, And Away!

Her first ride in a hot air balloon was more than she ever expected.

I was so excited. I had signed up for an excursion in a hot air balloon over the Napa Valley in California. Having never been in a balloon before, I was counting the days until my adventure would begin this coming weekend. I woke early on Saturday. My stomach was already filled with butterflies as my excitement continued to build. I just knew this adventure would be memorable. Positive it would be a day to remember that I...

KatieTheWriter

PheroMOANs 2

Sometime just the smell is not enough.

Two days later, and I'd lost count of how many times I'd gotten myself off in Mike's hoodie. I should have washed it. I meant to wash it. But every time I picked it up to take it to the machine, I'd catch his scent and end up back in bed instead. Now it was Friday evening, and I was walking to the climbing centre wearing the hoodie under my jacket. It was freezing, proper cold, and I needed the extra layer. Besides, Mike...

EmilyLace

A Visit To The Hot Tub

A forgotten bathing suit leads to an unexpected but welcomed encounter.

All of my recent travel for business was getting out of hand. I was now an executive at an accounting firm, having risen through the ranks over the many years I had invested in the company. I had just turned fifty-two. The divorce from my ever-wandering husband was now finalized. It felt good to have the burdensome weight of a dying marriage off my shoulders. The trip to our offices in Denver had been very productive. Sev...