Richard folded again with a sigh. They had been playing for nearly an hour and he was down several thousand now, while James was up only up a few hundred. They certainly weren’t doing well despite the amount of attention that the men were paying to Sophie...
“Any luck with Sophie?” Richard’s text read when it popped up on his phone while he sat in bed, scrolling through his phone before trying to go to sleep. He sighed. He hadn’t attempted to bring it up since his try the day before. There was now less than a...
Richard’s cock felt like it was about to split her in two, but rather than pain, it was pure pleasure as he fucked her brutally from behind. He didn’t seem concerned about her enjoying it at all, but that only seemed to add to the animalistic nature of th...
You probably think that I don't do poker parties any more. I'm not present at the event, but we still do many 500 parties all year round. It's just that they only need one person, and I get my servers to do them. I prepare the food and whatever else is re...
I was rapidly shedding my traditional wife persona and setting free my natural slut. One thing I had learned from that crazy boyfriend I had before Dan was that I loved sex. In my heart of hearts, I knew I loved to fuck, and I was willing to try a lot of...
It is important to understand that over the last five years, I have considered myself a traditional wife. I fell in love with my husband Dan and eventually married him. That’s it. From then on, it was the two of us alone together forever. Like I say, I’m...
My wife and I had dinner one evening with another couple, Gail and Tom, with whom we used to swap partners. We had begun swapping about a year after we first got married, and had sex occasionally for a few years after that until we both had kids. Well, ab...
Chapter 2 The next week, I was prepared. I’d outfitted myself as a very sexy french maid. My lace-edged apron was cut just below my nipples and hung down not quite to my crotch. I wore a black skirt that just covered me if I stood upright and didn’t move....
Chapter 1 Friday nights were poker nights at my boyfriend’s place. Jake tended to do pretty well overall, and I usually looked forward to a good fucking after the boys left. The more he won, the harder he would fuck me, and I loved his larger-than-average...
Hiya everyone. I’m Kryssi, but my real name is Krystal. Everyone calls me Kryssi. Before I even talk about how lucky I am to be with my boyfriend, can I, like, clear the air a bit first? Everyone always makes these totally false assumptions about me, so I...
One man short for hubby’s poker night. Bob says you really need four players. “Perhaps my lovely wife would like to join us.” Hubby says, with an almost sarcastic chuckle. “Sure, why not. I’ll deal the cards.” “So, little lady, what’s it going to be?” sai...
There were four of us that loved to get together to play poker and drink beer every Friday night. We had done this for years, without interruption. We were golfing buddies, and all were happily married goofballs. One night, as we were, deep into our ninth...
Her behaviour shattered our timeless symbiosis of love. She opened her legs to a cock to which she became a slave. It wasn’t the colour that disturbed me. It wasn’t even the fact it belonged to my best friend. It was the fact that she was my poker debt....
The property in Arlington, Virginia was initially built as a duplex. The double driveway led to two garages separated by stairs leading up to two front doors. Each side had a living room and kitchen. One floor up there were two bedrooms. The builder had o...
The house was huge. Powerful floodlights lit the garishly decorated building, as it dominated the hill overlooking Los Angeles. Somewhat ostentatious to my mind, it proved yet again that wealth and good taste aren't always mutual bedfellows. That said, I...
