I'm a married man. I've been married to Kimberly for 12 years now, who is 33 years old. It's been a good marriage, all in all. As, of course most marriages go, we have our problems and strengths. I've always thought of myself as a fairly normal guy. I'm 37, 6 feet tall, in fairly good shape. I love sports, fast cars and enjoy a 25 year old female in a mini skirt.
Well so much for the resume. Last week I came home at my usual time from work and found Kimberly (Kim) busily getting dinner. She had gotten off from work a little early and thought she'd fix something a little special for us that evening. I noticed a bottle of Merlot opened on the counter and a couple of glassfuls missing from it. I thought, "Ah yes, this is going to be a fun evening."I snuck up behind Kim, who was at the sink, and nuzzled my face into her neck. I could tell she'd had a couple of glasses, because instead of being startled, she purred a little, "Mmmmm, Hello Tiger." She turned to me and t"Well, I've got to hear this," She said as she climbed off of George and moved toward me. She ripped the tape from my mouth. "Are you enjoying your wife being ravaged by another man?" as she caressed the shaft of my engorged cock."I....Don't know.....I mean...Fuck...its hot...You seem to really be enjoying his big dick. I mean really enjoying it. I've never seen you gush before during sex. Is it that good for you?"She was silent for a moment.....then..."Well, yes.....He...He's so...big...and aggressive. To be perfectly honest with you Brian, I've never felt that with you. I love you, your gentleness, the way you care for my needs. Its just that...well...you aren't usually the aggressive one in bed."There it was, the truth. She was right, I was not aggressive that way. I was used to her being the instigator of our sex sessions, and now here she was, forced to be someone's fuck toy. She was enjoying the primitive instinct of the woman submitting to the ma
I felt so embarrassed, so stupid. My wife was about to be fucked by another man and I was getting turned on by it? Fuck! My eyes pleaded with Kim. She looked so sad and frightened. She lay back as George positioned himself in front of her. He began rubbing the head up and down my wife's pussy. She remained quiet and impassive. I wondered if she was still moist from our intercourse, if not, then his massive tool would rip her open.He continued to rub the head up and down her pussy. I could see the bulging purple veins that laced his massive phallus. Then, finally he pushed the head into her. He worked a few inches into her as she sighed, but still straight faced and still impassive. I thought that she must have still been wet from our intercourse for him to be able to do even that much. He grabbed a foot in each hand and really started to try to pump his thick cock into her. I looked down and saw that my cock was engorged and turning a dark shade of purple as the tip oozed
I'm a married man. I've been married to Kimberly for 12 years now, who is 33 years old. It's been a good marriage, all in all. As, of course most marriages go, we have our problems and strengths. I've always thought of myself as a fairly normal guy. I'm 37, 6 feet tall, in fairly good shape. I love sports, fast cars and enjoy a 25 year old female in a mini skirt.Well so much for the resume. Last week I came home at my usual time from work and found Kimberly (Kim) busily getting dinner. She had gotten off from work a little early and thought she'd fix something a little special for us that evening. I noticed a bottle of Merlot opened on the counter and a couple of glassfuls missing from it. I thought, "Ah yes, this is going to be a fun evening."I snuck up behind Kim, who was at the sink, and nuzzled my face into her neck. I could tell she'd had a couple of glasses, because instead of being startled, she purred a little, "Mmmmm, Hello Tiger." She turned to me and t
My name is Alex. I'm 17, 6', senior, former football player and a hunk by the girls' eyes. I have black hair and hazel eyes. I'm working on my six pack so now I only have four. I can be lazy at times, but not these times. My mom has been crying for over two months now and I have to say it's been annoying. I know my dad died about three months ago and that I cried too, but it's been over two months. My tears have dried, I'm done crying. I'm moving on. I just wish my mom could do the same thing. I had to get job. My mom refused to go to work and they took her off without pay. She can always go back, but she doesn't want to. So as result I had to quit the football team and work to pay the rent. I half want to smack my mom and tell her to get herself together, but I know I won't. I'm just mad that I had to give up my football for this. I know she's hurting, but she's effecting me now and herself. I work as an assistan
I slipped my hand down her back and undid her bra, her nice D-cup breasts now rubbing against my slightly hairy legs. I bent down and cupped them in my hand before squeezing hard on them. The bitch moaned to my every move. Finally, I stood back up and shoved my cock as hard as I could into her mouth, and started to slightly circle my hips, rubbing her nose into my nice unshaved pubes (didn't have time, wanted to get to bed as soon as possible).She moaned louder and after another good ten minutes, I blew another load into her again. She obviously loved it. I let her have it in her mouth for a few more seconds before letting it slide out.She was good. I usually have about an hour of oral with my employers, I've gotten really used to it, but she got me in under half that time. I have a little problem with calling my mom a bitch and treating her like this, but she deserves it."Alex, I-..." I didn't let her finish, I put my fingers in her mouth and her suck on th
“Natalie, you are extremely beautiful and I you are becoming very special to me. Just be careful and discreet. We don’t want any obvious situation to happen. But yes, I find your toes gorgeous. Can you do something for my, Sweetheart?”, I asked her.“Sure, Mr. Jones. Anything. You are my favorite teacher and I’m really learning a lot this year. If you had been here last year, I wouldn’t still be enrolled trying to graduate. What do you want me to do,” she asked.“Do you own any sandals or other pairs of heels?” I asked.She told me, “I have two pair of sandals but they’re kind of ratty looking. Not very flattering on my feet. The other pair of heels I have are closed toe.”I told her, “I really loved you showing your toes off during class today. If you can wear sandals or open toed heels every day, I would like that. Consider it to be a standing extra-credit assignment for you.”“No problem, Mr. Jones. I liked giving you a show. You will