Semua Bab PLEASE DON'T STOP (Steamiest short stories): Bab 31 - Bab 40

t started innocently enough. Her mother, Daniella, had been watching the late night horror show on TV in the recliner, covered with a colorful handmade afghan. Her stepfather had been lying on the sofa in his pajamas with his head propped in his hand. Eighteen year old Penny had lasted less than ten minutes into the movie before she jumped up and tried to climb under the afghan with her mother. “Dammnit Penny there’s not room for both of us in this recliner,” her mother said irritably. “Go sit with Ken.” Penny, dressed in a thin cotton nightie that came to mid-thigh on her and a pair of matching panties, scampered over to lie on the sofa with Ken.She pulled her own afghan from the floor and covered them both. “Comfortable?” Ken asked, tucking the afghan in around her shoulders and smiling down at her pretty face. She nodded and pulled the afghan tighter around her neck. Ken laid his hand innocently enough on her hip and went back to watching the movie. Penny woke up with a start. Her

Six o’clock came quickly. Donna ran to the phone to make the call she was told to make. She dialed the number only to get a recording that had been made just for her. Listening carefully, making sure of the address she was supposed to go to at 8 P.M. that night. The sound of Michelle’s voice made Donna’s legs weak with desire for more of what she had experienced earlier that day. She smiled as her mind wandered back to the most sensual experience of her life and it was with another woman, which was a first for her. She ran upstairs quickly to shower and apply her make-up. She was horny again already. she felt the wetness between her legs building as she watched her fingers touch those special places. She quivered as her index finger slipped easily in to her wet pussy; a soft moan of pleasure escaped her as she worked the single finger deeper with each stroke. “Oh God” she moaned as the orgasm began to build. She knew it wouldn’t be long before she would feel the rush of pleasure cares

The directions stated to arrive at the deserted warehouse at 8:30, and I made sure to get there early so I wouldn’t be late. The warehouse one of a long row of vacant, or nearly vacant, buildings located near the waterfront. Parking my car next to two others in front of the building, I wait inside it until the allotted time. In that interval, several cars slowly panused by with the occupants looking my way before continuing on. At 8:25, I locked my car and went inside; the front door open and creaking loudly as I pushed it open enough to enter. Going up the stairs to the third floor, I find the note you left for me. I may be late but I’ve arranged some company for you to entertain. Don’t disappoint me. A dim light from the end of the hall beckons and I walk towards it. My steps the only sounds and I wonder if the light was always left on or if it was coming from the outside. Another doorway opens to my left and reveals the source of the light; a single, bare bulb hanging from the ceil

“Hey honey… Have you seen this?” My husband asked, showing me an email he had received. I barely glanced at it before answering. “Nope!” “It’s from our group. They’re having a Halloween party… swinger style!” My hubby informed me. “Really?” I asked with interest. “Hang on, let me see if I got an email from them too.” Sure enough, a quick look at my inbox proved that I had gotten an email invite. Hmm… it’s been some time since the last group party… “Sounds like it could be a lot of fun!” I remarked excitedly, but then my mood crashed. “But who would watch the kids? You can go if you want to, and I’ll stay home.” I offered because this was the simplest solution and I was almost always stuck home with the kids anyway. I was used to it… “That’s not fair!” My husband protested. “I got to go to the last party. I think you should get a chance to go to this one… I’ll stay home with the kids.” I felt tears sting my eyes. “Really?” I asked almost breathlessly, amazed that my husband could be so

I can’t believe I’m the only guy who loves his wife, fancies his wife and desires his wife so much, he wants someone else to fuck her. Some guys might understand what I’m saying and others might think I’m making excuses for the fact that I can’t possibly love her if I have thoughts such as these. The thoughts would have remained fantasies as my wife, Ellie, would never have entertained the thought of going with another man. Trust me, I had tried as carefully as I could to talk to her about it but I was blocked even before I reached half way to the fantasy stage, let alone actually doing it. My fantasy began to overwhelm me though. When I had the house to myself I trawled the net looking for women who looked like Ellie so I could watch them having sex and imagine it was her. If we went out for a drink I would watch her go to the toilet and see if any guys looked at her sexually. If one did I would tell her and get turned on when she blushed at the thought of a guy wanting to fuck her.