Sex in Montpellier

The wife and I hadn’t been getting along too well lately, for a number of different reasons, most of them financial. We were both working long hours, taking on overtime whenever it was offered, trying to work our way out of debt. Our love life sucked, in fact, it was virtually non-existent. We hadn’t mentioned it to each other yet, but I think we both knew we were on the brink of breaking up. I couldn’t speak for Alice, but divorce was the last thing I wanted. I had been in love with Alice since sixth grade and we had gone steady off and on all the way through high school. Oh sure, there were others along the way, for both of us, but we always seemed to come back together and it was no surprise to anyone we knew when we got married. I did not want to lose her, and I hoped that she felt the same way about me. (continue reading…)

My third true experience. Well it has been a very interesting few days. Jane and I met up and went for coffee as usual in the village; Richard had told her all about our morning of sexual ecstasy on Wednesday night (that night she was fucked stupid by Richard on their soiled bed) and she was delighted when I said I had written it all down and placed it on the web.

Since then they have gone to the site and read it together before going straight to bed and having wonderful hard frantic sex together. However, Jane confessed to being a little left out and confessed she always fancied Martin and having read our ad they had decided to see whether we be willing to take things further. (continue reading…)

*Chapter 1: Extra Service*

Terri was reflecting on her life while enjoying her morning shower. She and Dennis had been married for almost 30 years. The children they raised were very successful in their pursuits. Randy was in his second year of graduate school and expected to receive his PHD in about three more years. Susan had a short career as a CPA after college, but got out of the work force after she had the first of Terri’s two grandchildren. The dry cleaning business that Terri and Dennis had started right after they got married had turned into a chain of fourteen stores and a central dry cleaning plant. They were financially set. (continue reading…)

As I’ve detailed in previous stories, I’m a very lucky guy because I have to be married to one of the horniest women on the planet. Later I plan to write some fictional stories but to this point, this letter and my prior ones have all been 100% true.

T, my wife of 16 years, loves to be fucked. While she doesn’t cum every time, the majority of the time she does and then she goes off like a rocket ship. I love to eat her and feel her pussy convulse as she cums or watch her eyes almost roll back into her head when she’s riding me. Oh, and the sounds she makes when she cums are just impossible to describe. I’m getting hard just thinking about it. (continue reading…)

Yvonne and Tom sat snuggling a little while on the couch. Out of nowhere, he asked her, “Are there women you know now the ones you want to become personally involved with or have some kind of intimacy with honey?”

That question broke the ice. It helped a lot. Even though there was a lot of tension between them, she and Tom were a little uptight about everything. Tom was and knowing Yvonne as well as he did, he was sure she was tense and uncomfortable.

When he asked the question, he heard her sigh; she turned towards him, and that smile that he fell in love with, appeared on her mug. Happy to see it, it made him feel more accepting of it all with Yvonne. That made him think, “Yes, I suppose she still does love me.” (continue reading…)

I stood there for 10 minutes, still weak in the knees from Tammy’s blowjob. Finally I gathered my strength, pulled my pants up, got back on the fork truck and began driving back up to the front. I had to drive slowly for two reasons, first to make sure that all the dock doors had been closed and second, I just didn’t have the strength to go any faster. The blowjob from Tammy had drained my strength as well as the cum from my cock. Also I wasn’t in a big hurry due to the fact that Tammy had to walk to the front and I wanted to give her time to get home and be ready when I arrived. (continue reading…)

He had been fantasizing about watching his wife suck some other guy’s cock, and had hinted to her that it would be something he’d like to see, but she never quite picked up on it, or if she did, she was deliberately ignoring his overtures in that area. So he began to wonder how he could make it happen without telling her beforehand.

Then one day he was surfing the internet and found one of those “personals” websites and saw an ad that read, “Want To Watch Your Wife Be Seduced?” The body of the ad promised discretion and disease free sex. He sent an e-mail asking for more info and received a reply that sounded promising. As luck would have it the guy running the website was in the L.A. area and they arranged to meet. He was told to bring a picture of his wife to see if she qualified for the service. (continue reading…)

“Hello Ladies and Gentlemen, I just thought I would take a second to put a disclaimer on this story. This story deals with the main character Wendy becoming extremely dominant and aggressive it is almost a non-consent story but with the tables turned. The men are at the mercy of Wendy here. Gets a little extreme at times; you”ve been warned. Enjoy. VV. ”

She could trace the moment she changed back to a single second. She had left her husband of twelve years, two years ago. She had married late in life because she couldn”t believe anyone would want to be with her after they knew of her problem. She was thirty-nine on the day she left. Now, she had no children and she would be forty-one in a few weeks. Ken, her boyfriend, was fed up with her prudishness she knew he would leave her soon so she bit the bullet and let him seduce her. And the same thing happened on that day as had happened so many times previously. You see, Wendy ejaculates. Not a trickle, not a squirt; many gushes. When she cums she goes off like a bottle of champagne. (continue reading…)

I was asked to participate in a program to teach the elderly how to use a computer, but instead of conducting these lessons at a centre, where many of our senior citizens feel embarrassed by their mistakes in a group, this service was done in their own homes, using their own computers. The computers they would be using to do their banking, emails and surfing from. It was up to the instructor to what fees he or she chose to charge. All the instructor had to do was register with the local authorities, for police clearance, prove they were competent with computers and willing to work in the evenings, then make the visits given to them by the supervisor of the program. (continue reading…)

Another Friday and no plans, damn, a girl needs to get in something or something needs to get in this girl. I prefer something got in me, but good dick has been hard to come by lately. It’s like the entire collection of good dicks decided to go into hiding, leaving a sister high and dry. I called my partner in crime to see if she had the 411 on some happenings for the night. Vickie, my partner always knew where the happenings were.

She suggested we take in a college basketball game. I wasn’t keen on that idea; I didn’t think I could find what I was looking for in that venue. Hell I’m thirty-eight years old and both kids are far away in college. I’ve raised my kids, I don’t need another child. I’ve never been much of a sports person; in high school I didn’t attend any sporting events. But Vickie, she liked that atmosphere; she’s a basketball junky to the max. (continue reading…)