Sex in Montpellier

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After my first wife and I divorced, I had a need to find another place to live. I stayed with a friend for awhile, but didn’t feel comfortable imposing on he and his wife. I contacted a local Real Estate Broker and he assigned his best agent to help me find something suitable. The agent’s name was Liz, and she was a wet dream come true, forceful, dynamic, beautiful and sexy, and a recent divorcee herself. We hit it off immediately, and within six months, we were married. That was 8 years ago. (continue reading…)

*- A Ms. Neb Story -*

She just came right out and said it. We were just having a casual lunch like we had done many times before. The subject matter was the usual girl talk and then out if the clear blue, she said it.

“I need to tell you something Julie. Matt’s and my sex life is OK but it really needs spicing up. My fantasies have been running so strong lately. They have been driving me crazy.”

I just sat there in complete silence. I didn’t know what to say. As she kept talking, there seemed to be an increasing sense of desperation in her tone. (continue reading…)

The next day we spent in Delft and when we arrived back at our hotel we went to Martin’s room ate some hash candy that we had bought the previous day and had a few glasses of Clynelish before going to a rijstafel restaurant. I was hungry, a little drunk and very stoned when we finally left for the restaurant. We had never had rijstafel before and when all the plates came I was overwhelmed with choices. Martin explained the various dishes to us and what was best to start with. I sampled everything, but when I came to Gado Gado I knew that it was my all time favorite Indonesian dish. Throughout the meal we kept downing cold Bintang beer and by the time we finished I could tell I was really looped! (continue reading…)

For those of you who have not read my previous submission, I will describe my girlfriend Sandy. She is 25 years old, 5′5 115 lbs with bleached blond hair and brown eyes. She is tan and has black eye brows and a black muff that is completely waxed but for a little soul patch above her clit. Sandy has the nicest pair of natural 34 C’s I have ever seen with perfect dark pink nipples. I am 6′0 175 lbs with dark hair, dark eyes, killer abs and a great tan.

I left off with my beautiful girlfriend getting a massage at a professional day spa and getting fully serviced by the male masseuse. His name was Mark and he fucked my girlfriend”s pussy, mouth and ass. Mark has been the source of many beat sessions for me; just thinking about him violating my girlfriend makes me too horny. Sometimes I fantasize that Mark and I fuck Sandy together, and in my fantasy I guide his huge cock into Sandy”s pussy and after he is done dumping his seed inside of her womb, I eat her pussy clean and then suck Mark”s dick off until he is hard again. (continue reading…)

“Oh darn!” Marni exclaimed when she flipped the switch to the garbage disposal and nothing happened. She turned to her twelve-year-old daughter, Jenny who sat at the breakfast table, picking at her waffle. “The disposal’s busted, Jen,” she said.

Jenny looked up from her mangled breakfast and shrugged. “Call Dad. He fixes everything.”

Marni nodded as she turned to pull out the eggshells she’d just thrown in to put them in the wastebasket. Her body had tensed at Jenny’s mention of Tim, and a pulsing started between her legs as she remembered what happened last time he’d had come to do work in the house… (continue reading…)

The morning following her after-hours experience with Sally at the strip club gave me the opportunity to talk to my wife about her reaction to things. She admitted that, perhaps like most women, she’d always been curious about what it would be like to have sex with another woman. This was a curiosity, though, she repressed until last night for fear of what my reaction might be … and perhaps fearful of how much she’d like it. But she admitted enjoying it immensely once she understood I arranged it and wasn’t turned off by the idea of her being bi. She also admitted that although she hardly considered herself a lesbian … she enjoyed a man’s cock too much for that … she would hardly object to being with other women again. (continue reading…)

I knew it was time to end this whole thing and get out of the master control booth before anyone arrived to shut me down. If I hurried I could switch off the “live assist” mode and put the system back into the fully automated broadcast mode. Our local television audience had seen enough for one night. As soon as I had the system up and running normally I could get out of here and go get a drink. I needed a drink.

I also knew that there was going to be hell to pay. Hell to pay when I got home and hell to pay when the general manager and the FCC put it all together and came looking for me. I was already in hell so it didn’t matter to me anymore. As I said, I needed a drink. (continue reading…)

*Chapter 5: Betsy, part 1*

Betsy followed me home, but once inside my apartment she seemed a little hesitant. “Having second thoughts?”

“No, I’m just not sure how I should proceed. I’m breaking new ground here and I don’t know what to do.”

“Well, we didn’t come here to play cards, checkers or chess. We both know why we are here and we both know the mechanics of that so I guess a reasonable place to start would be to take our clothes off.”

“What, no romance? No hugs or kisses, just get to it?” (continue reading…)

Woe is me, I waited until I was in my early thirties and slightly overweight to get freaky. Well, maybe not freaky in the true sense of the word, but freaky for me. And who am I? I’m your average housewife. My husband makes a butt load of money, so even though we have a lot of bills, I still don’t have to work. When I say a butt load I mean by the average American standard not the Bill Gates standard.

I grew up in an average middle class family. I have one older brother and one younger sister. My dad was very strict, so I didn’t date much. Okay, I didn’t date at all during high school except for an occasional school dance. By the time I graduated I had kissed two guys, once each. So needless to say I did not get much experience during my teen years. (continue reading…)

“(This is a true story of my wife’s and my adventures over the past summer. Even though it is true we have changed the names and the names of places to protect those involved. For those readers who have not read the other two installments, they are entitled; Oh No! and Routine Duties. Both stories detail the results of Jan’s adventures in sex-role playing and how she got caught by one of the upper management personnel from where she worked. We have enjoyed reading all of the comments that have been sent to us by the readers but we want to remind you that what we have written really happened and we have attempted to tell it as close to how it happened as possible. Thank you for waiting patiently for each installment.)” (continue reading…)