Sex in Montpellier

“Weekends are supposed to be fun,” Rachel thought when she woke up the next morning with a nasty hangover. She was quite agreeable to rolling over and spending the day in bed when she heard the roar of a gas lawn mower from somewhere off in the distance.

“Jesus! Don’t they know it’s the weekend?” she groaned covering her head with her pillow. The 45 year old frustrated housewife allowed herself to wallow in self-pity. Her 3 kids were away, either in school or in the case of her son, in Europe. Her bastard of a husband was spending more and more time away. This time, he was supposedly working in New York. Since he now seemed to be traveling more and they were making love less and less, she had started to wonder if maybe he had a mistress hidden away somewhere. (continue reading…)

The first thing I ever noticed about Lady B were her legs. They were gorgeous.

Her upper body was hidden by the side of a wing-backed chair but stretching out over the side of the chair were her legs, endlessly long and clad in a pair of black seamed nylon stockings, the rounded white thighs above that wide band of dark double webbing bisected by black suspender straps. They were perfection - totally erotic, beautifully shaped, warm soft flesh which made you automatically lick your lips - in anticipation of licking her lips — upper and lower, outer and inner. (continue reading…)

You haven’t lived until you have experienced the lust of an older woman! I have been particularly attracted to woman 15 to 20 years older than myself. There is a confidence that radiates from them. Even when I was 18 I found many of my girlfriend’s mothers to be sexier than they were.

To my surprise now that I am in my forties I still find woman in their mid-fifties to mid sixties sexier than the woman my own age. I wonder if when I am seventy if I will seek 90 year old ladies. It is an encounter with a woman 18 years older than myself I want to tell you about. (continue reading…)

As he returned with a towel to dry off her rain-soaked body, she set down her waterproof pack and surveyed the RV. “Nice ride,” she commented, mentally approving of the style and décor he’d utilized to make the motor home feel like…well, home. She suddenly realized that he was staring at her, and she flushed hotly, realizing that she must look like a drowned rat after being out in that rainstorm. Quickly grabbing the towel and trying to dry her curls, she avoided his gaze.

Of all the interesting people she’d met through hitchhiking across the country, her intuition told her that this man would be the most intriguing. When he’d pulled over to the side of the road and emerged from the RV, she’d felt her heart suddenly start to beat a little faster. Tall, with dark brown hair and an athletic build, she could see even in the dark, rainy night that he was a good-looking older man. Now that she was inside the RV, she could see that his eyes were a startling, clear blue that entranced her. ‘And he’s a cop,’ she said to herself, ‘I mean, come on, what girl doesn’t fantasize about a police officer?’ (continue reading…)

“Happy Earth Day!” Shely said. Her husband, Lee, had just come into the kitchen and slipped his arms around her waist. “Did you sleep well?” She turned to look at him. His grey hair was damp from his morning shower. His firm body was encased in blue jeans and a red flannel shirt. In contrast to the rest of his attire, his feet were bare. She lifted her gaze from his body and stared into his brown eyes. They were dancing with laughter.

“Of course I did, you little vixen.” He turned her around and captured her lips with his. He kissed her for a few moments before he continued, “After what you put me through last night, did you really expect me to sleep any lighter than the dead?” He chuckled and hugged her tight, then held her at arm’s length to look at her. (continue reading…)

For a long while now I have been excited by the idea of my wife having sex with another man, sure it’s a fantasy but it’s a very powerful one. I have asked my wife what she thought of the idea and found that her feelings change with her moods.

Some months ago I bought a pack of condoms and put them in my wife’s bedside draw. After about a week she found them and asked me what the hell they were for as I have had a vasectomy. I told her that they were just in case she had the opportunity to have sex with someone else; after all I wanted her to be safe. She laughed at me and told me that they would never be used. (continue reading…)

In the summer of 1991 I had just gotten out of the army and returned home to Atlanta with the intention of getting my engineering degree at Georgia Tech. I had spent a year in school there before I went into the service and now all I wanted to do was get back to school and finish what I had started, so I enrolled in summer classes that June.

I had two goals that summer. The first was to get back into student mode as quickly as possible and the second was to get laid as often as possible. As it turned out I was only successful in meeting my first goal and that”s because I met Wendy. (continue reading…)

Marie, “Mi” among her friends, and I are still regarded as a nice couple. Just after we had met, the local newspaper used to mention us as “Our own Ken and Barbie” which I never liked. The simple reason was that both of us were well-known and popular sport stars in our small town. I was the star in our successful soccer team and Mi, who was National Champion in archery, was even regarded as the “Belle the town” and very often hired for local model jobs.

I had met her a few times, exchanged a few words, got very interested but not got any chance to get a date because she had a jealous boyfriend. But I knew that I’d get my chance sooner or later because her love to the boyfriend was getting fading away. Both of us were invited to a large number of events and parties and sooner or later we ought to meet somewhere. I was looking forward for winning her and planning to do it as a classic seduction with much roses and romantic dinners as soon as I got my chance. (continue reading…)

“(Readers: This is a parallel chapter to The Other Woman (ver1). This one from the blindfolded Wife’s Perspective. You’ll find it’s a COMPLETELY different take on the same occurrence described in Ver1. As Vanessa is very different from that dirty slut Cassandra… Reaction of any kind (positive or negative) is always encouraged. That’s the purpose of penning it. Any sort of specifics as to why my style/theme did, or did not work for you – is greatly appreciated. I want to get inside your miiiiiiiind. Let – me – have it!)” (continue reading…)

I have heard the sounds of a woman in lust before, but never would I dream that those sounds could come from my own wife”s throat. The gasps of passion, the cries of pure lust that I have just listened to were the most erotic sounds I have ever heard. The fact that I did not elicit those sounds does not diminish the effect in the least. As I sit here in this dark close room I think back on the series of events that lead me here and my wife there. And I know that I would change nothing that has happened over the past few weeks. (continue reading…)