Sex in Montpellier

Approximately six months or so after I had made my husband”s two-way mirror fantasy come true, Jim approached me with the idea getting involved in a three-way? I asked him if he meant him, me and another man.

It was a Saturday morning and we were having coffee at the kitchen counter when he began to describe his next fantasy adventure!

“No, not me” he went on to explain. “I was thinking of you and two other men.” He then told me that he had already taken the liberty to contact a few guys through the same online dating service which I had used to contact Chris. (continue reading…)

A week and a half passed and Scott got a message on his answering machine that made him smile. He had gotten a call from Barbi and she left her number so he immediately called her.

“Barbi, this is Scott, you called?” Scott asked. “Hi Scott, I did call and wanted to know if you had anything that I could do some modeling for you.” Barbi asked. “As a matter of fact, I have something next Tuesday but I’m sure you probably wouldn’t want to do it,” Scott tells her. Barbi’s interest peaked when he didn’t tell her so she asked what it was. (continue reading…)

She had to admit that their marriage was dull and that they were having problems. She knew her husband, Jeff, was getting frustrated with her and was afraid that he was seeing somebody else.

But she felt that his needs were different from hers and despite a few attempts to liven up their marriage they inevitably fell back into the same old routine.

Sometimes she blamed her upbringing for the way she was. At times she felt very conservative and inexperienced. Her preference was for gentle romantic lovemaking with lots of foreplay and loving - she wondered often if this was just a fantasy and not a possibility. (continue reading…)

It’s like this. She’s crazy. I can’t think of any better explanation. I mean, who would even dream up such a thing except Julia? That’s just the way she is. She knows what she wants, and she knows how to get it.

It started innocently enough. I arrived home from work about 8:00 p.m. – a little later than usual – and found my wife and her two closest girlfriends halfway through their third bottle of red wine. It was some site. There was Julia sitting in the middle of the ivory leather couch, her long blond hair hanging in her face, the gorgeous curves of the tops of her tits just barely peaking out through the top of a pink floral tank top, and a grin across her face like the Cheshire cat. She’s incredible. My wife. She’s absolutely the most beautiful, sensual creature in the world. (continue reading…)

Business had pulled Ramit away from his family again. Depressed, and missing them, he tried his wife’s cell phone only to get her voicemail. He didn’t leave a message. What was there to say? She understood that he was working as a consultant for a few years because it would help them save up the down payment on the new house they wanted. Their kids were growing up and soon the girls would need their own bedrooms before they started the third world war. God knew he and Elizabeth had already gone ten rounds with them over why they had to share a room when their baby brother, James got his own room. (continue reading…)

Sitting alone on the couch he felt the thrill of anticipation, he took another slug of whiskey from his glass. “Steady on” he said to himself, “I mustn’t drink to much.” He knew only too well how alcohol reduced his ability without reducing his desire. He looked at the clock on the shelf 11:15 p.m., he knew what would be happening now, he had been there many times himself, the music, the rhythm, the atmosphere, the shoals of female prey and male predators, although sometimes, such as tonight, these roles were not so clear cut. (continue reading…)

In the evening at dinner John showed up. We ate together and as we finished up Shelly invited him to our room. I was a tiny bit surprised, but not against his being with us. I had figured that she would want to spend the time with just me.

We got to the room and John produced a bottle of wine. We got some glasses and then sat and talked for a bit. The wine went very fast. I looked at Shelly and John and realized that we were probably going to be in sexual overdrive again tonight.

After thinking about it for a bit I decided that more wine was needed. Saying so, I got up and put on my coat. Shelly came up to me with a questioning look. (continue reading…)

I’m an unknown, self-taught, small time tattooist; working out of my home; inking friends and kin; occasionally helping out other tattooist at biker rallies.

I started doing tattoos because my full time job sucks; I want to retire in five years; but still need something to pay the freight.

I was determined that it would be something I enjoyed.

My niece, in her late twenties, thought it would be cool to have a tattoo party. She had it all lined out and pitched it to me; she would invite all her friends, provide me a good space to work in; she would be the sacrificial lamb and could guarantee that I would be busy all night. I got to keep all money, and she would get the rep of throwing killer parties. (continue reading…)

“A fictional account of an affair between man and woman of different ages and how they fared. I want to thank Terry M. for her life and encouragement.”

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I was standing near the baggage carousel waiting. Just waiting for a beautiful young girl I did not know. I ran the past year through my mind, the first e-mail I received from her, how she had responded to a story I had written in Literotica. How we had become friends over the anonymous airwaves and how we had reached this point. Terry. Terry. I kept repeating her name to myself maybe to reassure me that this was real, that she was really on that airplane. (continue reading…)

Bill stood in the doorway and admired Missy’s lithe body. There was not an ounce of fat on her and her nipples stood out solidly on top of her compact breasts. Spanning her labia with two fingers she pulled the outer lips apart and exposed the moist, bright pink inner lips covered with her sticky looking lubrication. Inserting her fingers she gathered some fluid before lifting them to her face where she sniffed them, smiled and then ran them over her lips like she was applying a coat of gloss.

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