Sex in Montpellier

It would be Jakes 40th birthday in just a few days. And his lovely wife Terri hoped that her plans for his birthday surprise would go smoothly. She had been making arrangements and preparing for the last 3 months. Of course she had been contemplating the whole adventure for the last two years.

Jake didn”t like gifts or surprises. Just last year for their anniversary Terri had purchased a new gold and diamond band for Jake. But Jake being the don”t fuss over me, no thrills kind of guy he is, very politely asked her to return it, saying that it just didn”t make sense to spend that much on something so impractical for him. (continue reading…)

I was going crazy thinking about my wife, Anita, making love to another man… But I knew that I wouldn’t really like her making it with another man. I talked her into it! Not all at once of course… but after a while of fantasizing and talking to her about it, I got her to think about making out with another guy, as I watched, and then after he left we’d make love!

It all started innocently enough, I have always been somewhat of a voyeur and my wife is definitely attractive! I would love to see her make love to someone else… Well, maybe not make love to someone else, but to get fucked by someone else! But then there was always this danger sign that suddenly appeared! I wasn’t sure what “HER” reaction would be! I wasn’t sure whether she would prefer him over me! I wasn’t sure that she would have any use for me after I pushed her into that! I wasn’t sure that she would consider me an acceptable mate after that! I wasn’t sure that she would be totally turned off and not only lose her attraction to me, but be repulsed! (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…)

My wife and I run a high-end printing business that has gained a lot of clientele over the past five years. On the bright side, income has been good. On the down side, time to relax became scarce. And yes, stress at one point was beginning to catch up with us.

After one of those demanding client meetings and while driving home, my gorgeous wife Ayee made one of those deep breaths that produced a familiar sound of being both tired and stressed out. Even though she is indeed very tired, Ayee remained very attractive. At 5′4″, her 29-year-old frame is like that of a blossoming teenager as she’s managed to remain within the 105-110 pound weight range through the years we’ve been together. Her shapely profile is covered by smooth fair skin down to where it matters where she is usually shaved completely, perfect 34-B breasts with nipples that permanently stand up and out, a butt that’s so shapely even our most hardened clients obviously drool over it, and a pair of legs that’s worth getting an insurance for! Recognizing she’s probably all keyed up, I decided to pull over and told her how much I appreciate her hardwork and that I would do anything to make her feel better. She just kept quiet and smiled, telling me that how I should make her feel better is up to me. (continue reading…)

We were both in our underwear, getting dressed for the party. Susan was in her lacey black bra and panties, and her gorgeous figure was making me lose my concentration. Freshly showered, she was standing facing the mirror, with one hip cocked to the side, her head over to the other side. Her shiny, jet-black hair swayed as the brush stroked from the top of her head down to the bottom of her mane, by her elbow.

“Hey, gorgeous,” I whispered across the room, “You”re going to be a knockout at this party.” She looked in her mirror and smiled a wide, sloe-eyed smile. I knew we were due at the party in an hour, but her slender legs, wide hips and graceful full ass cheeks made my head a little foggy. “I”m getting stoned on you,” I said. Married for almost 15 years, I couldn”t believe how hot she still made me. The kids were already at Grammy”s, and the part was an entire hour away. (continue reading…)

*Episode 4 - A Perfect Division of Skills*

I was aware of children playing in the street. A soft morning breeze drifted across my naked body, refreshing me. A warm shaft of sunlight added just the right note of sensuous well-being. It was everything I loved about a Saturday morning sleep-in. In a moment, I would think about opening my eyes, but for now, I was drinking in these tactile sensations.

Slowly, my mind replayed the sensations my body (and mind) had felt before drifting off to sleep with my wife in my arms just a few hours ago. (continue reading…)

“I don’t know if we can make it work,” was the flat response from the other end of the line. I looked at my phone in irritation; was it possible that people were just this dense? The deal couldn’t possibly have been any better, with minimal risk and up front investment, and a large profit potential.

“That’s fine,” I said after a moment. “I’ll keep looking around and you can hang on to my number in case you change your mind.” And that was that. It was the third rejection in five weeks, ever since I had decided to finally make a real effort to bring my erotic ideas into the mainstream adult entertainment world in the form of videos. (continue reading…)

Hugh McLean was walking across the parking lot on his way to the cafeteria for his lunch. He’d drawn second shift for lunch, and was getting pretty hungry after five hours of steady work in the cab of his crane. As he walked towards the double doors leading into the cafeteria he noticed the small groups of workers, all of them engrossed in animated conversations. Something was up, and when so many of the guys were talking about it, it couldn’t be good. He wondered if someone had been killed on the job. That would usually get everyone’s attention. (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…)

As I entered my house to find Carla, in the lounge talking on the phone, she gave me a quick smile and nod as she talked. I listened to one side of her conversation.

“He’s just arrived now.”

“No, I got Phil to take the children back to our place, they have no idea what’s going on, we just told them that Caitlin wasn’t well. Roger will have to go and see them later.”

“We’ve called the doctor to her, he should be here soon. But we don’t want him giving her too many pills and things in the condition her minds in at the moment. Perhaps Rog will be able to calm her down a bit.” (continue reading…)