me3957 “Oh God yes, that’s good. Are you watching Bobby? Are you? Oh yes, Charlie, faster, faster I’m almost there. Oh God yes, yes. I’m cummmmmiiinnnggg. Oh yes, yes. Bobby did you see that. What a wonderful orgasm. Are you watching and pulling your cock? Oh, oh another, I can’t …

michaellajones I watched Kay as she floated past me , her wavy shoulder length hair swirling as she walked , hips swaying as she carved a path through the crowd on the lawn heading towards the makeshift bar on the terrace. The eyes of other husband’s followed her catching every …

JennyGently “Fuck me! Harder! Harder!” I hissed the words hoarsely into Peter’s ear as he hammered himself deep into my body faster and faster and the wet slapping noises from between my open thighs grew louder and louder. “Oh yes! Oh yes!” he gasped, thrusting hard and rhythmically, driving his …

londondavid The thought of not being big enough for my wife had driven me mad for the last year. Ever since she had asked me if I was ‘in yet’, during a night of pretty drunken sex. After a few days of sulking, she’d finally asked me what was wrong …

j267 It’s said that no one ever forgets their first kiss. In my case, the first girl I kissed also turned out to be the last. Sarah and I met in pre-school and for some reason that no one was ever able to explain we became inseparable. Our first kiss …

xleglover Chapter 1 – High School I guess I should start by describing myself. My name’s Jen. I’m 38 now, and I’ve been married 14 years. My husband Michael’s 40. I’m blonde, and people tell me I’m pretty. I’m 5’2″ and petite. I have smallish breasts — 32A or B, …

bilbo181 Katie and I had met as childhood sweethearts when we were both only 14 years of age. We have been a couple ever since, married at 20, and about to celebrate our 15th wedding anniversary. Our marriage was as perfect as you could get. If you were to believe …

j267 There’s an irony in this story I’m about to describe. Its inspiration came from my interest in reading erotic literature particularly, articles about voyeurism and manipulation. The more I read these stories the more I would visualize my own wife as the central character. Finally, I decided that I …