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Jan
28
This is probably the most important night of my life. I kid you not! Estelle is going out on a date with Dexter. He is the adonis black boss at the place where I work. Dexter is quietly spoken and he has been interested in my wife for a long time. But it is company policy that the senior managers don't fraternise much with the workers. So I feel that we have had to move with some care. I told Estelle that Dexter was interested in her and she smiled. She has always been intrigued by black guys. So I said that I wouldn't kick up a fuss if she had a date with him. To avoid unwelcome company attention, i even said that I would act as their driver. That way, no one could say that they were out alone.

Estelle is grooming her short auburn...
Jan
27
'Would you like me to own you?'

It was the most astonishing question Peter had ever heard. Of course he had been challenged with a few questions…at the seminary, as regards matter of belief and faith… but never a question like this! He smiled. May be he hadn't heard right? After all they were talking in the middle of a church social. It was just, well, that Penelope affected his thoughts a hell of a lot. She was the most exquisite woman that he had ever set eyes on. Imagine a slim, intensely stylish woman in her late twenties. She wears designer fashion effortlessly. She wears heels just so, the expensive designer handbag was meant to be on her arm, she looks as though the leather skirts she wears are almost her second skin. Penelope...
Jan
25
Look, we were fostered from different families. Chloe is not really my sister. We were simply raised by the same foster family. But boy I hated the little bitch! She must have come from snobby stock. it must have been in her genes. Chloe was instinctively snooty, know it all about everything. Blonde, slim, terribly pretty, our foster parents loved Chloe. They spoiled the little bitch! Back then we did some entrance exams for private boarding schools. The fostering agency would sponsor some kids through that. I got nowhere of course, but little bitch Chloe got into a smart girl's school. For fuck's sake, the little cow always fell on her feet. She always got others, teachers and the like fawning over her. I remember how she got our...
Jan
24
Cheryl is dancing down at the club. I watch her move around the floor, her svelte body moving sinuously to the music. This is her kind of music, the beat rhythmic but not rapid. She can move her hips on the off beat, accent the snaking, s curve of her body as she rolls upwards from her thighs. My wife looks as though she is actually fucking. She moves her head left and right, swaying, swaying her raven hair. Her lips petulant, upturned and inviting. Someone once told me that my wife looked as though she had attended a private girl's school. She looked snooty. She looked self absorbed, opinionated, discerning, 'a fucking snobby bitch' as one guy observed to me without actually realising that he was talking about my wife. This much...
Jan
24
Another Man's Wife Had

By someone named Lone Coyote with much lengthening and enhancements by Erotic Writer.

Found this on another site readers. Liked the theme so added much sex detail to the story.

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I enjoy other men's wives. I enjoy single women too but there's something special about a married one. Of course, it's that taste of forbidden fruit, knowing that when she opens her arms -- and legs -- to you she is breaking those sacred vows and you are taking something that was promised to another man alone.

The only thing I can't...
Jan
23
The Tutor – Part 1
By Titslave

It is usually those whose poverty is relatively recent, the ‘new poor,’ who throb with the ferment of frustration. The memory of better things is as fire in their veins. - Eric Hoffer

With his appointment last summer as assistant athletic director of the state university here in the deep South, Ted Olson’s dream had come true. He was in an upper echelon of the NCAA, overseeing both the football and soccer programs and earning $275,000 a year.

Overnight he and his wife Suzanne went from drafty apartment and beater Toyota back in Minnesota to a 2016 BMW for him and a late model Grand Cherokee for her - and renting (until they bought) a large, newly built home. He crowed to her, “Suzanne,...
Jan
23
It was three months after the June in which we had our first “big” adventure with my new, enormous cock sleeve. As we had trained Joy’s pussy to accommodate some really massive dick, she had since ordered for me the extra large “Cambria” sleeve, a thick ten inch cock that I would slip on my own penis, making myself more than nine inches in circumference. She loved the experience and I loved fulfilling what turned out to be our mutual fantasy. Once upon a time, months ago, I had to request of her that I fuck her with my first, much smaller “big dick” sleeve. We had now gotten to the point where, when she was really horny, it was she that would make the request for “the really big dick”. Sometimes, I could even make her beg for it.

She...
Jan
21
We left Southampton well over four hours ago and now, now Estelle is making up her face. My wife is pretty, a natural ash blonde with a generous cleavage and a rounded eye catching bottom. Estelle is 36. She is the sort of woman that looks good in a black basque, and a sassy black cocktail dress, both of which she wears now. Her finger nails are painted a burgundy red. The choker around her throat is in black velvet. I see her clip the Chaumet dress watch onto her wrist and then squirt perfume on her pulse points.

'I wonder where we have got to?' I murmur, uncomfortable in my dinner jacket and bow tie.

Estelle is irritable with me. She has been this way these last six weeks. Something is changing.

'Well go outside on the balcony and...
Jan
20
The door slams, the windows shake, we're having another argument. I've got one more day before I have to give my decision. I get that he wants his own space and stuff, but I really, really want this job. It's always about him!

I don't understand the problem, we've worked together before, it was where we met! This was years ago but I still remember how we used to catch each other's eye across the office and share a giggle. He even told me how much he loved seeing my smile first thing in the morning. We used to love working together and now it's out of the question. What changed?

"Babe?" He says, gently knocking at the door I shut. "Can we talk, please? I hate it when it's like this."
"Oh, now you wanna talk?!" I reply.
"No... that's...
Jan
20
Ellen checks her attire. She is wearing black seamed stockings, a neatly pleated but ridiculously short blue tartan mini skirt and black high heeled boots. On her top there is a blouse that shows a lot of her cleavage and a short leather biker's jacket. She smiles at me. OK? I smile back. I've never been able to say OK. I've never been able to talk to her about how willingly I go through with this. Once it was a curiosity and now it is a need. It is a need as great as hers. I will drive her to the truck stop, out on the interstate highway and we will wait. There will be other women there hoping to get laid casually and rough by a trucker. There will be other husbands who wait quietly, unobtrusively in the background. Yes, we're...