Stories by Angstypleasure

I was doing yard work on a Saturday when Taylor drove by. She smiled and waved at me, and when I waved back she pulled to the curb and got out. She was wearing shorts and a red top - it was clinging to her breasts and firm abs. "Hey, Chris, what'cha doing?" she said, casually. "Just - about...

I guess I could have just said "No" when Taylor asked me if I was pregnant. We had gone shopping together and were at a trendy little coffee shop. We had already had the scene, two weeks ago - not much was said, but we all agreed that it was time to put on our clothes and go home. It seemed best...

It was obvious, in retrospect, what was going to happen when I volunteered to go back to the beach house with Taylor for the beer. The look on my wife's face as I see that she is straddling John on the beach, her newly tanned breasts swaying over him, his cock slamming into her thrashing body...