Stories by Quinn

It was no wonder my wife, who was, at the time my girlfriend, had been wet between her legs. The shy naïve girl had been having mutual masturbation with a fifty-year-old man who was a friend of her father. Now she was about to tell me what else she did with him. Although, in spite of all...

Thank you to everyone who has E-Mailed me and for your comments and criticisms. Here at last is the next chapter. Regards, Quin. * * * * * My wife told me how she lay between the boys' legs licking his cock after sucking him off. "I waited until he got restless and wanted to use the...

My wife was pinned against the kitchen worktop, skirt around her waist naked underneath. I thrust into her almost lifting her off the ground and watched as her tits bounced up and down making her nipples peep through her unbuttoned blouse. Her bra had been pulled up to expose her well-rounded...

My wife lay back on the sofa, her legs outstretched and open. One hand was inside her lacy black panties - the other held her drink. She had on black stockings and suspender belt. By now I had taken off my trousers and underwear and was gently playing with my cock. My wife began to speak. "...

Sipping my drink and trying to relax I asked my wife, "How many men were involved with this episode with the builders?" "Do you mean how many did I have sex with - or how many I misbehaved with or in front of?" she replied. "Well seeing you make such a distinction between the two I'll let...

When I got home my wife was sat on the sofa watching a film. I walked over and turned it off. "You have some talking to do," I said. "Shall I tell you how Bob is?" I shouted. For the next fifteen minutes she listened, ashen faced, while I told her whom I'd met. "Right, I want to know the...

Having broken down a few barriers my wife seemed a bit more relaxed telling me about her and the workmen. She did however get irritated when I pressed for too much detail. Like, where exactly was everyone sitting? What precisely was she wearing? It was the detail that created a picture in my...

My wife pulled away and turned her back on me, shifting to the far side of the bed. "What's up?" I asked. We had started to indulge in a spot of foreplay and I had suggested she tell me more about her visits from the builders. "Nothing else happened," she claimed. "It was just a bit of fun."...

Chapter One If you like stories that get to the sexual gymnastics in a few paragraphs don't bother reading this one. This is about eroticism. The slow build up to hearing my usually shy wife confess to me her sexual adventures. Most men that have a desire to see or hear about their wives...