Walter knew his wife was a witch. And he knew her mother was also a witch. Once during a fight she turned him into a naked ‘doll man’ of 6 inches long for his wife and told him to get used to it when he was not man enough to keep his wife black! Veronica’s mother was a little racist. After Veronica turned him back to his slim, small self on the way back to town and apologized for what her mother did, he could say she was secretly happy with the experience!
A message on the answering machine was the only message from his arrival. In less than 12 hours, Doug would only be here 48 hours. She sighed with frustration. Twice before she touched him. The first time, many years before, she was strongly rejected. It had hurt her ego pretty bad. The second was during a visit when he had surgery on his shoulder. I can’t blame him for not being sexually interested. But she and Greg had repeatedly discussed him as a man she could be with. He was definitely a fantasy of hers. Whether it would become reality would be another story.
Ray, my husband was working. I was away for a few hours from where he was staying. He called all the time and I went to town on weekends to spend time with him. I’ve always had an active sex life and my husband was also very active. We fucked all the time. We are quite open-minded and shared our fantasies openly, but never really lived out. The closest we came was making out in a hot tub one night like another couple near us. My husband had one of mine with another man. I must say I found it attractive, but just thought it was fantasy.
We were at McDonald’s talking while she was eating her double cheeseburger. We talked about everything from George Straight concerts and Garth Brooks concerts that he had worked as a guard, to things that we’ve all been through. He was a perfect gentleman to compliment her with her napkins for the catch-up that dripping out of her hamburger. Finally after a while he asked if we wanted to go somewhere, and she reacted quickly with yes! We got in the car and drove to the motel and he followed us.
My wife looks like a slut. She’s always looked like this to me. She’s a little over a meter tall with big breasts. The kind that needs a bra to hold them up and avoid unnecessary wiggling. She’s no eye-catching beauty, but she has that look that boys know. That I might be a bad girl for the right man. Her big mouth and pouty lips contribute to her slutty look. She wasn’t acting like a slut when I met her and then married her.
Strange how life ends! As a big lawyer now pro bono work in court I ran into an old friend; well, actually I had hoped she would be my girlfriend in college.
Sally B was still beautiful at 35 and I recognized her first and when I said her name when she was in my office she laughed and said, TIMMY! I could never forget that beautiful body, and I think she could forget a skinny little nerd. Then we shared the usual old stories. Who married, who divorced.
I knew early on I wasn’t making her happy. Our sex drives didn’t seem right. When I was tired of work and wanted to sleep, she wanted to have sex. When I was rested and ready, she was less and less in the mood.
When I left school and worked full-time (two jobs), and she ended up in school, our social life was very different. My social life revolved around e-mails to my friends and family 2,000 miles away. My day off was spent every week with her and her family - church and dinner. She spent the evening with her friends, so-called the “sensible one” when she was drunk and chasing men. She also spent many weekends with her school clubs and visited her mother.
My wife is a beautiful woman, with long, fiery red hair and crystal green eyes. Her name is Karen and she’s six feet tall, shapeful legs. Her figure is perfect with full, sturdy tits of 39" that require a D-cup bra. Her hips are also 39" but not a gram of fat. She’s got the smoothest, tightest, rounded ass you’ve ever seen. Although her broad hips give her a big ass, her little 24" waist ends from her hour glass figure.
This happened in the mid-1990s, when I went out with a very beautiful little motorcycle girl. I just got into the motorcycle scene, and I was a little young and naive, I guess. My girlfriend, Jane, was a biker for a long time, also in the rally scene and had friends in many clubs. I loved her; She was an ex model, and was really sexy and small, with long dark hair and the most beautiful face imaginable, plus perfect little round breasts and a girlish, slim figure. But she had a harder edge for her; She was pretty extrovert and self-conscious, and had this certain flirty, jaunty way about her that no red-blooded man couldn’t fall for.
I met my current wife Jane on the Internet. Then we were married and very unhappy. My wife was very conservative and unnecessary to say that my sexual energies were unimaginable. An occasional jerk in the shower and sex maybe every two weeks was par for the course. Jane was also married to a very conservative man who actually wanted missionary sex twice a week.
Jane and I had an online affair for three months, and in those three months, we’ve been exploring our wildest sexual fantasies online. I think we thought we’d never meet, so let’s go online. I write Jane e-mails that start a fantasy and ask her to finish them. Boy, did she ever kill them. One of my fantasies was to be dominant over Jane and let her do slutty things. A fantasy I started was Take Jane to a shady club and let her suck a guy in front of everyone in the club. Jane finished the fantasy by sucking everyone in the club.