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!
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.
I have and you know what an imagination is to waste a terrible thing. I came home from work one night. My husband was more interested in dating his friends and asked me to wait until he got home. We couldn’t hurry and I wanted to make it up to him, but now he really pissed me off.
Frustrated as hell, I decided I’d leave when he left and find my own pleasure. I was convinced that son of a bitch was cheating on me and I was tired of playing second violin. After all, I was too horny to sit at home and turn my thumbs. So I took a shower and did a low cut blouse (sheer bra), short skirt and 4 inch fuck me pumps. You know those who say, “Come fuck me now!”
I love my husband. He’s a good father to my children, he’s attractive and a good friend. We have a good relationship and we enjoy each other. Our sex life is amazing. I never thought I’d cheat on him, but sometimes things just happen.
Keith travels a lot in his work. On such a trip, the kids were at school, and because I had to work, they stayed with their grandparents. After work, a number of colleagues decided to go to a local bar for happy hour. Lance, one of the new associates, was unfamiliar with the area, so I offered him a lift. In retrospect, I wonder if there was anything Freudian.
My name is Jackie, I am blond-haired with a 36DD bust (which many men find attractive). This is a true record of my first affair, I was 39 years old then.
I worked in an office like Sales Manager when a new director came to work for the same company. My work was about traveling to meet clients in their office, and sometimes my director also came to the meetings.
My husband and I had always fantasized about other men. If we fucked he’d tell me How much he would like me to be screwed by four or more guys at once. In return I would tell him about the times I fucked before we were married and he would get really excited to hear me describe how their cocks felt going in me and cumming in my mouth and pussy.
My husband and I were married for five years, and as far as I was concerned, I loved our sex together. I did a lot of things for my husband to make our sex interesting and not boring, like role-playing, dressing up as a whore, and raping sketches and on a few occasions even participated in threesomes with my husband and another man.
I came home Friday from work, a little kinky and in the mood for something wild and crazy. I went to the bedroom and took off my work clothes, and then to the bathroom for a relaxing bath.
Last weekend we went cycling and stopped at our usual waterhole. It is very popular bar with weekend bikers (no motorcycle gangs, but especially professional people who like to wear their Harley equipment and drive on weekends). It has an outside deck overlooking the parking lot, so you can watch all the bikes come and go. There is a wooden gate of eight meters around the parking lot with a wooded land behind it.