Threesome

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.

Mable offered her friends Jake and Dean to paint their house. She had picked a beautiful shade of mauve to help them. She arrived early on Saturday morning, and noticed they had already begun when she opened the door.

Mable walked into the living room and saw them painting. They both wore T-shirts and shorts. She admired the bodies when they shone with sweat. Dean said to get her started. Mable decided she should move her mind. She had been with Jake, but never Dean. She wondered how he was doing, but she had to help get their house together and not think about sex.

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.

I get along with my apartmentmate Martha, but since we’re both working women and active on weekends, we don’t keep the apartment as neat and clean as we’d like. We never seemed to be able to find the time to put it right and clean it that really needed it, so that we despaired to ever get it back together. I heard a colleague of mine talking about a friend who had hired someone to help with the cleaning and I immediately realized that we should. I discovered the name of the cleaning lady and arranged to hire her for a Saturday that Martha and I would devote to our task. With three of us working, we should be able to do miracles in one day.

This story started more than a year ago. My husband and I had arranged to send our 15-year-old son to a summer camp where he wanted to go for a few months. Then my husband came up with the idea that we should also go on vacation. We chose Cyprus as our place to spend a few weeks.

We did all the planning, bought the tickets to fly over and made reservations in a beautiful hotel on a picturesque beach. We wanted to exchange our passports, cheques and money… When my husband told me he was going Japan had business to do.

Oh man! Her mouth feels good on my dick! If she keeps this up, she’ll get a big mouth. That’s okay. She likes to swallow. She can never get enough dick and who am I to deny her? I tell her what I type and it’s really excited her, the more I type, the harder she sucks.

Before I tell you what she’s been up to, let me tell you about us. It’s my girlfriend. Kathy sucking my dick. She’s 42 years old but doesn’t look a day older than 30. She’s a natural redhead, but I couldn’t prove it because she shaves completely. She’s in good shape and has a smile to die for. My name is Frank; I’m 42, I’m training three days a week, and I don’t want to brag, but I’m pretty well hung; eight centimeters to be exact. I met Kathy through a mutual friend almost a year ago and I moved in with her about a month ago.

“Oh my God, what are you doing?” cut my sister. Lita breathed when she entered the bedroom.

I was on top of the older woman with my hard dick pounding in and out of her tight hot wet cunt. She had her legs around my waist and fucked me back as hard as I fucked my dick deep inside her. The woman wasn’t fucked for a while and she was hot and horny and longing for a dick in her mouth and cunt. She didn’t care if she got pregnant or not. She just wanted to bury a dick in her and want to spray hot fertile sperm into her hot cunt and uterus.

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.

After the reception Elizabeth and I went back to the hotel room where we stayed. We shared a room with my brother. Anton, but he was still downstairs choosing a girl who sat at our table.

Liz and I shared a double bed and Anton had the other one in the room. It was midnight and Liz went to the toilet first and got ready for bed, I undressed and in my nightgown. I realized then Liz came back from the bathroom in a towel that I’d never seen her completely naked, she always had underwear like she did when the towel fell and I saw her little dark skinned breasts. Liz is dark when she’s half Greek. Liz and I have been sisters since she was 8 and I was 10, her father married my mother. In the last eight years, she spent two years in boarding school because of her behavioral problems.

Have you ever wondered what your wife does when she’s at work? Will she come home later than expected, and hurry upstairs to wash and change before you have the chance to exchange a few words? Is she avoiding intimacy as an excuse for having a rough day at the office? Is she wearing inappropriate underwear for work? If this all sounds familiar, you got to keep reading.

I would like to share a story with you about a situation that developed at work a year ago. At the time I worked in the busy service department of an electrical retail company. There were about ten men operating all kinds of household appliances. We had a few girls working at the helpdesk and customer reception down the stairs, but our floor was almost a male dominated environment, so you can imagine the fun among the boys when our service manager employed a really young cleaner. She only worked part-time, but saw her breasts wiggling as they struggled with the electric floor polisher every morning became quite a distraction. At 11:30 she made tea and coffee and brought it to every desk on a tray. The boys could always hurt her, tickle her when she had the tray and was generally messing around. She was a little embarrassed at first, but it wasn’t long before she gave back as good as she got.