Plumber Stories

John had installed some video cameras in our bedroom, so that we could watch back future hot wife adventures. And so, when we needed a plumber to fix a problem, it sparked a delicious idea in my mind. Ryan was in his late twenties, ruggedly good looking, and a real charmer. Because of the need to order some parts, the job had taken several visits, which I had exploited to maximum effect by flirting blatantly with the trad...

Scarlett was getting ready for a night out with her girls and she was choosing what outfit to wear when her husband Nathan came home from work. Nathan loves when Scarlett goes out as he has a fantasy that Scarlett is having a few drinks and getting flirty with some random guys and then she comes home to him and has great sex. Tonight was going to be no exception. Nathan walks in to see Scarlett stood in her matching black...

It seemed unlikely that our first encounter included anal, but that's how it went down. I arched my back and gripped the bathroom tap for support, malachite irises lidded, breath fogging the mirror with rhythmic ovals in sync with heavy panting. My tits spilled from the orange V-neck. Floral skirt flipped above my hips. He scooped a fistful of tumbling oak tresses and tugged, arching me further, twisting my face to his an...

In 1979, with trophy ring memories, I followed hubby to the Pacific Northwest, part of a periodic lemming rush north, propelled by and paid for, by California’s home equity.  I was twenty-nine. Our modest twenty-five-year-old Mountain View home’s sale price moved us into a new upscale Northwest house with no mortgage. Our new home’s subdivision was nicknamed “California Hill” reflecting the number of ex-California residen...