Gary’s funeral was over. It ended with a powerful eulogy from his oldest son. He talked about taking his parents to Europe a few months ago and how it profoundly changed his dad's view of the world. As he walked along the streets of Paris, Berlin, and London, Gary saw that the world was bigger and more beautiful than the city he had lived in his entire life and that the planet didn’t revolve around the red, white, and blu...

This is a true story. If you are looking for a “wham bam, thank you, ma’am” story, this isn’t for you. I hope you enjoy reading about the nasty debauchery I experienced to please my husband. I envision you beating off as you read my dirty little story. My name is Sue. I’m 26 years old, and my husband, Dave, is ten years older. I’m cute as a button with a kick-ass body - 34D/23/34. Dave encourages me to flaunt my body and...

This story is the journey of my beautiful wife as she discovered her wild side with my encouragement and prodding. Nancy and I met at a bar when she was only twenty-one. My name is Connor, and I was twenty-six when we met. I was out with a group of my friends and Nancy was with her friends. We chatted over a couple of drinks, and Nancy gave me her phone number when we parted company. I followed up and called Nancy the nex...

I woke up and heard Sue moaning. I slept in a separate bed and looked over and saw our new friend Paul. He is fucking Sue. She is on top of him and he is fondling her tits as his cock is plunging in and out of her wet pussy. I'm a bit groggy, but quickly remember what happened last night. Sue and I went with Paul to the Blue Martini bar in Simpson Bay. We had a great time with Sue dancing with Paul. We invited Paul back t...

We put some jazzy music on. I went at it slowly, touching myself over my clothes. Undoing buttons and zippers. Sneaking a hand onto my skin. Closing my eyes. Lifting my hair. Face flushing. Rotating. Gyrating. He was very patient and stayed seated, his fists tightening as the bulge in his jeans grew. When I was naked, he told me, "Touch yourself." "Turn." "Look over your shoulder." "Bend." It was all new, wildly erotic. H...

On the morning of their next rendezvous, Robert called Sue to ask if they could meet at her place instead of his since one of the items he wanted to use with her had not arrived yet. She was curious about what that item might be, but he would not say. Still, Sue was fine with hosting again, so that afternoon Robert walked to Sue's place at the appointed time, and found her waiting, looking as good as ever in a light blue...

I woke up the next morning, thankful I didn’t have to go to work. I would have three days of work before New Year’s Eve. Nothing was pressing, so my mind was relaxed in that respect. I rolled over and Cynthia was not in bed. I listened. She was not in the bathroom, and then the aroma of coffee brewing caught my attention. Cynthia came into the bedroom wearing her warm Christmas robe. She sat on the edge of the bed and kis...

After we left Isabella’s, I could have driven through a tornado and Cynthia would not have noticed. All she saw was her ring. She would look at it, hold it to her cheek, and sigh a little. “Baby, did you enjoy your dinner?” Cynthia looked at her ring. The expression on her face gave me so much peace. I pulled into our parking space and got out. I walked over to Cynthia’s side and opened her door. She was holding her hand...