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Due to my frequent travels, my wife and I have an agreement that we are allowed to satisfy our sexual desires as needed. Some call this an open marriage, we didn’t put a name to it but I guess that’s what it was. Angie is a very sexual person and had taken on a couple regular lovers. She was able to satisfy them and still take care of my needs too when I was in town. We always were open about things that would happen but I was caught off guard one morning when Angie told me that her boyfriend had his son with him when she showed up at his apartment one night.

She said at first she was a little ashamed at the way she was dressed (she almost always just wore a night gown or something like that. It was always sexy but not enough to get her arrested for public nudity. She had worn a sheer top baby doll that night with a very small sheer panty and no bra. She said her bf explained to her that his son was going to spend the summer before starting college living with him. He also explained that he thought maybe they could teach the boy some things over the summer.
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I was down from university for the summer, and like most students, I needed money. From all the experience I had picked up doing our garden at home for my mum, I had managed to get various gardening jobs from friends to keep me busy through the break. The main plus to the job was it was good money, and being a twenty-year-old athletic guy, it helped me stay active in the summer heat.

One ‘client’ shall I say, was a friend of my mum, who lived across the road from where I grew up. We moved house six years ago, but still stayed in touch. I had been working on her garden for several weeks now, and it was really starting to take shape. It was a Sunday morning, and the sun was beaming so I had no shirt on, I might as well make the most of the weather I thought, and continued the work. Every now and again when taking a breather, I would glance around, and allow memories to flood back on my childhood. I found it interesting to see what changes had been made to my old house, and saw a neighbour that I never really liked. Nearing the end of mowing the lawn, I heard a door open, and glanced up. Standing in the next garden was Judith. I remembered her, as she looked me up and down. Judith must have only been around thirty-five, she had a kid when she was quite young, Dean, who was a year or two younger than me who I used to play with. I remember them moving in, going round for tea, and just hanging out with Dean. I wasn’t certain but I recall her with a partner, I think his name was Andy, but I wasn’t sure. (more…)

Went to work for her that summer, I was a teenage kid far from home. I was 19 years old, about 5′8″, short brown hair, blue eyes, and pretty muscular. I saw the help wanted flier on a telephone pole. ‘Help wanted. I need a strong young man to help out a widowed middle aged woman with chores around the house.’ I called the number that was on the bottom of the flier. When she answered the phone I almost couldn’t speak.

“Hello” she spoke in a soft voice.

“Hello, my name is Kristofer Hawk, and I was enquiring about the job you have posted on the fliers.” I replied with a little nervousness in my voice.

“Ok Kristofer, can you meet me as the address on the flier and I would like to interview you, can’t be to careful now a days.” She replied (more…)

“Hi Alan!” There was no mistaking Carmen Fuller’s low, sultry voice as he took off his helmet. Looking back over his shoulder, he let the motorcycle rest on its kickstand. His gaze sweeping over her, instantly taking notice of the way her fling skirt was swaying, exposing most of her tanned thighs as she walked toward him. His eyes lingered at the hem of her dress.

“Hey. You look good. Going out?” he asked, stretching his legs out as he sat, leaning back against the bike.

“Going out? She laughed. “No, I just stopped in for a few things on my way home but thank you for the compliment. What about you?” she added, stepping up to the rear of the bike, running her hand along the chrome seat frame. The metal was cool, unyielding, and smooth as she curled her long fingers around the tube. Slowly moving her hands up and down, caressing the metal.
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It was one of the hottest summers on record in the UK. I was in my school summer holidays, so had loads of free time for messing around with mates.

One evening, our parents all met up round at Adam’s house for a barbeque. Adam’s mother, Sue, had been a fantasy of mine for some time, and I was looking forward to seeing her again….

There must have been about 30 of us there, as the garden was packed with people. I went into the kitchen to get a drink of Coke, and found Sue in the kitchen having a glass of wine, relaxing away from the masses for a moment. We spoke a little, and I leant against the kitchen unit opposite her. As we spoke, I looked her up and down; from her gorgeous, long black hair; past her deep, entrancing brown eyes; over her softly pouted lips; down to her ample, firm breasts with her deep, smooth cleavage. My eyes then looked further; down over her tight stomach; and down to her delicate feet encased in her strappy stilettos. Sadly the rest of her, namely her long, slender legs, were covered in a shimmering silk sarong. (more…)

The summer of 1988 brought about a few changes to my life, the first was I had broken up with my girlfriend of three years. We dated through high school, explored our sexuality together and eventually out grew each other. The next week, I pissed my mother off by taking a year off instead of going to college as was originally planned. I was going to work construction for the summer and fall, take unemployment in the winter, work construction next summer and then go on to college.

I think what pissed her off the most was the fact that I was now going to spend my free nights drinking and partying as often as I could with my friends before most of them leave for their various schools. She was right, night after night we would get together on some old back road and drink cheap beer, if we were lucky someone scored some decent weed.
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Tess watched as her neighbor’s nephew waved them goodbye, he was very good-looking, the single 39 year old woman thought. Still, no reason to get excited, at age 22 he certainly wasn’t going to be interested in an old bag like her. Not that she really felt that old, or even thought that she looked like an old bag, but for a cute 22 year old male that’s probably what he’d see. Oh well, too bad, she sighed… first new guy in the neighborhood in years and way too young for her. Tossing her short brown hair over her shoulder, she decided to make a casserole for him… chances were on his first day in he wouldn’t know the kitchen there very well. And she should introduce herself anyway since her neighbors Pat and Kathy had asked her to keep an eye out on him during the summer while he house-sat for them. Not that they didn’t trust him implicitly, but it never hurt to have an extra pair of eyes. (more…)

I used to visit my grandfather Anders regularly when he was an old man and bound to a wheel chair. His brain was still sharp and he entertained me with stories from his life. He was a handsome man, tall and slim. He had done well for himself and lived a luxury life. My grandmother was dead and he had a maid and a private nurse to take care of him.

This Sunday in March -52 his nurse Charlotte wheeled him into the room. She was in her late twenties, good-looking with a full bosom that she wasn’t shy to show. Her nurse uniform wasn’t fully buttoned up but showed a very nice cleavage. And when she bent forward over Anders a good part of her lovely breasts showed. She often leaned over Anders. She had been with my grandfather for a year and seemed to take good care of him. (more…)

Since I’d moved into my new house, I’d made reasonably good friends with the neighbours. Beth would often let me go over and use the pool whenever I wanted, because nobody used it anymore, that is, her kids had all grown up and left home. So I would often walk over to their yard and go for a dip, especially when no one was home. They didn’t mind at all. On one occasion, Beth’s sister-in law Sandy, from Ireland, came to stay for 3 months for the summer.

Beth told me that Sandy was gonna stay over and insisted I should still use the pool whenever I wanted. I was a bit hesitant at first, since I didn’t want to intrude. But I felt that since Beth and husband John worked the day, I would be doing them a favor by giving some company to Sandy. I noticed Sandy used the pool quite frequently in these hot summer days, I could hear the constant clang of the gate that fenced the pool. Every clang I heard, I knew someone was using it. Before going for a swim, I was always cautious about the fact that someone else may be using the pool. Since my bedroom had faced the side of the house, I would often peep through top of my blinds and over the fence to see if anyone was in there. If the coast was clear, I would usually go for a swim. (more…)

I’ve always been a church going girl; a “real” Christian. But I, like many young adults have raging hormones that I let get the best of me. It all started sophomore year in college. It seemed that the cheerleading team had made it a goal to “break the girl.” They wanted to change me from the “good, virginal girl” to “one of them.”

They told me I should read “Mr. Maybe,” which I did. I then started reading other books that if some of my other friends found out I were reading I would be exiled from the group. I eventually started signing onto erotic literature websites and rubbing myself to other’s sexual encounters. The cheerleading squad successfully “broke me” but they didn’t know that: I kept up the “virginal” reputation throughout high school.

I am now in graduate school and live at home. And most people still think that I am this good innocent girl. But they don’t know the real me.

My parents and two younger brothers left the house to run errands. This left me alone, by myself. Seeing that I cheer at my school I have extremely bad tan lines: the shorts, the socks, the tank tops. So I went outside to sunbath, naked. (more…)

I was randy as hell one day and made up my mind I was going to get laid that afternoon, one way or another. If I had to drive into to town and pick up someone at a bar, I would. But first, I had decided I would see if I could attract someone locally.

My beach house is rather isolated. It’s the only one for about half a mile in either direction. I know this will change over time. This undiscovered barrier island on the Gulf Coast will eventually be over developed and become like all the rest — an over crowded tourist venue. But for now, it was secluded and peaceful and I loved it. Sure, fishermen would drive by along the beach, or sometimes even set up to surf fish right in front of my place; but not often. Mostly, the beach was deserted, with just a few people walking along the surf every so often.

I had determined I would put my beach blanket just at the foot of the dunes where the wooden walk from my cottage ends. That put me about fifty yards from the water, and I decided I would sunbath and see if I attracted any attention that way. I was willing to take anything that came along that half resembled a good looking man from eighteen to eighty, as long as he could get it up and satisfy me. (more…)

“Glen, come upstairs after we close, please. I need to talk to you,” said Rosemary – under her breath, yet pointedly – as she passed behind me. She was the second-in-command, behind the owner, of the drug store where I worked to support myself as a 20-year-old, pre-med, sophomore college student in the mid 1960s.

What could she possibly want? I wondered, as I locked the front door behind the late-shift pharmacist after he left for home. Shutting off the outside lights at 10 p.m., I swept the floor and emptied the day’s trash into the dumpster behind the store, locked the delivery car inside the back gate, and went upstairs to Rosemary’s office, where she was counting the day’s receipts.

“Wait a few minutes,” she said, brusquely, as she completed a tally from a cash drawer. I stood a few feet away, unbuttoning my pharmacist’s smock from my neck and down one shoulder, and wanted desperately to sit down. My days were full: 8 a.m. classes ’til one, a quick bite for lunch, at the drug store by two and working ’til ten – with a snack on the run – then a sandwich over the books until I fell asleep at 2 or 3 a.m. That schedule was repeated consistently, six days a week. (more…)

Oh, God! I just wanted to hide! I wished with all my heart that the Earth would just open up and swallow me. This must be a dream. How could I have ever gotten myself into a situation like this?

Tawdry! Unseemly!

Look at them out there. Four young men dressed in their work jeans and boots leaned on their picks and shovels - Boys, really. They were all in their late teens or early twenties. Each was shirtless on this unexpectedly hot and humid day in early September. The sun gleamed off of their youthful sweaty bodies.

Jerry was the oldest at twenty-four and the other three were standing around him and listening with what appeared to be almost hero worship. I couldn’t hear what was being said as I peered out from between the curtains of my bedroom, but I had a pretty good idea. (more…)

Pamela watched the pick-up truck pull into her drive and wiped her flour-covered hands on her apron; her hired hand was here. Her husband had passed away three years ago and she had milked their prize herd all by herself as well tended the farm’s crops. For all her hard work she’d finally managed to make the last payment on the small farm and this year opted to hire a full-time summer employee.

She’d interviewed several young men. Some were obviously looking for an easy summer job, milk a few cows, lift a few hay bales, eat a fine meal and then party time. But that wasn’t what Pamela wanted or needed in her employee. Eventually, she’d settled on one applicant. She watched the young man get out of his truck and pull off his baseball cap. No one would have looked at the gentleman and seen “farmer” nor would they have seen “artist.” What they would have seen was a city boy wanting to experience life, and that was what he’d told her.

Pamela liked the answer. She’d not taught since she married Will and she saw Trent as her way of recapturing something she enjoyed doing, teaching. She didn’t have to be in a classroom. She just enjoyed showing people how to do something new. Her fingers were unknotting her apron when she heard the doorbell ring and she chuckled at her thoughts and how easily she was distracted.

She tossed the floured material across a chair and headed to the door, her fingers picked up a small ring. When she opened her house to the young man, it was with a welcoming smile and a dangling brass key. “No more need to ring the bell,” she said. (more…)

“Glen, come upstairs after we close, please. I need to talk to you,” said Rosemary – under her breath, yet pointedly – as she passed behind me. She was the second-in-command, behind the owner, of the drug store where I worked to support myself as a 20-year-old, pre-med, sophomore college student in the mid 1960s.

What could she possibly want? I wondered, as I locked the front door behind the late-shift pharmacist after he left for home. Shutting off the outside lights at 10 p.m., I swept the floor and emptied the day’s trash into the dumpster behind the store, locked the delivery car inside the back gate, and went upstairs to Rosemary’s office, where she was counting the day’s receipts.

“Wait a few minutes,” she said, brusquely, as she completed a tally from a cash drawer. I stood a few feet away, unbuttoning my pharmacist’s smock from my neck and down one shoulder, and wanted desperately to sit down. My days were full: 8 a.m. classes ’til one, a quick bite for lunch, at the drug store by two and working ’til ten – with a snack on the run – then a sandwich over the books until I fell asleep at 2 or 3 a.m. That schedule was repeated consistently, six days a week.

Rosemary finished counting the receipts and turned to look up at me from her swivel chair. Her gaze swept from my face to my toes, making me uncomfortable since she was wearing the sardonic half smile that she’d used so often to intimidate employees. “Did you lock up?” she asked, looking through the window in the upstairs wall that afforded her a view of the entire store and the adjoining pharmacy below. (more…)

It had been a long vacation. Karan had insisted on a long holiday and she and Karan had gone away for a fortnight to Mauritius with their close friends Simran and Rajeev. The holiday in itself had been fun, though these adventures often left Sunita wondering about the contrast between what the movies showed, and how her own married life seemed to be. In the movies, the couple would frisk around and be passionate with each other. Karan was more interested in sporting his dark glasses and looking good and cheesy around the pool and beach. He and Rajeev had spent a fair bit of their time eyeing the beautiful women in evidence.

She didn’t mind that. In fact, she encouraged it with the hope that in bed it would make him more of a tiger. She wondered all that fascination for women went when she was in bed with him. He would either spend the night drinking into the wee hours so she was dog tired by the time he came to bed. Or when he did come to bed and make love to her, it was his usual unimaginative man-on-top style.

Sitting there in the setting sun of Mumbai, having returned from the vacation she and Karan were staying at Rajeev’s before flying out to Bangalore. Sunita idly remembered the one day Karan had been very drunk and very passionate in moving in on her after one night at the disco in Mauritius. (more…)

The sun beat down on the lone sunbather. Her sun tan cream and sweat formed some kind of protection against the sun. The cool water of the sea called out to her, time and time again. She wanted to feel its caress on her naked skin, to swim in its glory. She wanted to feel every part of her body touched. She wanted to feel at one with nature, and with her self.

The towel on the beach and her book were put away. She always had this beach at this time to herself. She knew it would be hours till anybody disturbed her. Only Mad Dogs and Englishmen went out in the mid day sun, after all. She got up, the sun beating down on her perspiring body, she ran into the sea, her sand covered torso and legs instantly being cleaned.

She swam around for maybe half an hour, the time seemed to evaporate the longer she stayed in. She wanted to stay there forever, but she realised that like a lover’s embrace, she had to break it soon. She swam to the shore, the hot sun still beating down on her. She went back to her towel, and slowly, gently, dried herself of. She didn’t see the lone figure approach her, until she saw his shadow, cast against her face, and across her torso. (more…)

A few weeks ago I met a very glamorous woman of about 35 at the supermarket where I work as Assistant Manager. She asked me to take down a packet of washing powder from the top shelf, as she could not reach it herself (she was only about 5″2′). As I gave it to her our fingers touched and she looked me in the eyes and slowly licked her lips. I felt heat rising in my groin and after a moment she looked down and saw the swelling in my trousers. She smiled at me, looked at the name badge pinned onto my shirt, and whispered “You should be careful Martin, who you show that to. Some people might be offended.” Then she leaned towards me and brushed her fingers lightly along my erection finishing by gently squeezing the head. I almost came in my pants! (more…)

Oh, God! I just wanted to hide! I wished with all my heart that the Earth would just open up and swallow me. This must be a dream. How could I have ever gotten myself into a situation like this?

Tawdry! Unseemly!

Look at them out there. Four young men dressed in their work jeans and boots leaned on their picks and shovels - Boys, really. They were all in their late teens or early twenties. Each was shirtless on this unexpectedly hot and humid day in early September. The sun gleamed off of their youthful sweaty bodies.

Jerry was the oldest at twenty-four and the other three were standing around him and listening with what appeared to be almost hero worship. I couldn’t hear what was being said as I peered out from between the curtains of my bedroom, but I had a pretty good idea.

The three younger men (I never did learn their names) each listen wide eyed. Every now and then one or another would glance at the house and I swear that I could feel their eyes penetrating these very walls. I never felt so vulnerable and exposed in all my life.

In a way I suppose my sister is the one to blame for this mess that I now find myself in. I had come to the house on Loon Lake to spend a nice quiet, peaceful week before returning to my job as a fourth grade teacher. The home has been in our family since my grandfather purchased it almost sixty years ago. Everyone in the family took turns vacationing here and I always cherished the time that I could spend here. (more…)

I was finally on my own! The summer after I graduated from high school, my cousin, Dave, had invited me up to Northern Virginia to hang out at his house before I headed out to college. I was thrilled to be on my own at 18. The opportunity to hang out with my hotshot lawyer-cousin outside of Washington, DC, was too good to pass up. My parents were cool with it–as long as I helped Dave around the house. It was beyond me as to why he’d even bought a house to begin with. He was never home except on weekends, but he said the investment alone was worth it. I didn’t care about anything except the fact that his place was within walking distance from the cool shops and bars of the neighborhood, as well as half a mile from the Metro, which would take me into Washington.

Dave took a week off from his law firm when I got there in June. We spent the week touring the highlights of D.C. during the day and exploring the nightlife (or at least to the extent that my fake ID would let me) after dark. I had never been to such a thriving city before, and was thrilled with all the history and power that exuded from the place. I admit it; I was a little bit of a nerd. I had only dated one girl in high school, and that was more of an intense friendship than a real boyfriend/girlfriend relationship. The most that we had ever “done” was kissed, but I was too shy to push for anything more. I was perpetually the “good friend” that all my female companions could confide in but no one really thought of in a sexual light. This didn’t really help my self-esteem when it came to women, and made me very self-conscious if I ever acted in a way that bordered on flirting. It always felt like I wasn’t being earnest when I flirted. That, however, did nothing to quench the hormones that burned inside of me. I had discovered the wonders of pornography, though, at the end of middle school. Since I resigned myself to not being able to get “the real thing” anytime soon, my mind and the few glimpses of the beauty and eroticism of the nude female body in friends’ magazines were the food for my fantasies. (more…)

Dawn felt the big boat move, and tensed, remembering again where she was. She sat up straight, and looked out the window, watching the jetty recede, and the people still milling about on it get smaller. The boat rocked faintly, and she swallowed. It was not as bad she had originally thought, but what on earth would she do if this thing capsized? She couldn’t swim, and she knew no one on the boat. She opened her pocketbook and searched for the little notepad and pen. Extracting them, she began a perfunctory listing of the things and people she observed on the boat. She had developed this habit when she was a very young girl, when she had had to find a way to relieve anxiety.

She became so absorbed that she failed to notice that someone had joined her on the banquette until his newspaper brushed her leg. She looked up blankly, and then her mouth dropped open.

“Brad?” Her startled eyes flew to his. “What are you doing here?”

“Same thing you’re doing,” he replied brightly. “Going to Nantucket.”

He stared at her for a second, and then lowered his head. Dawn was too startled to realize his intent until she felt his mouth brush hers.

“Good morning, Didi!” He smiled at her. “I’ve only been wanting to do that, and more, for a year!”

He watched her face in amusement as she tried to assimilate what he had said and what he had done. He bent his head again, but this time she moved away, and his lips landed on her cheek.

“Hey, no fair!” he complained, chuckling good-naturedly.

“Stop it, Brad!” she whispered, so low, he could barely hear her. “What do you think you’re doing?” She glanced around her as she spoke, but no one seemed to even be aware of their existence.

“I won’t stop,” he said, “but I can wait till we get to the island. After all, I’ve already waited a whole year. A couple more hours can’t hurt.” (more…)

“I’m thinking about joining the swim team,” Mike announced over dinner one night.

The mere mention of a high school swim team brought back a flood of memories for Dana, Mike’s mom. She had first met Todd, Mike’s dad, during their senior year in high school when he was on the swim team.

Mike had been a late bloomer nearly all his life. Throughout his first three years of high school he hadn’t shown much interest in activities or much of anything. He preferred to spend his time just hanging out with friends. Finally, near the end of his junior year he became interested in swimming when he developed a crush on one of the girls on the school’s swim team.

At the mere suggestion of his possible interest in swimming Dana encouraged Mike. She told him all about his dad’s background as a competitive swimmer and suggested that perhaps those talents might run in the family. She was so excited to see Mike interested in something that she desperately wanted to encourage him without pushing him too hard.

All through the summer after his junior year he visited the pool and swam more and more often. Dana knew he had been meeting some members of the swim team and working out with them at the school’s pool as the school year approached. However, he didn’t mention the idea of officially joining the team again until the end of summer and the start of his senior year.

He had just turned 18 and Dana was overjoyed with the fact that he was showing an interest in something. Deep down she was concerned for him since he certainly didn’t have the body or look of a swimmer and she wasn’t sure he was going to be interested enough to stick with this for the full season. She hoped he wasn’t setting himself and his teammates up for disappointment later.

Mike wasn’t fat at all, but he had never been overly athletic. He had always preferred just hanging out with his friends to doing any sort of organized sports or activities. He certainly didn’t have the muscle development that swimmers needed, but Dana hid all of that and was very supportive of his announcement hoping that things would work out for the best. (more…)

Friday night, while Lynn and Tanya were discovering each other, Jeff was camping with his dad and Cherri, his dad’s latest girlfriend. Jeff didn’t really know Cherri that well, but he did like to look at her. She was very well put together for an older woman. Cherri was older than his mom by a few years, not quite as old as dad. She was blonde and curvy and she dressed sharp.

They pulled into the campground late in the afternoon. Dave (Jeff’s father) had borrowed a camper from a friend, because Cherri didn’t like tent camping. It was an older camper, but it was still nice. A tiny little house on wheels, complete with a miniature bathroom and air conditioning. Dave pulled the camper into the space easily, and he and Jeff started setting up. It had legs that had to be put down to level it out. Cherri watched the men working from a lawn chair and drank a wine cooler. She was dressed in a bright yellow tank top and tight shorts. The top was cut low in the front, and Jeff had had a hard time keeping his eyes out of her tits on the ride here.

Dave and Jeff made short work out of setting up the camper, and then hooked up the electrical and water lines to the hook-up. Jeff set up the grill while his dad sat down and had a beer, catching his breath. While the air conditioning cooled out the camper, they sat outside and grilled some burgers and had a picnic supper. It was warm and humid. Cherri was enjoying the sight of Jeff’s sinewy body sweating thru his t shirt. Dave was a bigger man, with a bit of extra weight padding his middle. Jeff reminded Cherri a bit of her own son, except that he was undeniably straight, while Kyle…well Kyle wasn’t so straight. She had noticed Jeff trying to not stare at her cleavage on the ride. She enjoyed his embarrassment. She liked the quiet trusting boy. He had Dave’s easy smile and good humor, and a lot of his looks. (more…)

There seem to be so many fetishes around these days; latex, rubber, bondage and the like, that good old wife-swapping now appears not to be so popular anymore. Well, let me tell you; it is where I live!

Our whole neighbourhood is at it. Young or old, black or white there are at least twenty of us all within a few miles of each other that think nothing of popping round to a friends’ house for dinner and waking up in the morning with a different partner!

And it’s not just the married couples that get in on the action either. My lovely wife, Mandy and I are very fortunate. We happen to live next door to Julia Mason. Julia is the single mum of an eighteen-year-old son, Max. Her husband apparently left her when Max was very young and she’s reared the lad virtually single-handed. She’s made a pretty good job of it too. But Max is quite a shy lad – unlike his mother! Both Mandy and Julia are bi-sexual and many’s the time that my wife, my neighbour and I have shared a quiet little threesome together.

But this story is not about Julia. It’s about Max – Max and my wife.

It was a Saturday – the best day of the week as far as I’m concerned – and Julia had invited Mandy and I over to her house for a late afternoon drink. It was a hot day in July. Julia had set out her garden furniture on the terrace and so the three of us sat down to enjoy cool cocktails. All of us where in swimsuits in order to soak up the last of the afternoon sun but, Mandy being Mandy, and as usual being as outrageous as possible, had worn the tiniest bikini I had ever seen. The thin material – what there was of it – clung to her like a second skin and left very little to the imagination. (more…)

Tara was my next door neighbour. 29 years old and a little hottie. Yes I know it’s a cliché but I had lusted after my neighbour for about four years. You see my wife doesn’t understand me. Cliché number two. Whereas Tara seemed vivacious and to be honest a horny little sexpot my wifes interest in sex had died a few years ago. Sure she let me fuck her missionary position on special occasions that was about it. Basically I was gagging for it.

So I hoped was Tara. When we were alone she had worked it into the conversation that her husband was no great shakes in the bedroom department. The little brunette had also flirted outrageously with me when we were together and thought nothing of winding me right up with boasts of her cocksucking abilities.

It appeared she was right about her husband though. Ian had told me when we were out drinking together that he”Liked to get it over with. You know… Once I’ve shot my load what’s in it for me! ” These sentiments meant one thing. Tara was indeed being deprived in the bedroom stakes. Good news for anyone hoping to get into her underwear. Good news for me. (more…)