Chapter 1. My Baby and Me
Fucking my Wife for Crowds
This is a bunch of “books” about me, a guy who fucked his wife for show in front of guys. I’ll call them books, but I’ll never publish them as real books. They’re only for a very a special public, written by a guy who’s not a “writer”. There’s stuff here I’d like to share with a very unusual, a very small, a very special audience. Guys who are older, like I am. Guys who were raised in more conventional, much more inhibited times in the past, when women were “nice”. Most especially, I think this stuff would “get” to a certain kind of guy, get to him in the guts; someone like me, with an exhibitionist screw loose in his head.
I’ve got this funny, uncomfortable, weird and freaky “thing” in my head. I’d like to know that I’m talking to [ ...continue reading ""Fucking my Wife for Crowds" Eileen – 1" ]
How I’m Going to Show Off my Wife’s Sexy Body
Now it’s clear I’m not a writer. But, I’ll tell you this, this story is not one of those dumb juvenile porno whack-off stories, or those stupid, really asshole scripts you come across in all the dumb, really dumb porno movies. That stuff is so jaded, so boring. You know what gets me? The poor younger generation, the kids in their twenties and thirties. Those fucking ripped-off kids think that the stupid manufactured mass-production plastic standard General Motors Issue asshole stuff they see in porno crappola has anything to do with sex. Garter belts and stockings and mechanical dildoes. Oh, Real, Real Shittola!! That’s nineteenth century whore crap, from England, yet!! Commercial crap to steal away your own exciting sex imagination, like TV, and Coke, and drive an Accura Legend. That’s Accura Legend SEX. Garbage!! It’s grubby money horse-shit sex. That [ ...continue reading ""How I'm Going to Show Off my Wife's Sexy Body" Eileen – 2" ]
The Stag Show Scene The Way We Did It
The usual stag shows were performed by whores in the mid-Sixties. What a kick we were. A pretty young wife in her mid-twenties, with two little kiddies at home, a clean and caring mother did not expose her pussy to the glare of Club klieg lights before a crowd of shocked and drooling males.
Because I was making my own rules there were some peculiarities in what I demanded of these Clubs. You know, 46 or 47 stag parties over about a seven year period is hardly “burning rubber” in the stag party sprint competition. But I interviewed at least ten times that number before I would settle on a Club or group, maybe twice a week, sometimes. And I had a couple of real strict rules.
If there was a gang screw, it was all open, in front of the entire audience. A [ ...continue reading ""The Stag Show Scene The Way We Did It" Eileen – 3" ]
Just and Old Pervert, Yours Truly
As for me, as I said, I’m just an old Guinea, ugly, balding, with a hooked nose and double chins. I was born in 1927 in Little Italy, New York City. I look a little like Marlon Brando, and felt gypped when he played the Godfather. That should have been me! I’m certainly not very attractive, to say the least, very average in prick size, even under, barely six inches. Just to cap my physical repulsiveness, I’ve got this fat belly hanging over my pants belt. Too much pasta.
So how come I’ve got this almost hypnotic control over some very beautiful women, the classy “goody goody” types? These women, who will do almost anything for me sexually, are almost always “proper” looking girls and women. Almost cold-looking. Uptight. They’re women who look like butter wouldn’t melt in their mouths. When I get hold of them, [ ...continue reading "Just and Old Pervert, Yours Truly Eileen – 4" ]
From the time of our first orgy together, DORA stayed on my mind even more than BETTY, cute little BETTY with her fresh young ass, pussy, budding tits, and mouth. I found myself wanting DORA more than her slim, long-legged,sexy, 36-year-old daughte r SAL, who was so very free and creative. I couldn’t undedstand my desire, but I certainly knew how to satisfy it. Whenever I worked on the north side of town, I would take my breaks at DORA’s little cottage. I would park across the street, walk to th e door, feeling my cock rise as I did, ring the bell, and wait for a very loving, erotic welcome. I discovered that DORA didn’t ever wear much clothing, unless it was very cold. On cold days, I could count on her erect nipples even surer. But, no matt er what the temperature, DORA was always “hot” and [ ...continue reading "Dora's Delights" ]