My wife Joyce and I have what we believe is a unique but not altogether lifestyle. It wasn’t always so but during our third year of marriage Joyce began talking about how she thought it would be fun if we invited another man into our bed. At first I was a bit put off by the idea but over a period of about three months Joyce convinced me that it would be for our psychical excitement and not an emotional attachment. Finally I consented to allowing her fantasy. In reality she had me excited about seeing her with another man and I think I was looking forward to the experience as much or more than she. We discussed who we could invite and immediate ruled our friends. Finally we decided to see if she could find someone in one of the local lounges. The following Friday night Joyce dressed in [ ...continue reading "Bi Sexual Marriage" ]
Several years ago, my husband had to be in Austin and, in order to keep me occupied, we took along a friend we lovingly referred to as ‘our wife’. She was a lovely woman whose best features were an insatiable sexual appetite and an absolutely astonishing bust line. (38 D at the least). She was a little self conscious about going braless but the effect was so startling that we encouraged her to do so at all reasonable opportunities. The drive to Austin had been a show for the truckers with Judy and I exposing our bodies at various intervals. Her nipples were continuously tight and erect and I couldn’t resist encouraging them with a friendly tweak or two. She, on the other hand, saw to it that my skirt was high enough up my thighs that the tops of my stockings and the suspenders of my garterbelt were [ ...continue reading "Austin" ]
Once again I had gotten burned. It happens time and again, but I never learn. But then again, it’s not always all that bad. Maureen is the departmental secretary/receptionist for a systems group at Merrill Lynch, and I met her while working there on a contract. She is attractive and sexy, and after some very limited conversation, I started fantasizing about making it with her. Somewhere along the line I started losing touch with reality and believing I had a chance with her … that’s how I get burned. After leaving Merrill I had barely established a pleasant acquaintance with her, but I already was starting to believe she wanted me. After a few months of being away from there, I was engaged in full-blown, wet masturbatory fantasies about a willing and eager Maureen finally getting the chance to satisfy me.
Well, the bubble burst, as it usually does, 3 [ ...continue reading "On the Job" ]
Damn! I looked in the rear view mirror and I saw the cherries flashing and I heard the siren over the music on the radio. I moved over into the right lane and I watched with a beating heart as the police car followed me. Fuck! I looked at my speedometer, and it was just as I knew…I was not speeding. So, what was his problem? There was no sense in hesitating so I began to pull my car off to the shoulder of the road, trying to pull my seatbelt across my shoulders in an inconspicuous manner.
I turned off my car and kept both hands wrapped around the steering wheel as he parked his car behind me. I watched in my side mirror as his car door swung wide open and the officer slipped out. His wide brimmed hat was pulled down over his eyes, but his build [ ...continue reading "The Arresting Officer" ]
Look, I know I’m not supposed to pick up hitchers.
It’s not smart for me, and it’s not smart for the hiker.
But it was a rainy afternoon, and the guy up the road looked
really dejected. He was somewhat small anyway, and his
shoulders slumped over as he slogged through the mud. All
alone in the half-dark like that, he reminded me of my cat
when I had rescued him as a stray from a sudden downpour.
The kid had a yellow poncho on and wasn’t carrying any bag
or even a gas can. I supposed he was just walking some
short distance, and I could drop him off and be on my way in
I pulled over and lowered the passenger window.
“Where you headed?”
The guy leaned down and looked in through the opened
window. Except it wasn’t a guy. She was [ ...continue reading "Grey" ]