Sexy Scribe

I’m in my 20s and my girlfriend’s mother is very sexy. Every time I visit their house, I find it most of the time looking at my crotch while I look at her breasts. Sometimes I caught her and smiled. I first suspected her appeal to me when she accidentally hit her smooth ass at my big member on an occasional visit on Saturday. She did not withdraw immediately and I confirmed that she was interested. Her husband is a little sensitive, tall, has thick and very hard-working glasses, which may explain why they’re good at it. He doesn’t look like he’s taking care of his wife.

A message on the answering machine was the only notice of his imminent arrival. In less than 12 hours, Doug would be here to stay just 48 hours. She sighed deeply in frustration. Twice before she came to see him. The first time, several years earlier, it had been soundly rejected. It hurt her. The second was during a visit when he had undergone surgery on his shoulder. I can’t really blame him for not being sexually interested. He was suffering a lot. But she and Greg had talked to him several times as the man she could be with. It was certainly one of his fantasies. If it were to become a reality, it would be another story.

I went home to take a shower, I stayed naked, I had iced tea to watch TV and relax. She came to wear a pair of low-sized bikini panties. What are you looking at? Nothing. I told him. She came to sit next to me and started rubbing her breasts. I’m so excited, fuck me. She told me. I looked at her strangely. I’m tired, I told him. She ran her hand to her pussy and rubbed her hard. But my pussy needs a good fuck; I want your dick inside me. Let’s go fuck. No, I told you I’m tired, maybe later. I need your dick. She told me. I was watching TV to ignore it. She leaned down and started licking my nipples and running her hand down my leg trying to get me excited. Stop! Then she gave me that puty look and ran her hand into her panties. I tried not to look, but I love watching my sister play with her. She started rubbing her pussy hard, then peeled her panties and stretched her legs, so I’m just gonna get out of there, and I’m gonna let out a little laugh. Then she started by herself. Run her fingers through her pussy lips, and pinch her nipples, make them moan while she sat next to me masturbating. I tried to ignore her, but she knows I like to see her leave. So she started putting on a show for me trying to make me difficult to give her a good fuck she needed.

Ray, my husband was on the move. I was several hours away from where he was staying. He called all the time and I went down to town the weekend to spend time with him. I’ve always had a very active sex life and my husband was very active too. We’ve had sex all the time. We are open-minded enough and shared our fantasies openly but never really experienced them. The closest thing was in a hot tub. One night, we kissed like another couple. My husband had one of me with another man. I must say I found it attractive but I thought it was fantasy.

We sat at McDonalds’ to talk while she was eating her double cheese burger. We talked about everything, the George Straight and Garth Brooks concerts that he had worked as a security guard, the things we all lived through. He was a perfect gentleman, complimenting her to get her towels for catching up with her burger. Finally, after a while, he asked if we wanted to go somewhere, and she quickly answered yes! We got in the car and drove to the motel and he followed us.

My wife looks like a bitch. She always looked that way to my knowledge. It measures a little more than 5 feet with big tits. Whoever needs a bra to restrain them and prevent undue disturbance. It’s not a striking beauty, but she has that look that guys know. Could be a bad girl for the good guy. Her big mouth and stinking lips add to her slutty look. She didn’t act like a bitch when I met her before I married her.

She opened an eye, but her whole world was still one of darkness. She felt something around her face, like a mask. She cooled down with fear as she began to regain consciousness. Ronnie tried to move but couldn’t.

She felt the rope wrapped around her body, shaking it firmly on a narrow sofa. His wrists were fastened, then pulled behind his head, where they were attached to the back of the sofa.

I have and you know that imagination is a horrible thing to waste. See, I came home from work on an incredibly excited night. My husband, on the other hand, was more interested in dating his friends and asked me to wait for him to come home. We didn’t get along from the beginning and I was ready to catch up, but now he really pissed me off.

Frustrated like hell, I decided I’d go out when he left and find my own pleasure. I was pretty convinced this bastard was cheating and I was tired of playing the second violin. After all, I was too excited to sit at home and rock my thumbs. I took a shower and put on a low-cut blouse (sheer bra), a short skirt and 4-inch pumps. You know those who say, “Fuck you!”

You feel naked and scratching under your short skirt. It’s weird to be shaved. You haven’t felt that way since you were 12, and it’s because of your perverted husband. He invited a friend to watch the fight. One thing led to another… Soon after, you were sucking Al’s dick and your wife cut off your pretty bush.

He was careful not to put on you, fondling your labia in the foam and drawing the blade on your sensitive skin until each small loop was history. After being naked, he sat down and admired you for a while, his friend still holding your ankles high and wide as he threw himself at the bottom of your throat. Then he licked you a little, delighted with your sweetness and the new sensation of your bald little pubis as he stinged your wet folds and kissed the sweetness of your vagina. He went after your clitoris, rolled it under his lips until you shouted Al’s kidneys. Your assailant on his knees only took you harder when your husband got away. Naked now, his dick has risen and looks mean.

I found out my new girlfriend Evelyn wasn’t in the mood. She didn’t get upset easily. So I was a little surprised one day by a little mood change, but suddenly. We were at the mall, and she asked me to come with her to one of those chic women’s shops where she was going to leave a dress to be modified that she had bought earlier. She let me wait at the cash register while she went into the dressing room to drop off the dress. When she left, she was in her pleasant and joyful mood, but when she came back, she suddenly seemed distracted and nervous. I was wondering why, but she didn’t say. She only said that the tailor was there, and that he would change the dress but that it had to be measured first. She told me she’d be back and back in the dressing room. It’s funny, but seeing her leave, I was thinking about her body.