Sexy Scribe

I love my husband. He’s a good father to my kids, he’s attractive, and a good friend. We have a good relationship and we like to be together. Our sex life is wonderful. I never thought I’d deceive him, but sometimes things “come.”

Keith has to travel often, in his work. During such a trip, the children were no longer in school and since I had to work, they stayed with their grandparents. After work, several of my colleagues decided to go to a local bar for an hour. Lance, one of the new associates, was not familiar with the area, so I offered to take him. In retrospect, I wonder if there was anything Freudian about it.

I get along well with my roommate Martha OK, but since we’re both active women on weekends, we don’t keep the apartment as clean as we would like. We never seemed to be able to find the time to give him the righting and cleaning that he really needed, so we hope to never put him back together. I heard one of my colleagues talking about a friend who hired someone to help clean them up and I immediately realized that that was what we had to do. I discovered the maid’s name and arranged to hire her for a Saturday that Martha and I would dedicate to our task. With three of us working, we should be able to do wonders in one day.

This story started a year ago. My husband and I made arrangements to send our 15-year-old son to a mountain summer camp where he wanted to go for a few months. Then my husband thought we should take a vacation too. We chose Cyprus to spend several weeks.

We did all the planning, bought the tickets to fly over and made reservations in a beautiful hotel on a picturesque beach. We were getting our passports, travel checks and money exchanged when my husband told me he had to go to Japan for business.

My name is Jackie, I’m blonde with a 36DD bust (which many men find attractive). It’s a real story about my first case, I was 39 at the time.

I worked in an office as sales manager when a new manager came to work for the same company. My job was to travel to meet clients in their offices, and sometimes my director also came to meetings.

In time, our relationship got closer and although I was perfectly happy with my marriage (and satisfied with my husband’s love), I began to fantasize about Wyn. One day, we arrived at a customer’s parking area before our scheduled meeting and we spoke occasionally in the car. I reached the back seat for my briefcase - an act that twisted me next to him with my face quite close to his. He took the opportunity to take my face in his hands and kiss me tenderly on my lips. I was surprised but also happy and responded to this first kiss. He’s not surprised that he pushed his tongue into my mouth and I got more excited, I did the same thing to him. One of his hands caresses in front of my blouse and he has no doubt that he can feel my nipples erect.

My former boyfriend, Jerry had been away for two weeks, working outside the city and I was waiting for him at his house around 8:00 on Friday night. I was as excited as hell and all I could think was to put him in bed when he came home.

The phone rang around 4:30 and it was Jerry. He told me he was sorry, but he was gonna have to work on the weekend and he wouldn’t be back until Monday. “What am I gonna do, I really miss you,” I said. Jerry said in a pleasant way, “I’m sorry, but you could always go to town and fuck if you want.” I was shocked that he said that and asked him if he was serious. He told me he wouldn’t bother me to do the same. I mean, he said, “Come on, have fun, I’ll see you on Monday.”

John, it was beautiful. How’s your day? Do I still have a bad day? I’m kidding.

“I have a wonderful day,” we whisper gently, a sweet breath dye your voice.

“Wait until you see what kind of NIGHT you’re going to have!” I’m still laughing.

“UH oh”, you smile in response.

“Oh, honey!” I’m sighing. “I forgot. I brought some work to read before tomorrow. Why don’t I clean this up from dinner, and I’m gonna start working. You could go relax, read the paper or take a shower. Sorry, it’s just a few hours of reading. I’ll catch up later if you’re patient.” You sigh too, but smile when you detect the malicious glow in my eyes. “Nite isn’t finished yet,” you think.

Linda and I were looking forward to the party. We had already been there, so we had a pretty good idea what to expect. They held a dance every two weeks, and many couples got a room at the motel for some time after the dance. The last time we went, we were invited to a room, but this time we would have our room.

We got there early and registered for the room. Then we went to the room. The motel is one of those two places of history that seem to be everywhere. Linda changed into her little red dress. She wore it without bra or panties, and when she leaned on her breasts, she almost fell off. She could put a show in two directions at once.

“This guy and his wife like to have key parties,” Emily said. “The guys throw their keys in a pile and the women take out a set and go home with the guy who belongs to the keys. "

“What? They don’t really do it like that, do they?” I asked him. I was intrigued, stimulated, really. I read and dreamed of these things, but I never thought they were true. I thought people were just telling stories, dreams, I’d say. My wife, barely 28, made me meet one of those “keys.” Apparently, when I told Emily about these things, I made an impression, and because Emily has a hot pussy, I guess she herself was excited by the thoughts, especially knowing that I could give her approval to fuck other men.

Our car was in the garage for repair and they didn’t have a spare “lender”, so my wife, Angel, (who is a beautiful, small 26) and I had to travel downtown on the suburban train. Where the train is full and must stand. We didn’t know how well we were where, at the next station, dozens of people started riding and where we took over like sardines.

In the crush, Angel and I, where we were separated, I could see the top of his head on the crowd. They’re mostly businessmen on the train, so it wasn’t surprising that Angel was surrounded by men… but the funniest thing is that they’re all facing Angel, we expect a group to face different directions. The lûché train and a hole appeared momentarily and I could see that Angel’s mini skirt was around her waist and panties where pulled by her knees. One guy fingered her pussy, another kiss. Her top has been removed (she doesn’t need a bra) and 2 more where to play with her breasts.

Oh, man! His mouth feels good on my dick! She keeps doing this and she’s gonna have a real face. But she loves to swallow. She’ll never have enough dick and who am I to deny it? I tell her what I’m typing and it really turns her on. The more I type, the more she sucks.

Before you tell you what she did, let me tell you about us. My girlfriend Kathy sucks my dick. She’s 42 years old but doesn’t seem to be over 30 years old. It’s a natural redhead, but I couldn’t prove it, because it shaves completely. She’s in great shape and has a smile to die for. My name is Frank; I am also 42, I train three days a week, and I do not want to boast, but I am rather well hanged; Eight inches to be exact. I met Kathy by a common friend almost a year ago and moved in with her a month ago.