Sexy Scribe

Goldie was bored and decided to walk in the forest. At first, fresh air seemed fresh and welcoming. But when the sun rose higher in the sky, the air became more sordid. Small rivers of perspiration dragged her neck and around the mounds of her breasts, disappearing in the top of her sun gown. The damp tissue attached to its skin, describing its nipples. She unbuttoned the top of her dress to let the air reach her sweating skin.

I will never forget my cousin, Arlene. She was and is really beautiful girl/wife. She and I learned a lot together when we were younger.

Arlene and her parents, Tony and Tanita, moved next to me and my parents when she was 10.

Because there were so few children living near us, none, we turned naturally towards each other. In fact, we lived in the countryside and the nearest farm was nearly a quarter of a mile and they had no children of our age.

In the early 1980s, I worked in this factory that made snacks. At that time, all office workers had their own offices (ah, the days before the cabins were discovered). The accounting department, where I worked, was in an extra wing in the back. Because of the delicate nature of our work, the offices had an outside door that was always locked, then each of our offices had their own doors.

My best friend’s mother was the last thing I thought about when I went home. I rang and she answered. I asked him if his son, Tom, was home. She said I just missed him, since he left with a girl and they were going to the mall.

She said I didn’t need to leave because she just made a coffee and invited me to a cup. She worked in one of the city’s hospitals and was still in uniform. I asked her if she worked twice again. She smiled and said without a second pay to help pay the bills, she had to work every hour offered to her.

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.