"Hey there Mrs. Kripke how are you, noticing she looked unusually more attractive then ever before.
"I am fine Mr. Stephen," referring to the idea he seamed much more mature each time she saw him. "My, my Stephen haven't we grown, and matured even over the last several months. And how is college going too dear?"
"Well as good as you said it would. I can't believe how much goes on, and all the time. It's crazy and I've met so many people too."
Jesus Christ! Had he just said that? Really? He couldn't believe it. Here he was, 64 years old, and he finally couldn't prevent blurting out a yearning which should have stayed private for ever. It was a cliché, sure, but at that moment time just froze. He was conscious of no other sound or movement; perhaps his heart even stopped beating. The room was a photograph.
Nicole and I had dated in college. It had been a very up and down relationship. We had both just gotten out of a relationship at the time and she in particular was reluctant to put her full effort into the relationship for fear of getting hurt. I, on the other hand, went into it with a full effort, which caused me to be the one who was hurt in the end.
Please forgive me if there are any spelling or grammar errors in here – I don't have anyone to correct my work so I have done my bets. Hope you enjoy it as you did my last stories (thanks again for the response to those).
I am 30 years old and I am good-looking guy – so I have been told. I am just under 6 foot tall, medium build 70kg – with a nice physique.
Another month passed since Steve got his promotion and we had any time away from the kids. That previous night alone was another memorable one in which I bought him a nice black pair of thigh highs and a black lacy garter belt that matched his black satin bikini panties. He was so aroused he came in his panties as I rubbed his crotch on the drive home from dinner.
I'm a divorced forty-something male with a relentless sex drive. I am blessed, or perhaps cursed, with an enormous cock fully ten inches in length and seven inches in circumference. My bitchy ex-wife could hardly take it in the cunt, so she usually jacked me off. Fortunately, we were swingers, so I got more than my share of pussy at swinger parties.
“Linda, I have a surprise for you. Remember you asked me if I’d like to see you with another woman?”
Linda and I are colleagues and were in England for a new product launch. We are also lovers, still exploring each other and ourselves, having only been together 3 times, the 1,000 miles between our homes putting a bit of a limit on the time we could spend together.
It was a Thursday morning. I had just gotten to the office, my cubicle was on the south side of the third floor. I booted up my computer, got some coffee, and sat down to catch up on the daily slew of emails that waited for me when I arrived. I had a busy day of meetings and I had been up late the night before, so I was braced for a long day.
My husband Mike, after claiming that I promised to let him find me another girl to have sex with, went at his self-appointed task with his typical enthusiasm.
Amazingly, he managed to succeed. This at least showed me that I wasn't the only one who would do anything he asked. I always thought that he had some sort of power that enabled him to propose the most outlandish things to people and they would actually do them.
Dave was sweating. The sun was warm but not uncomfortably so - it felt considerably milder than the sun back in Orange - but dragging the bag along the street probably hadn't been the best idea. It was well-suited to the task but the route he had decided to take to the hostel he was booked into was rather longer in person than it had seemed on paper. As he trundled down 33rd Avenue, he espied some shady greenery which turned out to be a park.