It’s a new year, and I turned 50 in January. Fifty-freaking-years-old. I never thought it would happen to me. But, barring bad health, I guess I should have known it would happen. It did. I’m Karen. I have a ladies’ retail clothing shop in our town, with a partner, Evie: “K & E Gals.” We’ve been lucky: Making a reasonable income and staying good friends. She’s a bit older than me, but we get along so well. She’s like an older sister, really. Lucky me. I’ve been lucky in love, too, really. I’ve been married to David for 27 years, and we’ve been together for 30. Two children, a boy…

Having absolutely no life since I started college, I work during the day, and go to school during the nights and weekends. My goal is to finish the course in only two years; so here I sit, front and center in the lecture hall, waiting for the new professor to show up. Yawning, I cover my mouth and push my long auburn hair away from my face, letting the silky strands fall across my shoulder. I am wearing a short skirt with a tight fitting t-shirt since the autumn nights are still warm; what I didn’t take into account was the air conditioning. I did not realize the lecture hall…

Jay was my best friend in high school. He and I were both 19 when this story takes place. I was always over his house and he mine. Unlike a lot of stories here, his mom was average looking. Not a striking beauty by any means, but to a 19 year old boy anybody with tits got your attention. Jay’s mom’s name is Hazel, but I always called her Mrs. D**** (She is still alive and I’m not sure I want to use their last name.) Well, she was about 5′ 6″ tall and thin. She was in her early to mid 40’s. She had small breasts, probably a b…

{I will bet I have started this story no less than a dozen times, written myself into a corner and then began again. I don’t believe it either, so I will just write it the way it happened. Not very erotic, the wife and I don’t swing…well, not really. I also changed some places and names, some of you guys snoop and my other attempts might have had a few of you wanting to swing by.} I dabble a little bit on the auctions sites to pick up some cash. No big deal there, that started out with some fishing poles and a few odds and ends around the house…

Driving back to L.A. from Santa Barbara on a Saturday morning was usually a calm ride that took about two hours. Today was one of those days when the trip would take a lot longer. As I left Santa Barbara it started raining and if the guy on my radio was correct it would be raining until Sunday night. Somehow that always meant a mess on the highway. As I passed the Navy base at Point Magu I saw someone standing in the small shelter by the side of the road. Usually these shelters are for people waiting for a bus but I didn’t think any bus came by on…

I’m new to these “adult story” sites but I was attracted to this one. Why? Simple. It’s because I like to fuck old women and somebody told me about this site. I thought I might pick up a few tips, ideas. Who knows? Boy, was I wrong. Now I’m not putting down the stories here. Some of them are pretty good, actually. But if these are supposed to be “true stories” I’ve got to tell you they aren’t. Penthouse Magazine used to run “true stories” in their magazine (I don’t know if they still do or not… I don’t read it anymore — no old women) and some of the…

If you enjoy this story please revisit my previous series “Naughty High Class Mom pt. 1&2. under author hotteeat60. Continued from Chapter 4 Within two months of moving to Miami I became engaged to a guy I met in a very up scale club in Miami during spring break. I was introduced to him by a modeling friend. I learned that his name was Ken and that he was in his final year of law school from an Ivy League law school. I thought he was cute but a little nerdy. Ken stands about 6 feet and has light blond hair. While I was dating Ken I had learned that…

This story was inspired by the Bob that I met in a bookstore that got away! Brwneyedwitch70 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “His name is Bob and he’s a regular but a very cranky old man.” Summer said as she pointed out a handsome older gentleman that entered the book store. “Oh.” I replied. There really wasn’t much more I could say since this was my first day at my new job. I had been fired from my last job for flirting too much with the customers. I was waiting tables at a local family restaurant and too many of the “disgruntled” housewives had complained that I was flirting with their husbands. I wasn’t…

Alan is a 42 year old single white male with black hair a 6’2″ muscular frame who owns a duplex in a medium size suburban town. He bought the place after his divorce seven years ago and lives in one side while renting out the other. Both places are mirror images of each other with two bedrooms, one bathroom, open concept living room, dining room and kitchen with a one car garage in the middle of them. His latest tenant is Vicki a 24 year old curvy blonde who is technically a little person since she is only 4’2″ tall but she doesn’t have any of the common little person…

I lived in a small rural community. My wife and I bought this house about the same time we got married and had it paid off 30 years later when I retired. It was no mansion, but it was home. After a couple of years, we had a son and then when Jean was 30 we had Betty. After Betty was born, a couple bought the lot next door and built a custom house and had an in-ground pool put in. They already had a family when they moved in, a son a little younger than ours and a daughter Heather. Heather, as we found out, had been born the…