I hadn’t seen much of Emily again for a few weeks, knowing she keeps fit and goes to the local park run, (I am not fit in any sense of the word, I can’t run more than a few hundred metres, so good on her!) I have been keeping a bit of an eye out for her. I have seen her leaving or returning from these runs, but she does also nip cross country, so see her boyfriend. So, that Saturday morning I saw her walking back up the road and called out, asking how her run was.“Why, what’s on your mind?” she asked.I offered her a cool drink, and she…

Last night I was alone in the room and began to think of Ulla (a sweet Swedish girl I met in July) and as I did, I felt a slight tingling sensation between my legs. I turned on the TV and laid my hot body on my bed to rest from the long day, when the phone rang. “Hello,” I said. “Hey Vicky. Maria, Katia and I are going to dinner, you coming’?” said the voice on the other end. It was my friend Flora. I thought for a second…”You know what, I think I’ll rest here for now. I’m really tired, I had a long day and I still…

Chapter Two: Later Saturday Lunch was served on a long table on the broad porch at the back of the house overlooking Gloucester’s outer harbor, the town itself rising from the shore beyond the inner harbor on the other side of the stretch of water. The sailboat the young men were going to take out later–practicing collegiate sailing being the reason they were here this weekend–rocked gently at the dock beyond the slab of smooth rock running down to the shoreline. Most of those present for the weekend were paired off on wicker settees at the other end of the porch, waiting for Eva, the housekeeper, to finish setting the…

A note to readers: This is a long story that unfolds chapter by chapter through the eyes of two protagonists – Mark and Elsa, and as in many of my other stories involves a growing spate of horny characters. Every ten chapters or so I will provide a short summary at the start of that episode to bring new readers up to date (see start of Ch. 70). This story could appear in a number of genres (Loving Wives, Incest, Lesbian, Fetish, and more) depending on the chapter, but the overall theme is Group, so I have applied this moniker to all chapters. The story is still being written, yet…

“Hello, Agnes.”Agnes looked up from where she was kneeling in her vegetable garden. It was the spirit of Burt, Mayor of Heavenly Aden. It was hot and she was wearing only a pair of shorts and a sleeveless blouse. He was shirtless. Her hands were soiled with dirt. “Hello, Burt,” she answered. “Welcome!” She stood up, brushed strands of light brown hair out of her eyes, rubbed her hands together to clean off the dirt, and walked over to where Burt was standing at the edge of the garden. Sweat streaked her cheeks.“Melody tells me you’re doing great. I came out to see for myself.” Melody was Burt’s buxom and…

The party was clearly going to suck. Have you ever tried to wrangle twenty 10 year old girls through an Ice Skating party? A smelly ‘party room’ that doubled as a locker/changing room. Thirty pairs of skates, because half the girls got the wrong size the first time. Cardboard pizza. No booze. My ex-wife and another mom decided it’d be an easy way to kill two birthdays with one party, and it sounded like a good idea, but when we arrived we discovered that it was half-price skate night. I had no idea that many people were interested in skating. We finally fed the girls dinner, got their skates on,…

Every cell in my body ached to watch her cum with another man. The ecstasy of seeing her eyes close, body trembling, and sultry voice call out when her pleasure became too much to bear. It became an addiction for me. When I couldn’t watch I begged her to recount her experiences with other men. Lying in bed together Stephanie would stroke my cock as she told me about someone else. It was nearly a nightly ritual. I was filled with an indescribable level of both jealousy and arousal as she told me about a different or better cock fucking her to climax. It only fueled my passion for her.Simply,…

She tugged a little at the cords holding her wrists to the posts on each corner of the bed’s headboard. He had tied them quite securely, but loosely enough so that she could move her arms about six inches in any direction. The cords were made of soft green velvet and actually felt good against her skin. He had tied similar velvet cords around her ankles and attached the cords to two hooks hanging from the ceiling. They held her legs about two feet apart, just wide enough for a body to fit comfortably between them, and about a foot above the bed. She had just finished a very warm…

CHAPTER 1 Thursday night, 10 p.m. and Megan Flaherty is at my door. She’s been here many times before. Megan’s tall and willowy, with raven-black hair, freckles around the eyes, and a thousand-megawatt smile. She’s a good catholic girl. Says her prayers. Attends mass on Sundays. But she’s strayed pretty far down the path to temptation. Put simply, she likes to fuck — a lot. Let’s just say that ten Hail Marys and ten Our Fathers isn’t going to get it done at this point. At first glance, she appears prim and proper, dressed for the office in a pressed skirt, tidy blouse and respectable shoes. But a closer look…

Dawn and I had been seeing each other regularly for about a month. The sex was amazing and she was an eager and willing student, wanting to try every method, position and fetish possible, since she had never had sex with a man before. We shared plenty in common, besides our sexual libidos, which made spending time together a pleasant experience. We enjoyed going out and doing things that new couples do together, such as going to the movies, eating out and going to the dance clubs. It was one particular Friday night that she wanted to go to a new dance club that she had heard about on the…