romantic and sexy

  It started one summer day when I walked into my sister’s room and found her panties. I was hooked. It progressed from that day to dressing fully in my sister’s clothes to my girlfriends panties and bras and shoes to shaving my legs and buying sexy things, stockings, panties, bras, makeup, wigs ect. My wife at the time really liked it when I put her wet panties on. What she did not know was I had been trying on her sister’s panties, her mother’s panties, and any other panties I could find. As for her mother, she was sexy and had a great ass. Every chance I got I would give her a little tap on her ass. I often noticed her nipples get hard whenever I did that. One Sunday my wife and I were at her mother’s apartment (she was divorced) and after a while we went home. After getting home I found out a show I wanted to see was going to be on but we did not have that channel. I told my wife we should have stayed at her mother’s to watch it. Her response was, “No I am tired, but you can go ove

  It was the night of my 18th birthday. My dad had dropped by for a surprise visit and as always he never gets a hotel and likes to sleep in the bed with me. This wasn’t the first time my father and I shared a bed together, but it never went past sleeping…until now. My dad was laying beside me, snuggled close to me under the covers. He wasn’t wearing anything except his boxers. His fingers gently comb through my hair, massaging my scalp to lull me to sleep. Nearly dozing off now, I hadn’t realized my tank-top strap had slid down, exposing my right breast to my father. I shiver suddenly, feeling a tingle at my chest. I open my eyes to look and to my surprise, my dad was touching me, circling his thumb around my nipple until it hardened. “Wh-what are you doing?” My voice was shaky but I didn’t sound frightened. My dad smiled, “You’re so beautiful, sweetheart. I just want my girl to feel good.” He whispered to me, but then suddenly pauses, cautious. “Do you want me to stop?” I don’t hesit

  Anytime my wife and I have a rare night alone, I do my best to setup some sort of adventure. I have found over the years that if I talk to three guys we are lucky if one shows up so I set up more than intended to better our chances of a guy showing up. This day was no different and after talking to several guys I had a tentative plan. COCK #1 – Arranged to meet him at our Walmart parking lot. I checked our messages and he says he is there. We pull up and a black guy gets in the back seat with my wife. She wastes no time and starts sucking his black cock. The parking lot is busy so I tell them I’m going to drive across the street and park in a bay at the car wash. It was raining so no one should be there washing their car. We drive across the street, my wife never stops sucking his black cock. I see her head bobbing up and down in the rear view mirror. We pull in the bay and I roll down the back window so I can get out and video my wife sucking his cock. I get my phone and start video

  Susan was a  British spy working in Moscow.  Susan loved it. For her it was a real chance of advancement. She had a great cover story, a tech worker at the British embassy. She worked out every day in the gym, she was thirty five, slim with well defined muscles, firm, almost hard tits, a tight hard ass, her long body molded into a well shaped goddess. Susan was five eleven with long brown hair. She was also a black belt in karate and was very confident of herself. Susan had a small but comfortable apartment in the city, she liked it a lot. It had a small kitchen, living area and a bedroom that could just hold a queen bed. Her bosses had told her she would be moved into something bigger but she wasn’t in any hurry to move. Susan had checked the apartment out real good and never kept anything of importance there. If she had been more careful in her checking she would have noticed the the mirror at the foot of the bed was two way. There was a small room behind it where Olga, a female Ru

  It’s Monday and Bernie is hard at work at the hospital lab. The good news is Lydia asked to be put on days from the 3-11pm shift. She was greeted by Bernie. Lydia is a top notch med tech like Bernie. Lunch time the girls ate together at the cafeteria. They were the same age 25 years old. Lydia is a single mom. Her son David is 6 years old. Lydia was born in Puerto Rico. Her parents came to New York City for work. Her mother Maria lives in town now that Lydia’s father died. Bernie noticed some tattoo showing by her neck. Lydia laughed and said it is bigger than what you see. She whispered to Bernie she has nipple rings. Bernie told her she wants to do the same thing. Lydia wants some more things done. They can go together as she knows her way around. Bernie said let’s call the artists, make an appointment, and tell them what we want. They went to the phonebooth with lots of change (1970’s). Lydia called someone she knew there. She told them what she wanted. Bernie took the phone and t

 I would like to begin this story by telling you a little about my wife and I. I believe people hear or read stories similar to this and think that we are some type of outlier or different sort. In reality we are normal people and no one would expect that we have such fantastic sexual experiences. We are just like any other husband and wife living in suburbia. We have three kids, a dog, and even attend church on most Sundays. I work in Ophthalmology and my wife is a science teacher. I think you get the picture. For the most part we live “normal” lives. Emily and I have been married for nearly twenty years. Our sex life has been through ups and downs and we struggled for years to find a rhythm and cadence that matched both of our desires. We also suffered from a “proper” upbringing that placed limitations on what each of us thought was permissible in a sexual relationship between husband and wife. It seemed there were many unspoken desires that we never shared because we both thought th

 I grew up in the Blue Ridge mountains of West By God Virginia. When I was eighteen I was in the woods hunting squirrels one early October morning with my red bone hound, Rusty. We had been walking for a couple miles when rusty took off running and disappeared into the woods. I called out for him but he didn’t come back to me. I tried whistling too but he still didn’t return. So I started out in the direction he had gone. I walked for about a mile or so when I came upon a clearing with an old log cabin, a small barn and a chicken house. I immediately became worried that Rusty had gone after the chickens. He was notorious for killing any kind of birds and loved chickens. He would kill and eat them on the spot, feathers and all. I wondered why I hadn’t heard gunshots because any farmer would have killed him for attacking his chickens. I approached the cabin cautiously and slowly making my way to the front porch. As I got there I noticed the front door was standing open so I called out “H