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You can’t be in love with your wife all the time, you’ll get tired of her sooner or later and that’s the time when you should discover something new and exciting…

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The air was stale and hard to breathe. Neither short-sleeved flannel shirt with all buttons undone occasionally nor air conditioning in the office or car, even the fact that total time spent in the open air on the way to work and back home was not more that half an hour could help in this situation. Nothing, just nothing could save you from the heat.

Two hours after he’d had a shower he started to feel the skin on his face become wet and greasy. A drop of sweat would roll down his backbone at first slowly then faster and faster. His boxers were not very close fitting that’s why the drop would slide between the headband and his body along the tailbone between the buttocks touching and tickling tenderly the most secret spot. He couldn’t say if he liked that or not. It always happened so unexpectedly that all he was able to feel was slight tickling, a drop of sweat in his butt and wet coolness. He knew it wasn’t repulsive but he wasn’t willing to repeat that either. He didn’t feel fear of becoming a gay as it seemed so primitive and deserving attention of those only who really had to be afraid of that.

It was mid-August. Midday temperature was over 35 degrees centigrade. Half of the office personnel were on vacation and those unlucky to work in this conditions used to be late for work and disappear after lunch. It seemed everybody from all offices went on vacation. Partners, customers, even the company manager who had never been on vacation and was considered a thorough workaholic stopped replying to e-mails and receiving phone calls, he had forwarded all the calls and correspondence to his employees. There were not so many inquiries. However, business was not very successful as there cannot be any business without people. And those who didn’t manage to leave their workplaces could just envision those more fortunate be dancing at a disco or relaxing in the open air. (Read More…)

It’s hard for a girl to fall in love with the husband of her best friend, they are always together and they should find the right time for passionate sex…

What should I do if I hear that time is the best healer? that you can tell everything to your best friend because it’s gone already?

Some of your memories you better keep to yourself because each time you recall the events of your life you make your heart bleed and your imagination fly. As soon as you try to open your mouth to tell your friend about what happened you start to live it all over again and suffer even more than before. That’s why I decided to write about it; I can’t tell this story even to my best friend…

Each of us has his own measure of satisfaction. I’m writing this for my close people who can understand what I need and what goals in life I have. It’s really hard to tell you about my last years.

I had a lot of desires and aims. Job, moving to another city, my own business… I wanted to do a lot and something I could do, something couldn’t… a usual thing. Every time leaving home I was waiting for a miracle. I was really waiting for something to happen! I needed sex badly as I hadn’t had it for a long time. I often wanted some other men, strange to me…

Seattle! Having spent a month in Seattle I was sure I couldn’t live here. I used to cry at night, write messages to my husband telling I wanted to be back home. And it was me! Me, who had always been able to make friends anywhere!

My group mates were nice people and they supported me all the time. Every evening I would write letters to my relatives and friends. I went for a walk only in my neighborhood and a train journey was a torture for me. And again nothing happened… (Read More…)

This guy goes to visit his wife’s mom with his wife, he has no idea how horny this Milf can be…

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I and my wife have been married for over 2 years. My wife and I visited her mother a few times a year. My wife is very close and friendly with her mom, so we always find a way to visit her mom who lives alone. To be honest, I always hated going because it was too boring. You do all those conversations concerning cooking, housing, washing secrets. When the day of visiting her mom came I felt sad because I was expecting this visit. But anyway, we got into the car and drove away.

The visit started out the same as usual. We arrived there just by the dinner. Her mom had cooked a nice French dish with spicy gravy. Though I was tired from the long road, I was happy to savor such tasty meal, because my mother in law was a great cook. We talked what we all had been doing the past few months since our last visit and then we sat down to dinner. The dinner, against all expectations, appeared to be luxurious, lavish and hearty. 4 types of salads, pasties and spices! Everything was really OK except one thing! I noticed something different in my wife’s mom. Barbara, who was my wife’s mother, was looking at me differently. She had hunger in her eyes. I glanced at her from tops to feet, well, this woman was still a hot spicy doll! Though she was not slender and slim, and put up a weight due to her age, she was still hot! However, I tried to ignore her looks. Frankly, it made me feel rather uncomfortable. It was around 11 of the night and my wife said that it was time to go to sleep. She said that she wouldn’t wait for me and went to sleep at once. I stayed to help her mom with cleaning up. When we were done, I decided to go upstairs and take a shower and this is where the night became interesting. (Read More…)

This woman has never experienced an orgasm before but she’s gonna get her one from the man she met on the Internet…

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90 per sent of women don’t actually know what a real climax is.

This story is a part of my own life and I still don’t believe it could happen to me. It’s been nearly half a year since I’ve parted with my boyfriend. We were together for a year and had a lot in common. Generally that relationship was good. However, I wanted something more. I am 22 and I’ve had a lot of lovers. I’m pretty and as a matter of fact only the best men can be close to me. But the problem is that I’d never had a real orgasm with any of them. Occasionally I experienced some pleasure but I’m sure it was far from what it has to be. And it was one of the reasons why we’d separated from my boyfriend. At a certain moment I even started thinking the problem was in me.

I’ve never written stories for websites like this one but I used to read them regularly when I was in appropriate mood. And once I came across a story that provoked a hailstorm of emotions in me. It was about a man who could bring incredible pleasure to a woman. Despite the fact the story was written on behalf on that very guy the details he provided made me sexed up a lot. I guess I got obsessed with it. I was eager to be one of the girls he made love with in the story.

I made up my mind to send him an e-mail. I couldn’t think of anything better than to write “How are you?”… I know it was very silly.

I got the reply two days later. He was a bit puzzled by my question but wrote he was Ok and wondered very tactfully who I was. Those two days while I was waiting for his answer were just ordinary workdays that’s why I wasn’t so much excited about it any more. But the very fact that he hadn’t just deleted my stupid message and responded to it forced me to write him again.

Taking into consideration that this time I was fully aware of what I was doing I decided to send him a letter containing information important for both of us, nothing like “Hi! My name is Elisabeth. What do you do?”. At the beginning I wanted my letter to be brief and to the point. Instead I created a whole story beginning from telling him about the pleasure his story had given to me and ending with my great dream of being his sex-partner. (Read More…)

A guy breaks up with his lover and brings home all of his friends to fuck his wife, that sounds, wired but you’ve got to read on to enjoy the story…

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Samantha and I had been married four approximately 8 years, before I ran out and had an affair with a much younger woman. The other woman is a petite, cute and sexy, she is 20 year old woman. I’m 30 and Samantha is 28 year old babe. Samantha really felt hurt when she found out that the woman was only 21. Immediately the both of them started to argue when they met up one evening. They had made lots of rows, bickered all the time they could have an opportunity, and had tons of phone arguments. It looked like a boiling can that was about to explode any time. So I had to sort things out and do something about this situation. I had never thought my Samantha could be so jealous. She never shoed up before, so now it was quite strange of her to behave like that.

One night my girlfriend had met my wife’s sister at the local fast food restaurant, and they both put up a fight immediately. They scattered all the dishes on the table, overturned all the furniture around the restaurant so that the manager had to call the police. When the news of the fight had spread, and my wife had heard that my new flame had just beat-up her sister, I knew she was ready to blow everything to bits. Samantha called me over to her home, because at the time we were living apart. So I appeared half an hour later. Samantha wanted me to reprove my girlfriend, and asked me to take her over to my home so that Samantha could meet her there and work something out. I thought about it, because I was tired from my girlfriend’s behavior, moreover my infatuation with her subsided down and now I was really thinking of breaking up with her. She was not a bad girl, no, she was excellent, but she was too young and lacked elder female prudence and wisdom. I still did care for my wife, and perhaps I wanted to get back to her. (more…)

The adventures in the club go on and now the guy marries one of the sexiest girl from the club, what do you think she’s prepared for his birthday present…

“I’m sorry, hon.” Said Helena’s voice as Pete tried to juggle the phone and make coffee at the same time. “I know it sucks, but you know I’d be there if I could. If I’d blown off this meeting I’d be out of a job.”

“That might not be so bad.” Said Pete. “I earn enough for the two of us, and you could be at home waiting for me, naked, with a home-cooked meal every night.”

“Yeah, right.” Laughed Helena. “Because that’s my personality right there. The shy, obedient housewife. Besides, you know I can burn water.”

“Don’t I know it.” Said Pete with a laugh. “It just sucks you’re not here. I miss you…and it is my birthday.”

“I know babe.” Said Helena with a hint of sadness in her voice. “And you know it kills me to miss it, but just relax, watch a movie or something and I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

“Yeah, well…you’d better.” Said Pete in a mock-accusatory tone.

“Now babe…” began Helena, her voice becoming low and just dripping with sexuality. “Have you ever known me to break a promise to you?”

“No, babe, I haven’t.” He said. “I just miss you, ‘Lena”

“I miss you too, babe, I miss you so much… but I really have to go, sweetie. I’ll be home tomorrow morning and we’ll celebrate then…k?” (more…)