The beauty of being married to a woman years my junior. Shes gone back to sleep as I check on her. Yup my poor babe is cummed out and satisified. I carefully pat the stinky cummed out pussy with paper towel wrap the blanket back over us both. We snuggle together dream the usual weird dreams we dream...

My wife and I own alot of property,and a few horses.I am foot tall and about inches.She is about and has dd tits,mm nice. Ok we got a horse that was about years old.One day it seemed to be a little down so i called the vet.Lora asked me what the vet said. "he said the horse,Sam we called him,was in need of some attention.he said if I jerk it off the thing will be fine." She laughed.So reluctant to do it i asked my wife if she would please help me.

I told Linda and her husband goodbye and went out and got into the car my balls were sore and my ass was to. I looked in the rear view mirror and saw I had dried cum on the side of my face, I was a real mess. I was speeding home as fast as I could, trying to beat my wife home and clean up. When I pulled into the driveway I could see my wifes car in the garage, I knew right then that I was in trouble. I pulled up and got out I could feel sperm running down the back of my ass, I didnt know

While leaning over the table setting the silverware down I didnt notice you walking up behind me. As I was placing the last spoon on the table setting I felt your hands rub over my hips and pull them backwards onto your crotch. I notice a slight hint of your rising erection and I feel my body instantly react to your warmth. With your lips working on the back of my bare neck I feel your hands rise over my body, lightly teasing and torturing me into wanting you more.

She had been married to Gregg for over two years, and not once had he mentioned his desire to see her wearing a garter belt and stockings. The same secretive question swarmed through her head had he been cheating on her? Wouldnt she had known and would that be the only answer to his new found sexual fetish? Greg insisted that they stopped at the Lingerie store on the way home. Sandra never owned a garter belt. She had no purpose for one. Sandra was an artist and her idea of getting dressed for work consisted of a pair of white cotton drawstring pants and a big white shirt. She had several painting outfits for years, each covered with different shapes of spattered colors

Part Ray: I was sitting on the sofa, watching TV with Dan, who was in the recliner. I really wasnt even aware of what was on, some kind of sports show, I think. What did get my attention was two beautiful ladies with pie and beer for afterwards. Who could ask for more? All four of us sat and made small talk as we had our snack. We were all elated at the way the weekend had turned out, and the new friends we had made.

It wasn;t long before one of them grabbed the back of my head and forced my mouth onto his filthy, sweaty cock. I nearly gagged at the taste ; he obviously hadn;t bathed in days, if not weeks ; and the acrid odor of piss and unwashed ass assaulted my senses so forcefully that it was all I could do to keep from vomiting. When he suddenly mashed my face into his putrid-smelling pubic hair, smashing my nose against his pubic bone and filling my throat with his filthy cock, only the abusive

I have been trying to get my wife to sleep with an other man for ages, but she all ways said no. She said she loves me and would not risk our relationship. Every time we make love i think of her having another man. Then one friday night i came home from work and went up to have a bath. My wife was cleaning up and washing the breakfast pots as we had both rushed out the house that morning.

It was a warm, muggy August evening, perfect for sipping an ice-cold beer while watching the sunset. I left my wife, Carol, reading on the couch in the air-conditioned comfort of our living room while I grabbed a can of Strohs from the fridge and lay back on the bench on our front patio. To the west, I could see a roiling cloud formation, painted by the fading rays of the sun in hues of pink, orange and purple. The cloudbank had swallowed the stars close to the horizon, but hadnt moved high enough to obscure the crescent moon above. As I watched the clouds slowly make their way to the smile of the moon, a subtle flickering began to

To My Master... Letter from a Slut Wife Forgive me, but I have secret lusts that I so wish to fulfill. I lie awake at night dreaming of tasting the flesh of others, fingering myself for relief. I need to confess what a dirty little whore I really am. There are some nights I find myself picturing being tied to the bed, open and exposed. I can see the men, lined up, some dressed, some naked, and some in between, but they all have their