Cheating - Page 93

For seven years I was a faithful and dedicated wife to my loving husband. This is the story of the one day that became my first step down the path to Slutsville. We had been high school friends and dated for most of his senior year. I went to one local university and he to another

It was dark outside as he headed up the garden path. Alex climbed the few steps which lead onto the patio and made his way across towards window where what little light there was, filtered through from the lounge to leave its dulled glow on the wet patio paving

Me encanta comer coño (I love to eat pussy) Part 1 What the hell? Most of the places I frequent wouldn’t have a clue what the print on the front of my t-shirt meant

Editing Reality Book One: Naughty Fantasies Created Part Five: Virgin Delights By mypenname3000 Copyright 2018 Note: Thanks to WRC 264 for beta reading this. Steve Davis I shook my head, my hands shaking as they clutched my phone. My wife was gay..

BEV THE HOTEL MAID Years ago I worked cleaning a local hotel. It was just before I met Barry and I was still horny even back then. I went through a phase of wearing stocking and suspenders and still do now when we go swinging and for him in the bedroom

The Triad and the Kidnapped Virgins Chapter One: Taking the Young Wife By mypenname3000 Copyright 2015 Fiona – Min-Kei, The Kingdom of Haz I reined in Whitesocks at the top of the rise, horror beating in my breasts at the sight of the kobold raid on the village of Min-Kei

(This is a story of our trip to Goa, when the 5 of us went and had a rocking time. Most parts are true, though some parts are exaggerated. I suggest to read previous parts, to get a better story line.) I got up late next morning, severely hung over. Maya was lying next to me naked

As I walked up the long driveway to the house I felt a familiar tingle of excitement. The thrill of the unknown and the prospect of earning some good money always seems to have that effect on me

t's winter and the rain is pouring down, an icy wind is blowing strong enough to make it hard to drive and the bare branches on the trees to blow dangerously, my car has broken down on the way home from work and I’m standing at the bonnet getting soaking wet trying to figure out what’s wrong with it

I tied up my robe and ran downstairs. I seen Marcus in his Porshe his iPhone lighting up his face. "Bop" I hit him right in his face. He loooked at me, "The fuck !". He got out the car. "Why in the hell are you here," I watched him stand right in front of me

So please read parts 1 and 2 for a better understanding of what's going on. Who sent me this DVD? Was it Jack or Janet? This I had to know. More importantly, how did they know where to send it

NOTE: This is a love story that has threads of BDSM running through it, including real cruelty and torture. Please be advised it is not for everyone. Like all of my stories that, as well as the sex, is an integral part of the story’s plot

I stepped away from Lauren. She is spread out on the desk panting for air, my cum still dripping out of her delicious pussy

ke a little girl as she leaned forward cupping her small breasts together to expose her freckled cleavage, “these would be to much for you to handle” she whispered in her Dirty French Canadian accent, unable to hold it in any longer I broke out laughing and took a sip of my beer to cover my blushing

er” by my drinking buddies and it certainly lived up to its name on occasions, in fact it might have been better named the Marriage wrecker as a few of my conquests ultimately led to divorce, one woman told me she just could not get back to accepting a smaller cock after the wrecker had been at work