Wife - Page 55



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



The Taboo Machines Carla could not wait to try out her new stainless steel goat milking machine. Her friends the Gaucho Girls had lots of experience with livestock and induced lactation
tain Nick called at noon on Sunday advising he had spoken to Cindy about doing a photo shoot in Melbourne for her and that he was coming down the following Saturday for some site inspections and to plan out the shoot with her, he was hoping that we four might be able to have dinner on Saturday night
Helga Cooper thought that she was much too busy these days. In fact she knew that she was. What with working with two separate dental offices, her volunteer services to the local junior school, plus her house and family to care for, she scarcely had a spare minute to herself anymore
Room, board and …….. My wife Beth had been away for several days when someone came to the door. When I answered it there was a young guy standing there and he introduced himself as Tom
I wrote this story as a very basic and plain kind of story that would allow me to practice my writing without relying on fetishes or kinkiness to make it good. Please feel free to provide any constructive criticism you might have
First, some background. I'm 55, a business owner who has control of my schedule and am financially secure
I roll over to where you are laying on your back getting pounded, and I lean down to take your nipple ring in my mouth. I tug at your ring a couple of times, and you look over at me, moaning about the hard fucking you’re receiving
The day my life changed for the better It all started on my 26th birthday. My name is Mike and I’m 6’1 215lbs solid muscle and hung . So the day I turned 26 I got off work and went home to get ready and go out with the fellas for some drinks and relaxation



By the time the cookies were ready, 15 minutes had passed and Tara barely noticed. The smell of fresh baked pastries had made its way into the living room and cat calls were being sent her way by her fanbase. They laughed and ordered her to bring her cookies out to them
It was late and my beautiful wife was still not home yet she went out drinking after work with some of her co-workers. I decided to go ahead and go to bed figuring she would be home soon. Then the phone rang I looked at the caller ID and it was my wifes phone number
Chapter 1 A few days after Mike & Sara's night of overwhelmingly-intense, mind-blowingly nasty, straight-up hardcore fucking, Mike had to leave town and head a few hours north to take care of some personal things



Just a quick note from me before I start my story: My husband is the complete opposite of how I depict him here. I have however, read of men who would like to do this sort of thing. Gosh! I wonder at what might have happened if I'd married a man like that
Hi there. This is my first time posting so I'll do my best. This is a true story of my crazy experience with my husband's friends. I tried to describe it as best as I could. This was the first time something like this happened, but not the last. I have included both part 1 and part 2



My husband Tony was out of town for a few days on business and I needed a tool from his workroom. While digging through one of the tool drawers I found a small, portable hard drive