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*Chapter 2: Ron’s Stripper Fantasy*

March 1st fell on a Monday and my alarm went off at 6AM as usual. I stretched and got out of bed and stumbled to the shower to start my day. I was unusually horny this morning because Ron and I had an amazing sexual experience last week and agreed to fulfill each other’s fantasies on a monthly basis. He got odd months and I got even months. We agreed that on the first of each month we would give each other a letter outlining the fantasy the other was to fulfill. Today was the first day of the first month of the game. Continue reading »

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I rolled towards Sharon on her expansive bed, leaving Jim in a semi-comatose state. I flowed into her arms and we shared a full body embrace. Our arms wrapped around each other and our hose encased legs entwined. It was a new and unique experience that I relished. It seems as if I melted into her, and her me. The feel of her lips on mine, the electric sensation of her breasts pressed into mine, the softness of our merged bellies, and feel our nylon covered legs rubbing against each other was such an all encompassing experience that it left me enveloped in a feeling of euphoria. Our eyes met and I was lost in her sapphire depths. Continue reading »

I got back to my apartment on Thursday afternoon at about 4:30, after my weekly two-hour child psychology seminar. I kicked off my shoes, leafed through the mail, and saw the red message light on my answering machine blinking. Two messages. First message: “Hi Amy, it’s Janie. Wondered if you might like to go out for a bite this evening, say around 6:30? Give me a call back before five if you can make it. Thanks, bye.” Second message: Nice male voice. Deep. “Hello, Amy. This is Robert Davis calling. We, uh, met two weeks ago, and while you may not have gotten my name, you left an indelible impression. If you have a few minutes, there is something I’d like to discuss with you at your convenience. My number is 555-4556. Please give me a call. Hope to talk to you soon. Bye” Continue reading »

We woke up late the next morning, and I woke up in the best way possible, feeling a pair of warm lips sliding over my morning erection, and looking down do see the tangled blonde hair of my gorgeous girlfriend bobbing up and down in my lap. I looked up at the ceiling and savoured the feeling of her tongue sliding slowly up my nine inch cock, feeling every ridge, teasing my glans, and then her hot mouth sliding fully over the end and then down until I bumped against the back of her throat.

She started massaging my balls with one hand, and pumping my shaft with the other, coaxing the cum out of me. I reached down, running my hands through her silky hair, and along her back feeling for her pussy, hoping to find it wet and ready. But she slapped my hand away and started sucking my cock even more vigorously. Continue reading »

You have a better chance of appreciating this story if you have a large closet full of dresses that were carefully chosen to look professional and a small drawer of lace and silk originally intended for your husband alone. If you’re a man who wants me to swallow a big load of cum by the second paragraph, then you’ll get along with my husband; but you’ll have to look elsewhere for a story. Even in my husband’s stories, I never seem to get laid by another man (or women) until the bottom of the first page or the top of the second. What would you expect of a happily married, middle aged couple who barely remember the thrill of watching each other have sex with someone else’s partner? My husband had encouraged me to write a story ever since he submitted “Alicia goes Gunkholing” to Literotica a little over a year ago. His story was from the time before we became lost in the fog of respectability. I resisted writing my story until I had a fresh experience to share. Now I do. I hope you enjoy. My husband certainly did. Continue reading »

“Stacy, are you sure you don’t mind going to this Christmas party?” Steve asked. “Jake’s still pretty much a party animal and his crowd can get kind of wild. Last year the cops came several times, there were people doing drugs, and I’m pretty sure there was an orgy going on in one of the back bedrooms.”

I laughed. “Sounds like fun to me. Besides, if we don’t like it, we can leave, right?”

“Sure,” he said. “I’ll pick you up at 8:00, and I’ll be in the car.”

“The car” is Steve’s meticulously maintained Porsche Carrera. Continue reading »