It seems like for every bad thing that happens in my life something better happens to take my mind off of it. Amy was gone, but Renee and I were starting something. Then I ran into Nick outside of the Library on Thursday. “Hey,” he said, and raised an eyebrow, “I hear you’ve been busy.”
Nick was a good friend, and I didn’t mind him knowing, but I was a little miffed at whoever, Amy or Renee, was talking about my sex life “What? What have you heard?”
“Only that you spend half your time in the library and it isn’t even October, why? Is there something else? You sound guilty or something.” Read the rest of this entry »
I’m at the airport waiting . . . waiting. And as I do so, my mind wanders off.
She came loudly. I loved it when she came. She was so alive and it burst forth from her like a broken damn . . . but this time it was different . . .
The first time she ever came with a man was almost two years ago. I hadn’t seen her in more than fifteen years and in that time she had gotten married and had two kids. When I last saw her - in HS - she was a girl of fifteen. She had a beautiful face, the most captivating eyes and an unmatched depth of character. She also had a look. You could always tell what she was thinking, or desirous of. It was her attitude and beautiful face that first caught my eye. And I fell in love with her then, and I am in love with her now. Read the rest of this entry »
The very formal dinner of the board of directors of the art museum was winding down. The chairman of the board, a very wealthy man, had risen to toast another successful year, due in large part to the efforts of my husband, John, who had secured a very popular exhibition of European masters.
I knew the chairman a little bit and a couple of other board members, but most of the twenty-five or so dinner guests were complete strangers to me. They were the ones who gave lots of money to support the museum. Some of them were older, some younger, but all of them and their spouses or dates were very sophisticated. Read the rest of this entry »
“Enjoying the scenery again?” my wife Aliza asked me.
“You know me so well.”
“Here we are, having a nice romantic Valentine’s weekend without the kids and you can’t stop looking at other women.”
The words could have been harsh, but Aliza was chuckling as she spoke.
“It was your idea to come back to the scene of the…” I began to respond, but found myself unsure how to finish.
“…of the crime you mean to say?” Aliza laughed. “Caro was no crime. She was sublime.” Caroline, who insisted that her lovers call her Caro, had been alone in this same bar the previous summer when Aliza had intentionally taken our kids for a nap, leaving me to enjoy more than the scenery. She had later found us in Caro’s room, and discovered that she also liked to watch. Read the rest of this entry »
“I can’t believe it, Carol!” Bonnie sat with her mouth open, staring at me.
“It’s true,” I said. “The thrill of doing it is like being high. I feel so alive. It’s the most exciting thing I’ve ever done.”
“Aren’t you embarrassed?”
“You bet I am. But that’s just part of it. Somehow, it adds to my excitement. It’s been like that for me since I was a little kid.”
“God, Carol! How did you get up the nerve to tell John about what you wanted?”
“I knew if I didn’t, I’d regret it the rest of my life. And you know what? The need to tell him and ask him to direct me in exposing myself was so strong that I don’t think it could have turned out any other way. It’s something I just had to do.” Read the rest of this entry »
He brought up his idea at breakfast, and he said he wanted me to think it over during the day before making any reply whatsoever. That was fine with me - I finished my coffee and headed out the door to go to work, blinking and shaking my head.
As you might imagine, I was absent-minded and distracted all day, and I realized at about 4:00 that I had forgotten lunch entirely. I called him up and asked if he minded having an early supper, and he agreed.
We made some small talk during supper, but I was really focused on getting some food in my stomach. Between skipping lunch and drinking too much coffee during the day, I was thoroughly wired. Read the rest of this entry »
It was five in the afternoon on a Saturday, and my phone rang.
“Hey T, it’s me,” said Carol.
“What’s going on?” I could tell by the tone of her voice that she had something to tell me.
“My dad’s friends from the factory are coming over, for the game. They’re going to be here before my dad gets back from work.”
“Uh-huh?”
“Well… you know our kissing thing? I was just thinking about that. These guys always kiss me on the cheek. But does the lip-kissing hold for them? For old guys like my dad’s friends?” Read the rest of this entry »
“Oh, this is kinda cute!” Cindy said, holding up a dress. The dress was vinyl. It had vinyl straps holding up a top that was cut low across the front. It was short. And the front was connected to the back by 3 one-inch vinyl strips on each side. The strips separated the two halves by about six inches, leaving a wide expanse of skin to be seen. It was slightly narrower at the waist than at the top and bottom, allowing the chance of a glimpse of breast at the top, and who knows what at the bottom. Read the rest of this entry »
I was 21 when I lost my virginity. It was to my first serious boyfriend on top of a car roof of all things. Well I wanted it to be different, I’d heard all sorts of stories from friends on how they lost their virginity and as a general rule it tended to be in their boyfriends bedroom during a heavy petting session that got out of hand.
I’d had the fumblings on back seats of cars, the local bus stop and a couple of times I was half dragged, half carried into some nearby bushes to give a quick hand job. But I’d always kept my legs firmly shut which is why I was so surprised by my behavior one night. Read the rest of this entry »
It had been a little over three months since that week at our cabin. I felt guilty about what I had done but not enough to tell my husband. We had fantastic sex the first week he was back, mostly because I was so aroused from the week with the boys. Twice I screwed him until he orgasmed and then I sucked him hard again, right away. The second time we did it he lasted forever and gave me several wonderful orgasms.
But, we both started to get back to normal. We had sex once or twice a week, not every night like the first week my husband was back. I began to daydream about my caddie and the boys and I masturbated a few times while was my husband was at work. It was a release but not as good as sex or being naked in front of people. Sex was great. Being naked in front of people was such a rush. Read the rest of this entry »
