I’ve been married to the woman of the fantasies of most men for almost ten years. Those ten years were punctuated by some love adventures that make the other comparison pales. Joy has always been a free spirit, but given its heavenly body, which was easy to neglect. For the first five years of marriage, we have explored each imagined sexual way. I couldn’t see how our love life could be richer.

I had decided that a bathroom would help me relax more I needed to shave and always helps if my skin had the chance to immerse yourself in the hot water. After being in the tub for about 10 minutes I thought I heard something in the living room, but I rejected it thinking about hearing things. Then the shower curtain opened and there stood in all its glory. As usual, I had no idea she was also in town. A pleasant surprise though!! I gave him a key for a while back for this reason! !

I haven’t seen him since we were 18, and now, 30 years later, he moved to our city. At the station where I saw him, I told him to come for a beer, his wife was out of town and I had nothing to do, fortunately he wife was still out of the state finishing some packing for the new house. He had arrived at 8:00 and we sat down and talked about the old days and drank a lot of beer.

I was 17 when I decided to try to have sex with another girl. I’ve been thinking about it since I was a pre-teen, but I’ve never had the courage to try something, especially because I was afraid that the word would come out all over the city. A small background information:

My parents were in the mid-1940s when I was 17 years old; I had two sisters, Lora (16) and Lisa (15); My parents weren’t open-minded about “the altered lifestyle.”

I look at my wife’s bus head out of town, and since I now have a three-day weekend, so I think, “Guess, I’ll go see some porn, just like the good old days.”

I feel my dick stirring at the prospect of being someone’s sex toy for a few hours. Getting into the car and going down to the “30” towards Fenton Missouri, I gently rub my dick and think about the hot mouths I’ve fed in the past. “I think it’s better if you calm me down,” I say, pulling in the liquor store for a smoke pack and a half-pint of whiskey. “This should calm me down and concentrate. I can’t cum here.” And I throw myself in the secluded parking lot behind the adult theater and the arcade complex, and drink whiskey