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The story that awakened my GFs inner BBC slut It had been a few months since she quit her job as a salary restaurant manager in a busy corporate setting to start a new, more relaxing life as a server in an upscale bar. She was finally feeling like she had her life back after…
Read part one on my page. I turned everything off down stairs and made my way up. Like a good cuck I bought us all up a water for bed. I get half way up the stairs and heard the shower going from our ensuite. I put the water down, and walked in the ensuite…
The silence in the hotel suite was deafening. “Stag”—this… this man… who looked like he’d been carved from rock—just stood there, his cold eyes surveying us. David, my husband, was practically vibrating with nervous energy. He was the one who broke the silence, his voice a pathetic, high-pitched squeak. “I… I just want to say……
So it was the same girl from the 3rd one, when we had been together for a while she knew all my dirty fantasies. But the first time I hooked up with her was at my house, i was partying with her and like 7 other friends, she knew i had the hots for her…
Early one night, my husband got a call about an incredible business opportunity. The only catch was that he’d have to travel for two weeks every few months. We talked about it and agreed he should take it. We also knew those two weeks would leave him sexually frustrated. I, on the other hand, have…
We’d planned to hit the nude beach today, but Jay got called into work. It was nice that he made way more than most people his age, but his branch definitely took advantage of him. Anytime the higher-ups showed up, he was the one they called. He had this insane talent for misdirecting ego-drunk board…
My girlfriend had been getting a bit distant from me and then I eventually learned she had been seeing a guy, which I suspected. She met him online and he came over one night and they hooked up that night. She told me they were cuddling watching TV on the couch when he started to…
The silence in our brand-new, leased-to-the-hilt BMW wasn’t angry. It was worse. It was a dead silence, the kind that absorbs all hope. David, my husband of six years, just stared blankly out the passenger window, his knuckles white on the door’s armrest. The day outside was disgustingly, cruelly beautiful. A perfect, sunny, late-spring afternoon.…