Not long ago my wife decided to surprise me by dressing up and acting like
a whore. She must have had the whole thing planned out because she sent me to
the store for a bottle of wine. My wife doesn’t drink wine that often so it
made me just a bit suspicious when she insisted that i buy some, but i had no
idea what she had in mind. The trip to the store and back took about a half
hour. When I returned she greeted me looking like some hooker you’d find in an
alley somewhere.
She’d made her face up applying a very heavy base. Wearing long false eye-
lashes, very bright eye shadow, ruby red lipstick and a blond wig that I had
never seen before, my wife stood before me in only see-through black and red
bra with holes that her nipples stuck through, and a matching pair of crotch-
less panties that revealed her bush and meaty crack. She also wore a garter
belt, black fish-net stockings and to finish off her appearance, a pair of pink
high heels. She looked like something out of a sailor’s dream. (more…)

I’m going to keep a dairy of my emotions tonight. I plan to write
a little something at least each hour. I’m doing this because it
does two things. First it gives me something to do and secondly
many people have asked how I feel at such times.

You see my wife, Dena, and I have an open marriage. At least it’s
a one sided open marriage. Throughout our 14 year marriage I have
remained monogamous while Dena has had many lovers. I don’t mind
her affairs, in fact I was the one who suggested she date other
men. (more…)

Working as a male go-go dancer from Key West to
Providencetown, I learned firsthand that often women can
become pretty daring. While dancing, rotating my buns as
I thread my way between the tables, I’ve had even the most
prim-looking gray-haired ladies grope my crotch and go as
far as to slip their nimble fingers between the elastic of
my briefs.
Recently, I was enjoying some well-earned time off
when a friend asked if I’d be interested in earning some
easy money posing for a women’s art club. Sure, I said,
expecting anything but what happened. (more…)

Since the start of the term, I had watched Joan exercise and work
out in the skimpiest of gym uniforms. The blonde tenth grader was the
most beautiful cheerleader in the junior class. All the boys in school
were constantly trying to get into her pants, and to be honest with
you, my own heart would literally do a flip flop imagining what it
would be like to fondle her large breasts that were constantly peeking
out through the sides of the tight T-shirts the kids wore despite
strict dress codes.

Watching her strut her stuff up and down the halls, I spent many a
moment in deep thought, picturing in my mind, the utter thrill of
parting her long, lean legs and caressing her with my tongue. I lived
for the day the opportunity might arise to show her the value of
taking instruction from an older, more mature person – one that has
been around and knows the ropes. To me, Joan seemed to know the score,
and I was positive that none of the kids her own age could possibly
bring her the sexual satisfaction I instinctively knew her body must
crave. Teacher or no teacher, if I thought I could get away with it, I
would do anything short of rape to be able to lick and swallow the
sacred secretions that were certain to flow in abundance from that
delectable Homecoming Queen’s vagina. (more…)