Sexual Partners


Cindy's Evening out

Cindy and I had been married for a while, friends became more, we had even gone to a few swinger parties and clubs, also nude beaches and resorts. I have had and I suspect that Cindy has had a couple of "adventures" beyond that. Every once in a while an "opportunity" comes along to do something a little more adventurous. And, this is not the story of a little evening of playing and swapping fuckbuddies. When looking for a vacation home, we met up with a sexy vibrant real estate agent named Jennie. She took us around and we told her we wanted a private pool where we and guests could smim nude, perhaps more than just swim.

Unintended Rendezvous

It had been a long morning. Meetings, calls, and dealing with indecisiveness. I was more than ready for a soothing cup of coffee and a few moments of peace and quiet. The familiar coffee shop was a welcome sight. I ordered my usual and found a secluded table in the corner near the window. Taking a notepad out, I decided to try to make some sense from the happenings of the morning so far. While taking a sip of my coffee, I glanced up and saw an older gentleman looking in my direction. Not wanting to seem rude, I smiled, and he returned the gesture. Passing it off as just a gesture of politeness, I went back to my task. All the while, I felt like someone was right behind me.

Nancy flips the spatula (Part 3)

Jill finished herself off. Nancy stood up. She said "Jill you followed me" Jill said yes, I am sorry, but after our rendezvous I left and while driving home, I just could not stop thinking about how I wished I had gotten your phone number, so then I decided to turn around and come back to the store to ask you if you would like to keep in touch, well just as I pulled into the parking lot I noticed you getting in your car and, well I followed you and here I am. I'm sorry Nancy I don't mean to scare you.

Penelope's Kiss

Summer vacation with Uncle Gus was a flavor, a spice that seasoned my sense of time and place. A woman taught me this, a tall, dark-haired gal who took me on a tour around the Mediterranean one night in her kitchen. Some say vacation is a dimension of leisure, a filter through which our lives look softer, shinier, more brilliant; but Veronica Watson convinced me that all those appearances can be translated into taste and swallowed. Easier than being transported in a plane or aboard a ship, with customs, passports and all that. "Believe your stomach boy, more than your eyes," she would say with a sultry Southern draw. Damn if she didn't blindfold me and prove the point every time.

My friend lent me his wife for six months....

I come from India and have lived in the US for more than 25 years. During these years, I have worked very hard and made some wise investments and made a chunk of money. This is a story which is part real and part fantasy. If it offends some, please move over. My friend Rahul and his lovely wife Rohini a 33 yrs old and mother of his two kids were at my house for dinner. After the dinner, we sat in our study talking when he suddenly became serious and said - "Rohini and I are having some financial struggle and have not paid our mortgage for 3 months. The bank has sent us a repossession notice." I was shocked as Rahul had been a very well to do business person.

A Dream Fulfilled

It was a warm night so she opened the window a little and went to bed nude and laid on top of the sheets. She lived out in the country and this was nothing new to her. A few hours later a young migrant worker was walking thru the country when he saw a house in the distance. Hoping to find someone awake and ask for work and food he continued up to the house. There was only a porch light on outside as he approached and no sign of light from inside but he had noticed a barn out back so he figured he could least get some sleep and be gone before anyone noticed. Walking round back he noticed a night coming through a window and carefully walked up to see if he could see anyone.

Vacant Tryst

It had been a long day and Kari was ready for it to end. She was an apartment asst manager and had been working alone all day. Between the paperwork, complaining residents and constant phone calls she was wore out. Just twenty more minutes and she was off for the next two days. Just then a young woman walked in the door. Kari introduced herself and the woman said her name was Tina. She needed a small one bedroom because she was going to college and didn't want to live with her parents because she wanted to have fun in college. Her parents were going to pay for everything she just had to find a reasonable priced apartment in a good neighborhood.

Nancy flips the Spatula

It's Sunday night, Nancy finishes up at the shop, after being a naughty clerk, forcing a female customer to suck her cunt, she thinks to herself "I wish I could make Jill my cunt sucking whore, god was she good with her mouth." The whole drive home that is all she can think about, her clit is erect with thoughts of Jill's warm mouth. Nancy pulls into the driveway, all of a sudden she feels her bladder, it's full. She realizes she didn't go to the bathroom before closing shop. She wonders if she is going to make it in and to the bathroom or if she will accidentally piss in her pants.

Nancy's Spatula Fantasy

Nancy works for the IRS during the day and moonlights two times a week at a moderately priced women's clothing store in the evening. Single and paying the mortgage and all the bills that come with it, strain her salary. Nancy is divorced, loves sex with men but often fantasizes about having another woman suck her clit (sometimes in her mind she uses the word cunt, depending on how horny she is.) It is Sunday and she spends most of the morning online with her laptop. She has signed up at a couple of bi-sexual websites, maybe she can find a discrete female/female relationship.

Desire on the Dance Floor

House music is overpowering me with its throbbing beat, the flashing lights and lasers disorientate me forcing me to squint against their glare. The place seems really full tonight; the dance floor is packed with clubbers and revelers. My head is spinning; I curse myself for drinking way too much Vodka knowing I've gone way over my limit. That coupled with the ecstasy pills we necked earlier in the night... Well I'm feeling pretty smashed to put it mildly. I've lost my friends in the thrum of the crowds around me and I panic a little inside as I realise I can't see them anywhere.