Valentine's Day at the Sex Club

It was 0330 when Cara and Alex finally left to go home. The kiss Cara gave me right before she walked out the door had my cock at full attention and wanting to be buried inside her tight Irish pussy one more time. Amy and I went up to our bedroom, and I took a quick shower. By the time I got in bed, Amy was sound asleep. Crap, I thought, not only did I have a million questions, I wanted to make love to my wife, even if my cock was exhausted and a bit tired. Sunday morning, we were woken up by the chiming of Amy's phone blowing up with text messages. Amy lazily rolled out of bed and went into the bathroom. She brushed her teeth and washed the sleep out of her eyes, and then jumped in the shower. She was purposely taking her time as she knew I was dying to know what all the text messages were about, plus I wanted to know just when and how last night's party had been planned. I didn't believe for a second that all those women just organically allowed themselves and their hus

~~Jack~~ The sweeps continued. Until someone managed to find a hint of the hunters, they had no choice but to continue them. But as time went on, Jack's mom started asking about their old home, about visiting it, and getting things they might want. He had a free night tonight, so, time to take a trip through memory lane, knowing full well the hell it'd be. "You ready for this?" he said. "I... I don't know." His mom looked at the door, the front door, the threshold, the gate, the barrier between her new life and her old life, and trembled. "I don't know what I'll find." "A lot of pain, Mom." Not the nicest way to start, but he had to be honest. "I... I've only looked through the windows of this place, and it's always been painful." "You never snuck in?" "Hell no." Laughing, he shook his head, and rested his back against the front door of his old house. It was raining, pouring even, as if

Things had certainly progressed now. Matt and Andrea had split (she was hooking up with an old friend of hers behind Matt's back). Matt had found a yoga instructor to shack up with and she wasn't into sharing. Nadia was pregnant (it was ours). She was just barely starting to show but her breasts had already filled out quite incredibly. I was working late, out grabbing a late dinner and got a text from Nadia "Can I send you a photo?" she messaged. This was intriguing right away. She'd been looking at landscaping stuff for the backyard and constantly sent photos of ideas but didn't usually ask before sending them. Ding! It was a photo of her quite large, still perky, breasts. Naughty girl! I still had a few hours until I would be on the way home. Then I realized she couldn't have taken the photo, someone had to have held the camera. "Gorgeous babe! Ummmm who took the photo?" I responded. "I'll tell you when you get home," she teased

It took everything that I had to get up from my knees and head towards my tormentor. I wasn't even on my feet, before the stunning Asian appeared at the window again. She took one long drag of her cigarette, and then flicked the butt right at me. "Matt said bring our trash in with you." she instructed me, as she turned her back on the open window, and disappeared back into the room. I wasn't sure what he meant by "our trash," but as I looked around the impeccably groomed gardens of the wedding venue, the only things that looked out of place were the smoldering cigarette butt, and Matt's used condom. I stubbed the cigarette out first, before picking it up. Then turning my attention to the used prophylactic that hung tenuously from the branch, I reached tentatively for it, grabbing it about two thirds of the way down its length, so that its milky-white contents remained within. Carrying it at arm's length, as if were toxic, I couldn't help but no

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Stephen woke with the sound of his alarm at 7am, and to find a message from Victoria, sent during the night, telling him to open the envelope in his top drawer. The jiffy bag contained a note, which he read while emptying the contents on his bed. Stephen, Please find a present from me to you. I hope you like them as they are yours now. You are to wear them to work today, and you must send me pictures which show you wearing them when I ask for proof. You are to come to our house at 5pm. We are having an earlier tea because Auntie is out at a party working. Victoria. Stephen unfurled the garment on his bed. The silky black polka-dot thong with white lacy trim and a pink bow on the top were obviously female, and he groaned at what he held. They were soft, but cross-dressing was not in his list of fetishes or fantasies. It had never interested him. He showered and brought the soft material to his hips. He pressed his cock against the silky fabric and the gentle caress of his manhood brou