My New Year's Eve Erotic Night

Mollie always loved those few seconds between when she knocked on the front door and the man who lived within answered. There was that tingling apprehension she felt deep in her stomach - the sense she always had that what she was doing was incredibly naughty - coupled with the raw excitement of knowing exactly how much fun she was going to have over the course of the next few hours. It was in those few seconds that the tension that had been building over the prior weeks finally reached its peak, and she found she always a deep urge to turn and run away, but always too late - by the time she'd talked herself out of it, the door was wide open and she was being invited in. She'd had plenty of meets like this before. They were easy to arrange really - a quick post in the right forum using the right kind of language and suddenly her inbox was flooded with messages from all sorts of men wanting all sorts of things. The hardest part was finding the right one, and some early disappo

"Hey, dickbrain, get your game face on." Poe rolled his eyes at me but checked himself in the mirror I'd spent my childhood looking into, just before Mom knocked and entered my old bedroom. The telltale noises of this old house were still programmed into my brain, even seven years since I'd left, so I knew exactly when someone came up the stairs and took a left turn towards where we were. "Here you guys are, I was wondering where you'd disappeared to." Mom and I had reached a stage in our relationship where we could be in the same room for a good while before either of us showed our claws. Mostly because I'd been willing to let things go and be the adult. Still, being in this old house, in this old neighborhood, surrounded by my old things, I was finding myself transported to a frame of mind I thought I'd left behind over a decade earlier. "Oh, we were just up here having sex." Poe goggled at me, but Mom had the expected reaction. Rol

The next weekend after the ladies' night show I moved Crystal into my house. With her no longer stripping, the biggest problem I had in our relationship suddenly evaporated. I was surprised at how long it took to get only a small U-Haul truck of stuff packed and moved, but then it might have taken less time if we hadn't been screwing half a dozen times, in the truck, in her bedroom, in my bedroom, on her sofa in the truck... You get the idea. We had decided to be as normal a couple as we could, and that included being exclusive. While I got my wish for her to no longer strip, her being the manager of the club had its own set of issues. She worked late nights both during the week and on weekends, not getting to bed until only a few hours before I had to get up for work. On weekends, I'd get up and do chores around the house and then around lunchtime come back to the bedroom where we'd spend the afternoon playing and screwing until we were both completely worn out. Desp

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Story about two friends and beautiful wife... Translated from Russian language. ----------------- This story happened to me and my wife 2 years ago, now it's even hard to believe that this could ever happen. My name is Andrey, now I am 32 years old, I work as a system administrator in a fairly large company. In my youth I went in for swimming, though not professionally, but at an amateur level, I regularly visit the gym, I keep myself in great shape. So, in spite of my age, I have a rather athletic physique. Now about my wife, her name is Victoria, she is 27 years old, she works as a senior manager in a travel agency. As a matter of fact, it was there that we met when I was planning to go on vacation with a group of friends. A guy-manager worked with us, but there was confusion about the exchange rate, and to resolve this issue, the senior manager, Victoria, intervened. I liked her immediately she looked very sexy in a business suit, which could not hide a rather slender physique