Can you compare your wife’s booty to mine? — How big is your wife’s booty? I have to ask the question because I’ll bet your wife’s booty ain’t comparable to that of my Anne. My Anne’s butt is 53cm wide; you can check the above photo if you think I’m lying. Her booty is so gigantic I can set…

I didn’t want to but couldn’t help myself. — He wanted me, and he knew I wanted him too. I told him I had come to talk business. That didn’t faze him—he knew I was lying. He was so confident about his demands the minute he invited me into his bedroom. “Let’s cut the crap and get one thing…

I love masturbating to the sight of my wife getting fucked — I am a stag: I enjoy watching my wife commit to having her fun and pleasure sexually with whomever she wants without me intruding on the action. Is it wrong that a husband takes pleasure when it comes to watching his wife frolic in the arms of her lover? Doesn’t…

See what loving you has done to me! — If you could see Everything there is to see Through my eyes, then you’d know This thing is so new to me This has never happened to me before I’m sure, This love that exists between you and me No, this has never happened to me before. Am I drunk? …

The sexy, wild things I’d love to do to your wife in bed. — What’s up, white boi. Your wife stopped by where I was sitting at the restaurant and stuck her tits in my face. It was obvious she wanted something, and figured I ought to take a good guess what it was. She was definitely begging for some attention. …

The cheating whore has wanted me since I moved in next door. — My neighbour next door has got a stacked wife By stacked, I mean she’s a BBW pawg, Pawg as in she’s got a big booty — a whooty booty, if you’ll pardon my lingo She’s been giving me sly winks and grins Ever since I moved into the ‘hood. What…

Letting her hubby know she’s about to get fucked. — Donald was in a meeting when his secretary came to whisper to him that he had an urgent call. Don excused himself and rushed to his office. …

A cuck husband submits to his employer/Mistress until her lover arrives. — There was a Publix supermarket five miles from Covent Gardens where I went to purchase the listed items. I strolled past each aisle like a drone, whistling as I pushed my cart ahead. My head was troubled with my argument with my wife, Sheryl, and was less mindful of anything…

How I enjoyed my own Women’s Day! — His cock felt great, and I transformed immediately from a loving housewife to a horny, demented slut. The alarm on my wristwatch woke me up at 05:20 a.m. My husband was still asleep, though I knew I had thirty minutes before he came awake. This was my routine this Wednesday…