Brandi's Surprise

Twenty-twenty has been quite the whirlwind. Let me tell you all about it. My wife and I decided right after the previous Thanksgiving to do a trial separation. We were working out all of those arrangements and then BAM. March rolls around with a pandemic. It's been a fucking mess to say the least. We still separated and I got my own spot. A tiny one-bedroom apartment. The kids see me as often as they want. Ah, my bad. I'm Calvin Riggins. Forty years old. Peanut butter brown complexion. Two kids. Boy and a girl. Married for ten years. Waiting on divorce decree to be finalized now. Jennifer and I tried to make it work, but we grew apart. I'm a mechanical engineer for an automotive supplier. Look, I don't mean to bore you with my bio. I'm sharing all this for the lead up to the crux of my issue. It was September and the pandemic was in full effect. But the gym had reopened and I committed to myself to start working more regularly at forty. So I was holding fast to th

Blowin' for a promotion Part 3 Pay back. After planning for weeks about how we were going to get McCallister back, we put our pan into motion. On Tuesday afternoon, Lynn called me at work and said, why don't you invite McCallister over for dinner Saturday night, my mom will watch the kids and we can finally nip this in the bud. I went right to McAllister's office and told him 'Hey boss, my wife and I would love to have you over for dinner and a few drinks Saturday night. Think you can make it?" "You and your wife", he belted out. "Yah, I can make it." A big smile came across my face and I began to get as giddy as a schoolboy, because he had no idea what was coming. Here was our plan. On Saturday night Lynn was going to prepare her best dinner and dress overly slutty. When McCallister got there, we were going to serve him he finest brandy and a succulent meal, all while Lynn was going to play the vindictive, money hungry, bitter wife appreciati

Maybe not so much a story as a diary. I've fantasized about being with another guy for a most of my life. As a kid, when I was jerking off I would pretend to fellatte a shampoo bottle or sit on a wadded up piece of toilet paper for the anal stimulation. Later, after I was married, my wife and I played around with a little anal sex and her poking her finger up my butt. The first time she did it I almost passed out but before long I learned to love it, eventually moving up to a 6 inch dildo and occasionally using my own fingers after my wife's arthritis got too bad. Two kids and 20-plus years later my wife surprised me by saying she had found a vibrator she was considering buying because it said it was supposed to work for tightening your kegel muscles, in addition to being fun. It was interesting timing because a few months earlier I pulled out our long unused dildo and found that, as I had long suspected, I could make myself come using just it. She eventually decided against

Firstly there was "Little Piece," then "Another Little Piece," and now there's a "Different Piece." The third short piece from the "Hampstead Pieces." A Different Piece I heard the tale of a wood nymph called Little Piece from an Alcoholic I met in a pub called the Garden Gate, not far from Hampstead Heath, in North London. When he first told me of his erotic tales with a blue wood nymph, I took it as ramblings of a drunk. But six weeks ago I happened on a hand-written journal in a junk shop in Kilburn. North London. It was dated 1971, written by a man called Reginald Groat. Although the written hand wasn't the best of clarity, I read a paragraph about Hampstead Heath and a wood nymph called Little Piece and the Hampstead Pieces. I was so intrigued that I had the journal appraised by a chronologist. It turns out that the journal was original and could have been written in 1971. When I found the journal and read about Little Piece, I tho

Melanie looks up at Tyler. She is happily smiling as he is indeed ready for round two. Melanie's act of trying to clean herself by spreading saliva all over her mouth and chin has made Tyler's shaft grow. Melanie excitement grows her pussy, almost like it is throbbing with the need for his huge black cock to bury itself to extinguish the fire burning in Melanie's vagina. She goes to stand, but her legs give away, still a little weak from the recent mind-blowing climaxes. Tyler can see Melanie's predicament, leaning forward to take her hand and give it a soft kiss. "May I assist you, gorgeous?" He asks. "You may", Melanie replies with a beautiful smile still smeared with salvia. Tyler bends over and picks up Melanie bridal style. He is carrying her out of the kitchen. She giggles as she leans over to kiss Tyler on the neck. Melanie takes his left earlobe in her mouth, gently sucking and biting it. Tyler grits his teeth, not letting this distract him