Slut Wife Stories

It's Diana," I corrected him, "just call me Diana." He got his boxes and bags moved into the basement, and then he came up to see the rest of the house. "Where's your husband?" Dion asked. "I wanted to thank him, also." "Oh, he's out of the house," I breezily replied. "He's a senior engineer for an oil company. He's always off setting up new sites, so he's away a lot, sometimes for weeks at a time. He won't be back for at least another week."

Mrs Jones is a respectable married lady in a small town where folk can always be relied upon to help a lad whose reaching puberty. Enjoy this very comic and perfectly formed tale folks.

Their eyes can only tell me one thing and that’s either they liked the color panties she was wearing or that she wasn’t wearing any at all. She walks back to the car, gets in and slowly drives away.

I was listening to the radio and heard that song from the Beach Boys. Somehow, I don't think my take is quite their take. The title says it. I thought I would give my rather perverted twist to this somewhat overdone genre.