Slut Wife Stories

Follow up story, also for a National Nude Day contest, so your vote counts! No Mail-ins! This is told from the POV of Meg, the love of Al's life, about her experiences on their 2nd NND together with his wife and her husband. It's a romantic, explicit, sexual awakening. She agrees to a nude pool party and parade and to watch others have sex. She will only have sex with Al, her college bf. Though she begins to give in, does she go all the way with his friends or the pool orgy?

This is the story of a teen girl who gets married too early, then winds up drugged, filmed and blackmailed by two Hispanic men while her new rich husband is out of town. Her being forced turns into her needing the humiliation of being nude in a topless bar and fucking random men and doing every nasty thing they want

Santa meets the head of the NY Russian Mafia.

Although Jade is now a respectable married lady, she finds herself 'reconnecting' with her older brother who shamelessly used her when she was a schoolgirl. But will she get what she needs from him today without becoming his slut again?...... - My Mother Jade who has been an author here, has given me this story to adapt as a starter. Thank you.

Recollections of me fucking our older landlord for rent when first married

A family is chosen to participate in a mysterious ritual.

A chance meeting at a remote farmhouse and a young soldier finds himself caught in a family weekend. The farmer's sister-in-law is willing and is the farmer's daughter.

Since I wrote 'Lost Wife' I've been thinking about the stories my wife told me all those years ago. Now I think there was more than a grain of truth in all of them. So I wrote the story about the three guys in the Supermarket car park, then the fine tit fucks she gave at her office Christmas do, and lastly the three guys on the back seat of someone's car

I'm now very happily married; I was brought up very strictly by my somewhat older parents, and my experience with sex was restricted to an occasional fumble with the boys from school. When I reached eighteen, my figure had finished filling out; my breasts, I thought, a little too big for my slight frame, but they were firm and didn't sag at all.