Slut Wife Stories

A family is chosen to participate in a mysterious ritual.

A couple goes hiking for a week, and nature brings out the best in them - and their fellow hikers.

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.

We were both nice and mellow now, after a hot bath and a few drinks we had decanted to the sofa for some slow sex. It didn't stay that way for long for my wife had decided to spice things up by relaying one of her past sexy secrets.

Martina's on her tour bus, two hours after finishing a nighttime concert and she's only six months away from giving birth to her second child. Her breasts are full, even hurting, and she's so horny from the concert that she needs help from a horny man.

"What do you want?" he whimpered.
"Shut it," I pushed him stumbling into his living room.
"Don't hurt him," his good wife screamed and she when she came to his aid.
We had chosen this house with care for it far away off the main track to be isolated. The young couple who lived there weren't rich but they wasn't poor either. We had just walked up to the front door and knocked.

This is the story of how I ended up fucking my Dads new Filipina wife.