My girlfriend’s sister is really close to my girlfriend, she is constantly at our place. However, despite that, me and her had never really bonded, not because we didn’t like one another but because time has passed and the moments for small talk had just vanished.
I love my husband, in fact, I love him so much I would allow him to fuck other women, what good wife would ever do that?
I step out into the hallway and see a suitcase sitting out by the door down the hall. A man is standing there, swearing at the door. I push my sunglasses down my nose and gaze over the rims. Damn! That guy is HOT! In ripped, faded jeans that snug him up just right and a T-shirt clinging to his chest, I can’t help but stare. The man sees me and smiles tightly. He turns back to the door, chagrined. I swallow, trying to decide if I should help. I try not to stare at the man.
You may remember my first submission from a while back, I submitted the sexy boudoir pictures my talented photographer friend took of me for my husband’s birthday.
We wanted to share some more intimate pictures with you all and after what my wife did for me for my birthday, I just had to share. She continues to blow my mind every single day and my last birthday was no exception, she showed me things that made me literally almost pass out from such a rush of pleasure.
Having a threesome with your husband and your lover is not something many couples could say happens to them, but it does happen to me and it is fantastic.
We are a kinky couple, we don’t follow the usual norms of relationships as you can probably tell by the title of our submission.
I cursed myself for the third time in an hour for agreeing to this horrible idea. Being set up for a blind date was already bad enough, but allowing my neighbor to be the one choosing the girl was even worse!
I love playing dress-up, it makes me feel so sexy and I wanted to do something special for my boyfriend this weekend and so I bought a slutty schoolgirl outfit and styled it just how I like.
I never understood the way people dream about their past lovers. In my mind it went like this – you meet them, you fuck them and once it’s over you forget and hope for something better. I didn’t understand what other people were talking about until I met Seth.
