My name is Julio. A normal guy in every sense physically, but very perverse and morbid when it comes to sex with my wife.My wife Mirian, beautiful, with a body blessed by genetics and polished in the gym, long dark brown hair, silky skin, hypersensitive breasts, and an ass to stop traffic.Besides loving each other deeply and being very happy, we have a terrible secret from those around us. As for me, in addition to dominating and subjugating her, I enjoy handing her over to others, both men and women.
Dona Cláudia was recently divorced, 39 years old, and there was nothing "Lady" about her. She was a true MILF, always working out at the gym, dieting every day. She was white, blonde, green-eyed, short, about five feet five inches tall, athletic, with silicone implants, and a flat stomach. All toned. Dona Cláudia is the embodiment of the female beauty standard. I always frequented Dona Cláudia's house, even spent time alone with her, but I never had any ulterior motives. Quite the opposite, I always had a lot of respect for her and my friend. I confess I've glanced at her out of the corner of my eye, especially since it's hard not to stare at any hot woman in gym pants, especially when she's working out at home.
Lust is a crazy thing, isn't it? My name is Alex, I'm 38 years old, Brazilian, born and raised, and I've always considered myself a normal guy. I married Carla eight years ago, a brunette with light eyes who gave me two children and whom I always swore was the most decent woman in the world. Until, in one of those late-night conversations, we started talking about the past. She'd had a bit too much wine, I was letting my guard down, and the conversation turned to past flings. At first, it was just that morbid curiosity, you know? Who was the first, where was it, that kind of thing. I felt a deep jealousy in my chest, a tightness in my chest, but I couldn't stop asking.
On my way back from the bathroom, I saw Megan at the jukebox so I stopped to see what tunes she was selecting.
The air conditioning was beating down on my legs and I couldn't forget for a second what it felt like to walk like that.I walked into a store, picked out two different skirts, asked for smaller sizes, and went to the fitting room. While I was trying on the second skirt—I was actually still wearing it—the curtain suddenly opened! The saleswoman came in with other styles and opened the curtain without asking anything first… when her eyes dropped and saw my bare skin, she froze. I wasn't imagining it: she saw I wasn't wearing underwear.
I will tell you about my experiences. I am a salesman and have to travel worldwide and frequently in India too.
About a month ago I received a letter from a college fraternity brother of mine. I hadn’t seen Stan since graduation three years before. Stan was trying to get a group of us together to meet for the first football game of the season.
Well, the year was 2023, when I went out with a group of friends, and I ended up meeting a girl called Larissa, Larissa was brunette, 1.60, black hair that reached a little below her shoulders, a toned body, average butt and small breasts.After that, we went to my house and had an after-party, we drank, and around 5:30 everyone left. About 3 days went by and I ran into her in the college hallway, so we talked for almost an hour, and then she invited me to a party she was having that weekend, and I accepted.