Steamy Stories Podcast

The Doctor Is In, Me??.Female doctor gives patient more than a prostate exam. by Dj mac1031. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. I’ve been seeing the same female doctor for several years now, and while Dr. Pantaru is a beautiful, voluptuous woman in her 40s, there has never been anything between us besides a friendly but professional doctor / patient relationship. There was never a hint of anything sexual, not even when it came time for that annual prostate exam. I frankly found nothing about it the least bit arousing. Besides, she was married, I was with my girlfriend of several years, and I didn’t wanna be ‘that guy’, ya know? Then came the day I found myself suffering from the problem all middle aged men fear: erectile dysfunction. After trying a few home remedies from suggestions found online with no success, I decided it was time to swallow my pride and set up an appointment with Dr. Pantaru. After a young nurse escorted me to the examination room, asked me the usual questions and did the usual general tests, she excused herself and said the doctor would be in shortly. Dr. Pantaru didn’t keep me waiting long, and after exchanging pleasantries, she got right down to business. “So it says here you are dealing with some sexual dysfunction issues?” “Yes” I replied, trying my best not to feel embarrassed or ashamed about it. “OK well this tends to be very common among men your age, and is usually easily treatable. But I need to ask you a series of questions first. Some you may find personal or embarrassing, but please understand I need to ask these questions and your honest answers will help me decide how to treat you, ok? "Of course, doctor” I replied. “OK to reconfirm what I have here, how old are you?” “53” “Straight? Gay? Bisexual?” “Just straight.” I laughed. “Are you currently sexually active?” “Yes.” (Although not nearly as often as I’d like anymore, but of course I didn’t say that.) “How many sexual partners have you had in the past year?” “Just the one, my girlfriend. ” I replied. “Last time you were checked for STDs?” “About seven years ago, just after we started dating.” “And how often approximately would you say you have sex? Daily? Weekly? Be as specific as you can.” Her gaze was soft but professional, but i still felt myself flush. “Well…” I hesitated, then decided I needed full honesty if I wanted my problems solved. “Up until a few months ago, I’d say we averaged two or three times a week. But the past few months it’s dropped significantly. Maybe once or twice a month. If that.” To her credit her face gave no signs of surprise, but I could see her eyes widen a bit. “Can I ask what led to the sudden change?” She asked almost cautiously. “Well…” again I paused, then spit it out: “lately, she’s been struggling with a lot of personal things, including the recent death of her mother. And it seems to be affecting her sex drive. I’m trying my best to support her and be understanding, ya know?” I shrugged. “That must be very hard for her, and on you. When did you first notice your sexual issues?” “Honestly, it started before all that actually.” “Maybe you need to start from the beginning and describe to me exactly what’s going on and how often” she said. Ok, I thought, this is where it gets uncomfortable. But again best just tell her the truth. “I first noticed it about seven months ago. I wasn’t having issues getting har..an erection, but more so maintaining the erection during…you know…long enough to finish.” She looked at me quietly so I continued: “Sometimes I could get it back after a short break, but as time went on it either took longer to get aroused again or I just could never get it back.” “I see ” she said simply. “Have you also had issues ejaculating?” “Well..yes. Many times I’d feel close to cum..I mean, ejaculating, but that’s usually when I’d suddenly just lose my h…erection.” “Ok I see ” she said again. “Now another question, and I know this may be embarrassing but please be as honest as you can.

Woman Out of Control: Lusty.  Lusty housewife shows it off at the mall.  by christo. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.  Linda woke up with her husband and made him coffee while he showered. She put the cup on his dresser and went back to the kitchen to make him his breakfast. An omelet filled with ham, cheese, and onion, whole wheat toast, orange juice, and more coffee. When he came downstairs he ate and read the paper while Linda did the dishes. He finished his breakfast, checked his briefcase, and picked up the suitcase she packed for him the night before. “What time will you be back?” she asked. “Eleven o'clock, tomorrow,” he answered, and left without another word, or a kiss, or a goodbye. He was gone. “Thank Christ,” Linda whispered. She was free. For only 24 hours, but she was free. Free to finally give in to the desires that nagged at her every single day, desires she knew had to be slaked eventually. Today would be the day. She was so excited she ran upstairs to shower and dress. After she showered Linda tried to take her time getting ready, trying to give her brain a chance to overrule her pussy. She sat at her dressing table applying her makeup deliberately, slowly, but it was no use. When her husband told her he would be out of town for a meeting her desire, kept under wraps for so long, flared up like a storm inside her. For four years she had acceded to her dullard of a husband’s wishes, long enough that she hoped her urges were put away for good. Ha. Today was the first day he would be guaranteed to be gone for an entire day and she had everything planned, planned to itch the scratch that tormented her. She was, at 37, still a beautiful woman. She combed her thick, lustrous black hair until it shimmered in the light. Her husband preferred her to wear her hair pulled back in a chic, lacquered bun, but today she let it fall about her shoulders in a soft, sensuous curtain. She applied her makeup expertly to bring out her baby blue eyes and high cheekbones. She painted her nails the same dark red that she used on her lips, a color that her husband would think too lewd, but it made Linda feel sexy. She looked great, hot, alluring. When she was younger she could have had her pick of men. But she waited too long, waiting for the perfect match, and when she did marry it was for money, and the hope that something like love might develop. That dream was long dead. But new dreams developed, and today she would try to make a few come true. She stood in front of her fulllength mirror, admiring her nude body. The long legs that were her mother’s dearest gift to her, her stomach, relentlessly flattened by thousands of situps. She gently caressed her breasts, teasing her soft nipples with her fingertips until they hardened into tight brown points, and she cooed softly with delight. Her breasts had given her some grief in her life, never measuring up to the rest of her, too small, too soft and droopy. But look at them now. They were magnificent. After a year of pleading her husband had finally agreed to let her have the augmentation surgery. He hated the idea, but after seeing the results he stopped bitching. She had searched for months for the best plastic surgeon in the state, and the one she’d found had done wonderful work. Her 34B’s were now flawless 36C’s, big enough to instantly catch a man’s attention, yet not so freakishly huge that you instantly thought “silicone”. They didn’t stick straight out, they still looked ripe and heavy, their weight gave them just the right amount of jiggle when she walked. The surgery had been painful, but the thrill of seeing men stare with lust at her tits more than mitigated any pain she’d felt. She couldn’t wait to feel that delicious sense of power again. She was already wet between her legs. She shaved herself a few weeks before, leaving just a bikini stripe above her vulva. She was ready to go. It didn’t take her long to dress. Black thigh high stockings. A black

A Rainy Night Alone Strangers become lovers. by Cashfan47. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. It was rainy the night they met. Carla was working late at the Country Haven when he walked in. He sat at the far end of the bar, looking lost and alone. Carla approached him and asked, “What can I get for you?” Toby smiled a sad, lonely smile and replied, “I’d like a beer please.” Carla smiled back at him and said, “Draft or bottle?” “Draft please.” “Coming right up. I’m Carla. Do you live near here?” Toby smiled as he looked her over with interest and replied, “I live on Appleton Avenue. I’m Toby. Where do you live?” “Over on Keystone Avenue across from Washington Park. Are you from Indianapolis?” “Not originally. I moved here in 1981 when I was stationed at the fort. I was born and raised in Virginia. Are you from here?” Carla pours him his beer, looks him over with interest and says, “I’m originally from Connecticut. Are you married?” Toby smiles and says, “Yes, I’m married. Are you?” “Yes, ten years. Any children?” “Two grown sons. What time do you get off here? I’ve been married for thirty years now. My wife and I are living together as roommates more than partners or husband and wife.” Carla cleans up near where he is sitting, looks at her watch and says, “I’m done in thirty minutes. My husband is out of town hunting in Montana. I’m going to stay here for a while and watch the band.” Toby searches her violet eyes and says, “My wife is in Texas on business and visiting relatives. Would you mind if I joined you here for a while?” “I’d love to have your company, Toby. Sit tight and let me finish up.” Toby squeezes her hand and says, “I’ll be waiting.” Two hours later, Toby and Carla are standing in front of her apartment. Toby runs his fingers over her hand, looks into her violet eyes then lowers his head and kisses her. Carla responds by lifting her hands to his shoulders and deepening the kiss. Toby nibbles on her full lower lip and whispers, “I should go.” Carla tightens her hold on him and says, “Can you come in for a bit?” Toby lifts his head, searches her eyes and says, “If I come in, I’ll stay the night. Are you sure that’s what you want?” Carla responds by opening her door and leading him into her apartment. She shuts the door, leans back against it and says, “I won’t lie to you and say I love you. My husband has been gone for two weeks and I need someone to hold me tonight. I like you and I find you very attractive. If you want to leave now, I won’t stop you.” Toby cups her cheeks, lowers his head and says, “Lord, help me.” as he kisses her. He runs his tongue along her lips and whispers, “Suck on my tongue like it’s my dick.” Carla does what he asks then lifts her hand to his shirt and slowly unbuttons it. She nibbles on his lips and whispers, “Shall we move this into the bedroom?” Toby pulls his shirt out of his pants then he picks her up and carries her over to the sofa where he lays her down. He lays next to her, slips his hand under her shirt and cups her average sized tits. He starts nibbling on her neck and whispers, “Your tits feel so good. Can I see them?” Carla pulls her tee shirt off, looks into his ocean blue eyes and says, “Take your shirt off.” Toby strips his shirt off then he looks at her golden mounds. He draws his finger around her rose colored nipples then he lowers his head and sucks on one tit while squeezing the other one. He lifts his head and says, “May I say you have a fine pair of tits, ma'am?” Carla runs her hands over his fur covered chest and says, “Thank you. I love your chest. are your nipples as sensitive as mine?” “Suck on them and see what happens when you do.” Carla leans up and starts to lick and nip at his nipples which causes him to moan in pleasure. He holds her head against his nipples and says, “I’m not sure if I can handle your mouth on my dick.” Carla slips her hands between them, unbuckles his belt and unbuttons and unzips his jeans. She slides her hand in and wraps it ar

Knightly Devotions. A princess and her knight meet for a secret tryst. by Brie de Jour . Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.  Princess Jenevieve’s heart was pounded loud in her ears as she made her way along the darkening path. The autumn trees surrounding her seemed to glitter in the last rays of the swiftly setting sun . But soon the woods parted and she found herself in the open expanse of the tournament field. The arena that had so recently been teeming with spectators, minstrels and jesters was now fortunately deserted. Still Jenevieve took care to keep to the shadows. Skirts in hand, she crept along the stands, dodging refuse the rabble had left behind after the day’s entertainments. She glanced over at the nearby list where only a few hours ago armored knights had shown off their own particular brand of civilized bloodlust- charging their opponents head on, hooves pounding, lances raised, to the roar of cheering crowds. All was quiet now apart from the crisp rustling of banners billowing in the breeze. The sun had just slipped below the horizon as Jenevieve’s ultimate destination came into view, illuminated by the light of a single lantern. She quickened her pace. The smell of hay, leather and other less savory accoutrement of horses hit her nose long before she ever reached the entrance to the stables. It may not have been the loveliest of odors but she liked it because it reminded her of him. The reason she had risked all to venture out into the perilous night. Peering into the dark interior she scanned the shadows, seeing only the skittering silhouette of horses. A full moon hung low in the sky and splinters of its silvery beams streamed through the rafters. She had just taken a few steps into the structure when two strong arms seized her from behind. Jenevieve thrashed about instinctively. The cry of sheer panic that erupted from her chest was muffled by the large hand suddenly clamped over her mouth. She had been discovered! Her mind tried to formulate a plausible excuse for a princess to be at the stables at such an hour, but fear fogged her brain. Then as abruptly as she had been apprehended her captor released her. She spun on shaky legs to see who had caught her. The large figure was mostly hidden by darkness but she could make out the glint of a metal chest plate. A knight. She craned her neck further, past the armor. The face was shadowed but for the eyes. The irises were a bright green that glowed from within like sunlight through stain glass. She knew those eyes anywhere. “Eldrick!” She exclaimed. He stepped out of the shadow. Although with his tall stature, chiseled good looks and noble baring, he might as well have stepped out of the pages of a story book. A closely-cropped beard accentuating the masculine angles of his face. His head was crowned with an unruly mass of nearly-black hair that made a woman ache to sink her fingers through it. His eyes were two verdant pools of desire in which an unsuspecting lady might easily drown. Sir Eldrick was handsome, gallant, brave, and just a bit cocksure. Qualities to endanger any woman’s heart and Jenevieve’s was no exception. For though she be a princess she was still a woman. Without further ado, she rushed into his arms. In a scene as old as creation, the lovers shared a passionate embrace under the moonlight. Then she abruptly slapped him in the face- a scene nearly as old. “You practically scared me to death.” She seethed. Eldrick’s lips turned up in an easy smile that revealed a flash of dazzling, white teeth. “You needn’t worry about Death with me around. If he came near you I’d cut him down with my sword.” “Are you ever serious?” “I’m quite serious about getting out of this heavy armor.” “I see you let your squire go early.” As Jenevieve spoke she set to work on the bindings of his chest plate, taking the opportunity to admire the finely decorated surface. In the center of the shining metal was a rearing white steed on a field of red.

The Girl Next Door A young woman gives her virginity to her next door neighbor. by SkyBubble. Listen to the podcast at Steamy Stories.  I had always thought my neighbor Belinda was attractive, even after she got glasses. She was well proportioned, with long black hair, ample tits, a round ass, and nice legs. She looked good in a swimsuit. But even as a kid, she had been the prettiest girl in first grade. Belinda had been my neighbor since elementary school. Everyone called her Binny. We had played together and grown up together. As we both grew up, I had watched her mature into a beautiful adult woman. We had both been away at school, so we hadn’t seen as much of each other as before, but we stayed in touch. We were both home on break and Belinda was hanging out at my house every so often. One day I was home alone and listening to an old rock album in my bedroom. I looked up to see Binny cheerfully waving her greeting to me as she came in the room and sat down to enjoy the sentimental tune which had just started.  Periodically, I would glance at her. When she caught me, she would smile, blush, and look away. When the song ended I said; “Belinda, why do you look away from me?” I asked, pretending I didn’t know that this is often a signal. Belinda blushed. “Well, I..” “Am I making you uncomfortable?” “Maybe a bit.” “I’m sorry,” I said. “I just keep noticing how beautiful you are.” Belinda turned red. “Thank you,” she muttered softly. She seemed nonplussed by the compliment. She had always seemed a bit uncomfortable with compliments. “I mean it. You’re a very attractive woman.” Belinda smiled. “Thank you,” she said again. I sat next to her. Belinda shifted slightly. She looked down and twirled her hair. I looked Belinda directly in the eye. She smiled again and licked her lips. I moved closer to her. “Look at me, Belinda,” I said. She picked up her pretty head and stared at my lips. “Am I making you uncomfortable?” “Maybe a little bit,” she said. “I’m sorry. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable. It’s me, your old friend. We’ve been friends for around fifteen years. Since first grade. We grew up together. You can trust me.” Belinda slid a little closer to me, on the side of the bed. I put my arm behind her. She put her head on my arm. “I know,” Belinda said softly. “It’s just” “Just what?” “Most guys…want something.” “What?” “They want…” Her voice trailed off. She barely got the next words out. “…to sleep with me.” “I can understand that,” I said. She gave me a puzzled, slightly irritated look. “You’re a beautiful woman. Inside and out.” “You said that. Thank you.” Belinda smiled again. She was almost in tears. Her head was on my shoulder. “You’re my best friend,” Belinda said. “I know you won’t take advantage of me.” “Right,” I said. Belinda licked her lips. She twirled her hair. I reached around and gave her a hug. Suddenly, Belinda took her glasses off. “Would you mind if I kissed you?” said Belinda. “Why would I mind?” I asked. I had wanted to kiss her for a long time. I leaned over, took her face in my hands, and gave my old friend a good, strong kiss. She responded by sitting up and returning the kiss, Her eyes twinkled. “I like that,” Belinda said. “I like that a lot.” She moved closer until our bodies touched each other, and she gave me a long kiss. “Nice,” she said. I put my arm around her. Belinda snuggled up next to me, her hand on my leg. I kissed the back of her neck. It seems that startled her. She jumped and moaned. “What are you doing?” Belinda said in a surprised tone. “Belinda, look at me.” She looked me in the eye. “Do you trust me?” “Well…yeah…I think so. You’re my best friend.” “Yes,” I said. “We’ve been friends for a long time.” “I think since we were six,” Belinda said. “I admit I had kind of a crush on you even then,” I said. Belinda smiled. I gently moved my hand to Belinda’s boob. She shifted in toward me. “What are you doing?” she said, not in a stern or angry way. “You seem uncomfortable, Bin

Consoling Auntie: Virility Revealed. Auntie finds comfort and passion. Auntie Let Me Console You. part 2. by  Jism786 for Literotica. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Significant changes started occurring after my Aunt stopped wearing her black attire. Since the funeral, she had been wearing nothing but black, but she was back to her everyday wear after two weeks. The truth was that her black clothes just didn’t cut it when it came to working on the farm. However, with this change also came some unexpected challenges. I couldn’t help but stare at her after she started wearing her everyday work clothes.  Her work jeans hugged tightly around her legs and butt, and it was lovely to see her walk to and fro. Her behind was plump, and her jeans only highlighted its perfection. I had always known her breasts were relatively large but watching her walk around the farm and house really extenuated the bosom she possessed. She was truly well endowed in this respect. The years had taken some of the perkiness away, but in its place, a beautiful supple body now remained. One day, as I was working on a fence near the barn, I saw her washing some rags on an old fashioned washboard. The way her breasts moved freely as she plunged the rags up and down the board was hypnotizing. If she was wearing a bra, it wasn’t helping. Her shirt wasn’t skin tight but tight enough to see the roundness of their shape as they bounced up and down. I soon felt my cock pulsating in my jeans, and I couldn’t help but stand up as my cock rectified itself longways down my leg. I felt ashamed and embarrassed at my reaction, but what could I do. It had been weeks since I had any sort of release. I had no girlfriend back home, and I didn’t really feel like masturbating in the house of my dead Uncle. It also didn’t help that I was now sleeping in my cousin’s room. That night, however, I was unable to keep myself from stroking my cock. In the silence of the night, I pictured my Aunt on that washboard. Soon I was shooting cum into the air, and at once, I was plagued with guilt. A few weeks turned into two months of working on the farm. I had decided about my future; I love this life, and I’m going to stay here. I actually loved the farm life. A few days after making my decision, I worked like a machine, repairing fences, and didn’t’ stop until the sun went down. By the time I got back from the field, a heavy rainstorm had started to unleash its fury, and I was completely soaked. My Aunt had dinner waiting, and I wasted no time in changing and eating the hearty meal. After dinner, we went out on the porch to watch the rain coming down. It was really pouring, and I couldn’t help but smile as my Aunt cuddled next to me. She shuddered after every thunderclap, and I couldn’t help but feel more manly as she took comfort at my side. After a while, it became too windy, and we decided to head inside. We were sitting in the living room when she suddenly said, “Do you mind sleeping in my room tonight? I’m kind of a scaredy-cat when it comes to thunder.” “No, I don’t mind, Aunt Rose,” I replied, maybe a little too quickly. “It’s just, I never really liked lightning and thunder….” she trailed off. “Your uncle…your uncle used to tease me about that,” her voice wandered off as she remembered her dead husband. “It’s okay. I’ll help you feel safe…,” I said. I had planned to not act on my natural tendencies and behave as gentlemanly as possible. I had fought the battle in my head already, and I had won. I would only comfort her and nothing more. I held her all through the night as the lightning and thunder prevailed long into the night. Although I had decided to not cross the moral line, my body didn’t know any better. My cock throbbed against my Aunt’s back and remained so well into the night. Like a strong, dark guardian holding vigil, my cock rested against her sleeping body. I struggled to sleep as I considered the fact that my Uncle had slept on this same bed. Perhaps

Consoling Auntie: Virility Revealed.  Auntie Let Me Console You! part 1. A disillusioned lifestyle gets renewed with incestuous love. by Jism786. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.  As a twenty-year-old, after a year in college, I had become very disillusioned with my prospects. Not only was I failing my classes, but I felt like a little cog in a big machine, a machine designed to extract money from people like me. However, my parents had high expectations, and I didn’t want to disappoint them. After much consideration, I figured I would take a semester off to figure things out. As expected, my parents were not only disappointed but angry as well. “So, what the hell are you going to do?” my father asked. “ I don’t know yet,” I replied. As I retreated to my room, my father yelled, “Maybe you should join the marines, that way you can get your shit straight!” I wanted to cry something back, but I really didn’t have anything to say. It also didn’t help that my dad was an old, hard-ass marine. The next few weeks were hell. My parents were unrelenting and reminded me about my shortcomings daily. I had gotten a job at a local insurance agency, but I felt like my parents didn’t want me in their house anymore. I had always been an outdoors person, and the situation was becoming unbearable. I tried to stay out of the house as much as possible. Every day, there was an argument about how school was the only option and how I had to either go back or start thinking about moving out. All this bickering finally subsided the day my dad got a phone call from his sister. My Uncle James had passed away due to a heart attack, and we had to fly over to pay our final farewell to my Uncle James. It wasn’t a long flight considering it was from California to Idaho. It was nice to see my cousin and my Aunt after such a long time, three years to be exact. It was sad to see them in their misery, but I really loved them and was glad I could be there with them. My Uncle had been a very reserved man, and I had grown to like him over the years, but I never really knew him all that well. My Aunt, on the other hand, had always been very loving and motherly. She had the warmth that came from working with animals and was always very polite. My cousin Megan was twenty-three and attending school on the east coast. She had flown back as soon as she had heard about her father. She was older than me by four years, but she had always seemed much older to me. She had always been wise beyond her years and had always been a full-grown woman in my eyes. We arrived Friday night and were planning to leave Sunday night after the funeral. Pleasantries and condolences were exchanged, as expected, that first night. The older folk, including my parents, talked with my Aunt and other family members far into the night. I, on the other hand, decided to turn in early. I was given my Uncle’s old study, and I found it very hard to sleep. The man had passed away, yet there were traces of his existence all around me. Mercifully, I dozed to sleep. The next morning I awoke to my father’s hand gently shaking me. “John wake up.” It was hard to stay asleep with his big bear paw on my shoulder. “Listen,” he said as I turned to see him. “I know lately I’ve been riding you pretty hard and I’m sorry. I know you’ll figure it out and I just want you know that I’ve got your back no matter what you choose to do,” he finished with a smile. The talk last night must have really opened his eyes to how fleeting life really was. I was still half asleep, but I felt a significant weight lift off my shoulders, both literally and emotionally. “Now get up, we have some work to do,” he finished. Although I didn’t admit it to myself, I knew deep inside what work he had in mind. Every time we visited my Aunt, we ended up helping around the farm. Unlike back home, where the day started at 7 or 8 am, it started at 5 or 6 am here. I got my clothes and jacket and followed my dad as we headed out towar

The Girth Experience.  You Snooze, You Lose!  Mix long-time friends, a few drinks, and what do you get? by rawallace. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.  I couldn’t believe it. How did I get into this? It sounded daring, forbidden, exciting even at the time. I wasn’t inexperienced, so when Tyrell suggested we go into the bedroom and have sex together, I agreed. Though in retrospect, the large glass of wine I had consumed had played a part too–it had really loosened me up. My inhibitions disappeared–my urge to receive sinful pleasure seemingly heightened. That it would involve three of us didn’t seem to register as a problem. In fact it was the opposite–I had never done kinky before. After all, cock was cock wasn’t it? I enjoyed it–provided it wasn’t the hard-pounding crap as shown in porn. I trusted Cory and Tyrell as we had been friends for years and had gone skinny dipping together at night several times. Between boyfriends, I had made-out with both of them–at different times–never going any further than a little mutual groping. I’d never really gotten a good look at their packages in the dark while skinny-dipping–just hints of what I knew was there. But what I had felt in my hand a few hours ago told me something I hadn’t known. Now, the events of the evening slowly unfolded in my mind as I slipped into my own bed with a knowing smile. We sat watching a video, talking, and drinking as Tyrell had invited Cory and me over. He was pretty well along in his drinking considering the number of empty beer bottles sitting on the kitchen countertop when I arrived. Tyrell sat looking at me, a goofy smile on his face, “When’s the last time you got laid girl?” “I’m not telling you that,” I said laughing. Though it got me to thinking it had been a while and the last masturbation session with my pillow hadn’t accomplished as much as I had hoped it would. In terms of lasting satisfaction it had hardly taken the edge off my craving. Cory looked at me with a shrug, apparently wondering where this was going as he sipped his Coke. I patted his leg and gave it a few rubs to show him I understood. “You’ve got protection with the pill–why don’t we get it on?” Tyrell offered with a slur in his voice. I didn’t say ‘yes’ immediately. But, it got me thinking about it and well…it got me thinking harder about it. Then the damn tingle started right where I couldn’t easily ignore it–telling me it was a great idea. By that time Tyrell had taken the initiative and started rubbing my leg–it had an immediate effect as his fingers caressed the bared skin at my knee the crept up under my skirt. A slow burning fuse was lit and a minute later I gave him my reply. “Okay, we can do it, just one of you at a time, no three-some shit,” I said with authority. The wine had made me overly confident and receptive. I remembered Cory looking at me as if I were some kind of alien creature as I squirmed on the sofa cushion. Though when I reached over to rub his leg he didn’t move away in revulsion. In fact, the smile that came to his face after a few seconds suggested something else. Tyrell stood up, a little unsteady, and headed for the bedroom. I followed, with Cory trailing behind me. Tyrell went to the loveseat and sat down–bending over to untie his running shoes. Then he sat back up–“Whoa! What ah! head rushh,” he slurred as he lay his head onto the high cushioned back of the loveseat and closed his eyes. Cory looked at me, “Tahesha, do you really want to do this?” “Sure, if you’ll do me first. I don’t think Tyrell will last long enough. Not with as much as he’s had to drink. I need a good fuck.” “Do you have some lube?” “Yes, why? I’ve never had a reason to use any.” “Maybe you should wait to make up your mind if you really want us to do this,” he suggested cautiously. “What? Don’t you want me? I thought white guys always wanted to screw any girl,” as we stepped closer to the bed. “You’re one fine looking woman. Of course, I’ve thought about

Blow Out The Candles ! A husband’s wild birthday wish comes true. by  dloveSF. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy stories. Turning sixty-two did not seem special to Jack. In fact, it was mildly depressing. He figured Estelle, his wife of ten years, would take him out to a nice dinner, followed by some of their now familiar sexual repertoire. But the thought of making love to his dear wife did distract from the angst of getting another year older. He adored her. When he woke the morning of his birthday, Estelle – sleeping naked next to him – wrapped her arms around him and kissed him deeply. “Happy birthday, my darling!” she whispered. Her smile was radiant, even at seven in the morning. He was surprised when she said their friend Rebecca had invited them over for dinner. His birthday prediction had been off. Rebecca was an old friend of Estelle’s, single and a couple of year older than them. She was an unapologetic free-spirted former hippie. At nearly sixty-five, she was gorgeous: long-legged and fit, with long hair and a wonderful smile. She had the spirit of a twenty-five year old and the lovely body of a forty year old. She also had a great sense of humor and never shied from sexual topics. Once at dinner at Estelle and Jack’s place Rebecca saw a high school picture of Jack and said, “I so would have schtooped you then!” Jack spared Estelle from hearing he would have taken Rebecca up on that in a heartbeat. He had been shy when he was young, with little early sexual experience – other than by his own hand and imagination. Another time Rebecca asked everyone at the dinner table how many people they had slept with in their lives. She started, proudly claiming several score of schtooping partners. The woman to her right unhesitatingly said, “about 50. Free love, baby!” Stuck in the high single digits (after marrying very young and staying married and faithful for nearly thirty years), Jack blushed and passed on answering the question. Estelle also refused to answer, keeping her substantial past sexual history with men – many while she had been married to her ex-husband – a continuing secret from Jack. Jack loved it when Rebecca invited them over for dinner. She was fine company, a good cook, and loved spending time with them in her hot tub. As soon as they finished dinner, Rebecca would go undress in her room with the door open, wrap herself loosely in a robe, then walk back into the living room, where Jack and Estelle would be peeling off their clothes. Both voyeur and exhibitionist by nature, Jack’s heart raced as he always took his time being naked in front of these beautiful women. Estelle too was completely comfortable being naked around Rebecca. Jack never wanted to hurt Estelle’s feelings by expressing too much exuberance about hot tub nights, out of love for her – and for not wanting her to turn down Rebecca’s invitations. Rebecca had soft lighting around her hot tub, but it was usually rather dark. Jack left his glasses on in the tub to get the clearest look at Rebecca and Estelle in the dim light, always fighting his nemesis, the steam. At first he wondered if it seemed suspicious he wore his glasses; but he noticed Estelle and Rebecca kept theirs on too. Perhaps everyone enjoyed the show, not just him. They were all remarkably fit for their age. The three of them would sit together in the tub laughing and talking about life. The water did not quite reach the women’s luscious breasts, the cool evening air making their nipples stand erect. Neither Estelle nor Rebecca made any effort to cover themselves. Jack was in heaven as he looked from one woman to the other but tried not to make his voyeurism too obvious. He would lightly massage Estelle’s soft thigh under the water, hoping he would not get an embarrassing erection that might end hot tub night forever. When they eventually finished, Jack – ever the gentleman – always let the ladies go first, which let him admire their glistening bodies as they climbed ou

Edward & Ella: The Reunion.  Edward & Ella reunite after 20 years apart. by EllaMayAuthor. Listen to the Podcast. Author’s note: This is the first works in what is planned as an ongoing series. It lays down the history of the characters, establishing their story. While this story is quite “tame” in the scheme of things, their upcoming stories will delve into full BDSM, voyeurism, anal, threesomes and consensual non-consent. I hope you enjoy reading this founding tale, and I look forward to sharing more of Edward and Ella soon. After almost eight months, it was finally happening. He was meeting up with her. He felt a little sick from the combination of nerves and excitement. Edward and Ella had a history, albeit a short one until she’d recently landed back in his life. Their reunion was unexpected, as were the conversations leading to this moment. He had teased the idea of spending a night together, but Ella had been the one to make the call that it was time and book the room. She was already checked in and was waiting for his arrival. He texted her that he was about twenty minutes away and as he walked from the parking garage to the hotel, he reflected on their reconnection. Edward had initially ignored his phone when he heard the ding of another notification all those months ago. He hadn’t felt like pausing his workout to check who it was. He’d recently posted about his latest promotion at work and had been receiving quite a few congratulatory messages. After pushing out the last few sets of his session he’d headed straight for the shower. A little while later, his phone dinged again and this time Edward checked. A familiar face popped up and he was momentarily frozen as memories flooded him. Ella. They’d dated fleetingly almost 20 years ago. He’d wanted more but she had met someone else and he hadn’t seen her since. He hadn’t even realised they were connected on the professionals profile app, but here she was wishing him congratulations on his new role. He unlocked his phone and opened the app to look at her profile. Her photo made him smile. She looked a little older, as no doubt did he. Her brown hair showed streaks of grey, but her skin was still tanned and smooth, aside from some delicate smile lines around her eyes. Those eyes were something he’d never forget. Big and brown, Ella’s eyes would knock any man off his game with their intense depth. Edward hesitated only briefly before he sent her a message. It was short, just saying hello and asking how she was, what was she up to for work these days and how great it was to see her. He put his phone down and got onto preparing dinner for his family. When he next picked it up, there was her face again. She had replied to his message, answering his questions, asking some of her own. And that’s how it had started. After a few days, they exchanged phone numbers and moved their conversations to a messaging app, purely because she had a meme she wanted to send and the professionals app didn’t allow for photo sharing. They continued to message, catching up on each other’s lives and getting to know each other again. Between their family and work responsibilities they didn’t speak every day. But every time he saw her face pop up on his notifications bar he smiled. She still made his heart skip a beat. It was all innocent then, and for a couple of months it was just routine chatting. Until one day he made a sexual joke without thinking. He hesitated with his finger over the un-send button and then saw the message turn to ‘read’ and those three little dots appeared to indicate she was typing. Her response was unexpected, returning the innuendo followed by the laughing emoji. It broke some unspoken tension between them, and after that the conversations were not always so innocent. Things escalated from there, slowly at first but after a few short weeks Edward and Ella were exchanging sexual messages regularly. They confessed some desires, with hesitation initially as