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Unplanned Reconciliation - the Bigamy Bargain Never say never. - part 2 of 2. - listen to the podcast at Steamy Stories. MEETING WITH VERA “Vera, can I come over and talk?” “Is it about the settlement, Bob? I thought that had all been agreed upon and we were just waiting for the year to pass. Of course, if you have changed your mind about the divorce all together… ” “Something new has come up. I’d like to talk to you and Alicia at the same time. It would involve her cooperation too.” “I’ll ask her”, Vera said. “When do you want to come?” “As soon as possible.” “Oh dear, I need time to straighten up and get something decent on.” “Vera, I’m not coming to make an inspection. Please, just let me come over an explain.” “Of course, come whenever you want. This is still your house even though you don’t live here.” “Thanks.” Vera, Alicia and Bob sat at the kitchen table they had had many a family discussion at over the years. Vera had made a pot of coffee and all three had a cup. Bob started the conversation. “Vera, Alicia, I am going to ask a huge favor of you both. The first part would require us to delay the divorce and me moving back here.” Vera’s eyes were filled with tears of joy. “Dad, you’ve decided to forgive Mom! I am so happy!” “Not exactly. I’m willing to reconsider the divorce if you two are willing to consider the proposal I’m about to make.” “What is it?” Vera questions. “ I’d do almost anything to go back to where we were before…” “As attractive an idea it might be to you, it’s just not possible, Vera. I know that this may sound bizarre, but what I’m asking is that we open our house to Tracy and Shannon.” Vera queried, “What? I don’t understand.” Alicia nodded in agreement. “Austin left Tracy with huge debts and almost no assets. She will have to declare bankruptcy. Although she would not have to sell her house according to the bankruptcy law, I am not recommending she keep it in order to get back financial stability. Her job will not provide her enough income initially to deal with the mess Austin left her. She cannot even get a credit card for years. What I am asking that we merge the two families into this house and share expenses and income at least for a couple or three years.” Alicia spoke, “Shannon told me a little about their financial situation. Can’t you help them stay in their home, Dad?” “I could but it would take too many more years and a lot more sacrifice on all our parts to make that work. The idea of them moving in with us gives them the best chance to get on their feet as soon as possible” “Shannon can move into my room with me. I would love that. We both could get part-time jobs to help out.” Vera offered, “Of course, I want to help Tracy and her family. I have felt so guilty for betraying our friendship. I’m just not sure how the two families could live as one. For instance, "Where would we put everyone? Would Harvey sleep with his mother in the bedroom where your home office is now?” “Actually, Harvey will be moving in with the Johnsons. Harvey and their son Leonard are best friends. The Johnsons have already invited Harvey to stay with them. They said that they have been grateful that Harvey has been helping Leonard in school because of Leonard’s learning disability. They’re going to replace Leonard’s queen-size bed with two twin beds. Harvey will come over here for some meals and family time.” “So, Tracy will sleep in the third bedroom you’ve been using as your office?” “Actually, Tracy will be sleeping in our master bedroom.” “You’re putting us in the smaller bedroom? I think that’s going overboard on the hospitality.” “No. Vera, you’re going into the third bedroom.” “But that would mean that you and Tracy… Oh shit!” “Yes, Tracy and I have grown close this last month. Tracy suggested this as a way to get revenge of your betrayal of her and me. I agreed with her. We have decided that we want to have as much time together as you and Austin had.” “But neither of you were in the same house when Aus

The Meeting -  He’s heard too many sales pitches, So why is hers different? listen to the podcast at Steamy Stories Here we go again. As if I wasn’t busy enough, now I must waste time taking yet another vendor meeting. Vendors are always trying to see me the next big thing. They always seem to have “the better product, service and prices.” But I’m old school and a loyalist. If I’m getting a fair price and great service, I don’t look to move elsewhere. Normally I don’t take these meetings. I would rather they just send me samples and prices and I can decide from there. However, a buddy of mine called up and told me I had to take this meeting. That this was a vendor he had met and that he instantly knew we should meet. Ginny agreed to meet me on Saturday morning. I like working on the weekends. There is no one in the office. It is quiet and I get a lot done. It is really about the only time I can take meetings. As I entered the lobby, Ginny was there ready to go. You could tell she was a little eager and excited. Steve had told me she was new at this and that my contract would make her year. I must admit, Ginny took my breath away. I certainly wasn’t prepared for her. Ginny had a classical beauty: fresh faced; amazing body; a sweet demur quality. The type of woman men would paint on the sides of planes and go to war for. I shook her hand and introduced myself and felt an instance electricity between us. We made our way back to my office and settled in for the sales pitch. I couldn’t get over how incredibly sexy Ginny was. She was dressed professionally with a white button up shirt and pencil skirt. Her stockings and heels rounded out the outfit. I’ve always had a thing for a woman in stockings. Stockings are so erotic and feel amazing on a woman’s legs. I couldn’t help but stare. I had to fight my mind from staring. I was mesmerized by her but didn’t want her to know. Ginny presented her products, terms and all the guarantees that went with it. She laid out a pretty good proposal, but it just wasn’t good enough to get me to move my business. As she finished, I stood up and moved to the front of my desk and sat on the edge. At this angle I could now see her cleavage and I caught the smell of her perfume. Admittedly, I was a little bewitched. I explained that while I appreciated the presentation, it simply wasn’t good enough. What happened next caught me off guard. Ginny reached up and put her hand on my thigh. “I really want your business. I’d do anything to get this contract. Are you sure there isn’t anything I can do to change your mind? Anything at all?” she said, as her hand rubbed up and down my thigh. With one hand on the back of her neck and one on her cheek, I kissed her. A hard, primal kiss that sent a very clear message. Pulling lightly on her neck, Ginny stood up and started unbuttoning my shirt. Soon her hands were running along my chest while we continued kissing. My hands moved along her body, feeling her for the first time. Ginny pushed me away and I thought I’d taken things too far. As I sat back in my chair, Ginny looked at me with this devilish smile dropped to her knees in front of me. Her hands travelled my thighs and opened my pants. Locked eye-to-eye, Ginny began stroking my cock. Long, slow, and very deliberately she rubbed me. The look on her face was of pure desire and lust. She wanted me and I wanted her. Ginny moved forward with the tip of her tongue and teased my cock. It was driving me crazy. The anticipation was killing me. I closed my eyes, head back, and relished in the incredible sensations she was giving me. Then, without warning, Ginny took the entire length in her mouth and down her throat. He warm mouth glided up and down my shaft. Her continued sucking, along with the occasional stroke of her hand, had me on the verge of cumming. I wasn’t ready for this to end though. I stopped Ginny and we stood up. I unbuttoned her shirt and let it fall to the ground. “Slowly, take off your skirt

THE INN CLUB CH. 01: ALISON Alex stumbles upon a most interesting club. by PtmcPilot. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. My name is Easton. No, I don’t know what my parents had in mind when they named me and I never bothered to ask them. But my name isn’t really part of this story. Well, not that name anyway. What is part of the story, the very first part, ostensibly the most important part, is the fact I travel quite a bit for my job. And to make the most of that I fly with the same airline and stay at hotels that are part of the same chain; in this case Inns by Chelsea. But that’s not interesting. What is interesting was a chance discovery I made one night and the world it opened to me. My flight out of Phoenix was delayed by several hours. Of course this meant I got to my destination for that evening much later than planned. I ate dinner on the drive from the airport to the hotel, and after checking in I headed down to the lounge to have a drink and unwind before going to bed. The bar was set to close at eleven, so my arrival at five ‘til was fortunate. Happy to have my gin and tonic, I turned from the bar and took a seat in a comfortable chair at a low round table opposite another chair. I absently watched a ball game on one of the large monitors as the bartender cleared the bar and turned down the lights. At ten minutes after eleven a woman sat down in the chair across the table from me. Surprised, I looked around and noticed two other women had entered the area and were seating themselves. One, like my new table mate, had joined another person. But the other was seated alone in a booth. All of this took seconds and I returned my attention to the woman nearest me. She was attractive, dressed nicely but not expensively, and her blouse was unbuttoned more than halfway to her waist. The blouse was white, and though not really sheer it was immediately obvious to me she was not wearing a bra. “Good evening,” I said, “but it seems you’ve arrived a bit late for the bar.” She smiled back at me. “Oh, that’s ok, I didn’t come down here looking for a drink anyway.” She leaned in, and as she did her breasts swung toward me, threatening to escape their loose confinement. I was intrigued but had no idea where she was going with this. Instantly part of my brain ran a scenario where she was in my room and that blouse was no longer in the way. I shook it off. “Well, if you’re not here for a drink, is there anything I can do for you?” I looked around and gestured toward the other late arrivals. “Or for your friends?” Her expression was quizzical and she sat slightly back, “I’m not with them.” One eyebrow rose as she considered me, “You aren’t part of the club, are you?” I of course had no idea what she was talking about, but I didn’t let that bother me. I smiled at her, “Are there dues or an entry form I need to fill out?” She turned in her place and tilted her head slightly. It was a good thirty seconds before her smile returned, and perhaps with a hint of mischief. She seemed to reach a decision then, leaning forward once more and motioning me to do the same. “No, there isn’t anything like that. It isn’t that kind of club,” she said quietly. I finished my drink and sat it back on the table, waiting for her to make the next move as I felt certain there was a next move. Turning over her phone she withdrew a business card from a holder on the back and placed it on the table before she leaned back and slowly wetted her lips with her tongue. Retrieving the card, I read the front: Alison Player, The Inn Club Also listed was a phone number. Turning the card over I stole a glance at its owner. She crossed her legs and nodded. If the front of the card was cryptic, the back of the card was both specific -and- cryptic. It read: Solo, het, Oral, DF My mouth was quite suddenly dry. I understood the list, or at least close enough I figured, but I had no idea what to do with this information. Looking up she waggled her phone at me. “Since I assu

Taking My Husband Back.  Stay at home wife catches cheating husband in the act. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. by  JDoe_anon. It is 1 am and my fucking husband is not home from work! This is the third night in the last two weeks. I don’t know what to think anymore, I have a gut feeling he’s cheating on me. Since I gave birth to our child, I’ve gained a little weight in my ass and thighs that lead to my self-confidence going down the drain. I see his car pull up in the driveway; I quickly get into bed and pretend I’m asleep like nothing was wrong. I can hear his footsteps walking in the front door, it is making my anxiety kick up the roof to wait for him. He walks in the room, and I pretend he startles me. I said; “Hey sweetie, why so late from work? what time is it?” Matt replied “Oh, I didn’t mean to wake you up. Go back to sleep, it has been a long day from work. I am just gonna take a shower before I go to bed” “It is past 1 am,” I said. “ it does not make any sense to get here this late. Are you sure it is a work thing?” Matt barked;  “Don’t start with your shit! I am too fucking exhausted to answer your stupid questions. Go back to sleep!” He’s never spoken to me like that before, I was in shock and didn’t know what to say so I stopped the conversation there. The next morning, I woke up and he was not there, his car was not in the driveway either. It is only 6 am and he usually leaves by 7:30, I didn’t think my question from last night would make him go this far? I called his office, as soon as he picked up, I tried to be cheerful and loving.  His response was “what? I’m busy, I don’t have time for this. I’ll be home on time, relax! Don’t call my office like this”.  He immediately hung up before I was able to say anything. Since he said he was going to be home on time, I decided to make him a nice dinner and wear something he would notice me in. Hopefully that would get him in a better mood. Dinner was done, I went into my closet to pick something out. Not a lot of my clothes fit me anymore, so I was very limited. I took off my baggy sweats and t-shirt that I always wear and put on a nice long blue dress. Though I still wore my sports bra, that’s all I have. It is past 8 pm and he’s still not home, Dinner is already cold. I decided to eat since who knows what time he will be here. I cleaned up the kitchen and put the baby to sleep in his crib. Then I see the lights of Matts car on the window. I rushed to the front door upset. I was getting tired of this, coming home this late has got to stop! He opens the front door with an annoyed look on his face when he looks at me. Matt barked; “I am going to take a shower then go to bed, I know I said I’ll be home on time, but shit happens”. I replied; “That’s all you have to say? When you told me you were going to be home on time, I made a nice dinner and wore something nice, all for you! Please stop acting like an asshole and tell me the truth, are you cheating on me?”  "An asshole?” Matt said. “ Are you fucking kidding me? No one asked you to do all this shit! But finally, you wear something decent then just sweats! And don’t fucking accuse me on cheating on you. I am working all day so you don’t have to work, but can you blame if I did. We haven’t had sex in 2 months, not even a fucking blowjob! So, I am going to take a shower and go to bed, and I don’t want to have this conversation again!“ By the time he was done talking I was sobbing, I couldn’t say anymore or even look at him. I went straight to bed and as soon as he did, I tried backing my ass to him so we can have a quick fuck but that didn’t work, "Stop, I have an early morning” Matt said as her turned his back on me. I woke up at midnight, and Matt was sound asleep. I grabbed his phone and unlocked it by using his finger. I quickly looked through before he unexpectedly wakes up. There were constant text messages from a girl named Amy. The only Amy I knew was his secretary

SUMMER IN MAINE - Chrissie. His first time. by Member389.  I was finally glad to be out of school. My buddy Jeff got out last year. He went off and joined the military and left our little town. I figured I’d work the summer here and see what was what after the tourists left. It was still early yet, they hadn’t started arriving yet, clogging the roads with their luxury cars, acting as if they owned the place. Truth be told, they did. If it weren’t for them, the rest of us wouldn’t have a living. Fishing wasn’t cutting it anymore, and the old quarries down coast were barely running now. Luckily we had the tourists. I walked down into the village near the docks, and popped into the little corner store. “Hey Peter.” I heard as I walked in. Paula nodded at me and smiled. She and her husband ran this little place, and did well by the locals and tourists alike. I waved and smiled at her as I headed to the back and grabbed a soda from the cooler. “You headed over to see Davy about work?” She asked. “Yea, I figure I gotta do something before mom tosses me out of the house.” I chuckled. “Would you do me a favor? Chip is out on a delivery and we’re short-handed. Is there any chance you could make a delivery for me, it’s on your way. The lady has an account so you don’t need to collect any money. It’s just, I heard she twisted her ankle on the beach and I told her that if she needed anything to call us and I’d get it over to her.” “Sure, where is it going?” I said. She handed me two canvas sacks from the cooler, and gave me the address. It was just a couple blocks over from where I was headed. Paula refused to let me pay for my soda before leaving. I walked the few blocks turning up onto the driveway that led to a house facing the water. I walked around the house looking for the kitchen door. As I turned the corner I saw a woman lying on a towel on the lawn. She lay there basking in the morning sun completely naked. A small pile of fabric beside her looked like a swimsuit she may have been wearing. I stopped and looked around, the spot was well sheltered on the curve in the road. Her long blonde hair trailed out above her on her towel, her arms down at her sides, her deep pink nipples pointing up to the sun. Her stomach was flat and a little glint of something shiny hinted at a belly button ring. From this distance I couldn’t be sure. A small strip of hair dipped down between her thighs. Her legs were long toned and pale, but getting red. She had just started tanning by the color she’d turned already. She was going to look like a freshly boiled lobster in a very short time. I realized she hadn’t heard or seen me, so I turned and cleared my throat loudly. I looked over my shoulder, and she hadn’t moved. I decided I’d just put the groceries in the house for her. I set the bags on the kitchen table and peeked to make sure nothing needed to be put in the icebox. Thankfully I did or the cold stuff would have spoiled. I put them away and left the rest. I walked towards the back door again and looked out the screen at her. She was beautiful, like she’d just stepped out of a magazine centerfold. She still hadn’t moved, and it wouldn’t be long before she burned badly. So I took it upon myself to rescue her, that’s just the kind of guy I am. I opened the back door and pushed it open as far as possible and let it swing shut. The loud rap of the wood on the frame did the trick. She jumped, then the realization that somebody was near and she was naked came on her and she rolled onto the grass pulling the towel over her covering up. I saw why she hadn’t heard me as an earbud fell out onto the grass. She peeked over the top of her big sunglasses, and in an accent I hadn’t heard around here, she asked. “Can I help you?” The scolding tone of her voice saying that she didn’t appreciate being peeked at while she was sunbathing. I scrunched up my face. “Where are you from?” I asked, curious about her accent. “Right here buster, I’m renting this pl

When Dreams Collide.  The  April and Derrick series. by Deana Bard. It’s early evening when April is getting ready to go out for a few hours. Freshly showered and sweet-smelling, she puts on tight pair of jeans that enhance her firm thighs. The center seam separates and molds her two round ass cheeks but also tends to accentuate the lips of her pouting pussy. For a top, she chooses a light-colored silk blouse, sans a bra as usual, with the top three buttons undone to show some cleavage and sheer enough to just make out the darkness of her nipples. To her husband, Derrick, all of this preparation just for a night out with ‘the girls’ at one of the local nightclubs seems a bit over the top. But he keeps those thoughts to himself. As she’s about to open the door to leave, she looks over her shoulder with a twinkle in her eye and says, “Be showered by the time I get home.” Enamored by her beauty, Derrick steps over to her to give her a goodbye kiss. While doing so, his hand cups one of her breasts. She returns his gesture by putting her arms around him pulling him close. She opens her mouth, sticking her long wet tongue past his parting lips and deep into his hot mouth. The silk covering her soft but firm breast can not hide the erect state of her nipples. She lets out a soft moan when he gives the little brown pebble a pinch. Suddenly she breaks the kiss, takes her arms from around him, and gives her husband a punishing look. Stunned, he asks, “What’s the matter, Babe?” “You’re always too tired any other time,” she snaps. “So why do you wait until I have people waiting for me? I’m about to be late?” “Hey, my head wants it often,” he says defensively. “I can’t help it if my libido and this head…, "pointing to his crotch, "can’t keep up with you.” She comes close to him again, grabs the slight bulge forming in the front of his pants, and says, “Well, just make sure that you’re clean and ready by the time I get home. Maybe then…” “I think I can manage that,” he says, enjoying this game they sometimes play. “If you only THINK you can manage that then,” she says in mock seriousness, “I might THINK about not coming home until morning.” He’s heard that before. It’s all part of their game. April smiles a wicked smile and says, “Don’t forget, there are all these men who buy us drinks all night. Each hoping that they’ll get lucky with us. Maybe I’ll just have to let one of them serve my needs.” “My mistake, Madame,” he responds in playful homage. “I promise to be ready to service your every need upon your return, whenever that might be.” “That’s more like it.” She says with a gleam in her eye while giving his balls a good squeeze. With a quick peck on the cheek, she turns and goes out the door. Through the front window, he watches as she saunters down the walk to her car. As she is about to get in, she turns towards the house. Looking right at him, she pulls at the opening of her loosely buttoned blouse and flashes a lovely tit at him, then gets in the car and drives away. He sits down to watch the evening news, but he can’t keep his mind on what he’s watching. His thoughts keep drifting to what April might have in mind when she gets home. Aside from normal, run-of-the-mill sex, from time to time, they had played other games. It could be based on a theme, such as 'The Seductive College Nympho.’ 'The Barber’ (where one of them gets a pubic trim or even a shave). 'Hot Fudge Sundae’ (while helplessly bound and laying naked on a plastic sheet, ice-cold ice cream is scooped onto very select and sensitive spots of the body. This is followed by drizzling hot fudge on his or her naked body. That is only half the fun because the other gets to take their time licking it all up.) They had even dabbled a little bit in 'Water Sports’ (they had peed on each other in the shower several times. And when out camping one time, after drinking way too much, they held a pissing contest to see which one could pee the furthest, longest, and hardes

The Bicycle in the Meadow.  Strangers meet in a country meadow. by GoddessCybele I discovered a meandering path through a forgotten field at the edge of a country road. Lazy insects buzzed about. And why not? The sky was cerulean with wisps of clouds. Nice walking weather… not too hot. I wasn’t prepared for walking or hiking… I only had on a short sundress and sandals…but the scene looked so inviting I had to explore. I took a blanket and water bottle and started down the path. I saw a bike in the far distance. Old, abandoned, or did someone just park it here for a spell? If so, where did the rider go? What were they exploring? As I was working in my barn, I saw the glint of something bright through the dusty window. I poked my head around the corner of the building thru the open door. My stomach did a backflip as I saw a gorgeous woman sensually strolling among the tall grass. I smiled as she discovered the bicycle in the meadow, and watched her throw a well shaped calf over the seat, which she managed to do quite well, despite having a dress on. I figured this was my moment to go greet this beauty as she sat perched on the seat. As l strode up the hill the breeze had billowed her sundress and opened up the bottom. It was plain to see that she had left her panties at home that morning. She saw me glimpse down between her thighs, and casually folded her dress between her knees as to hide her beautiful bald pussy. I said hello, and held out my hand to shake hers as we made our greetings. Our hands found each other in such a way that I instantly knew we would be happy to be near each other. Nice day for a walk, I offered, as I found her beautiful eyes… As soon as he touched my hand I felt… I felt warmth and energy spread from his touch. I felt my nipples react and then my legs started to quiver a bit. I had forgotten I left my panties at home and my thighs and pussy lips tingled. I knew I should pull my hand away but I wanted to draw nearer instead. I didn’t want to let go of this energy between us… and as I looked down at his shorts I saw I was having a positive reaction on him too. Did he see my shaved pussy when the wind gusted briefly? I was embarrassed but also hoping he did. I loved how the skin on his hands felt… and wondered how his skin felt elsewhere. My face flushed at where my thoughts were taking me. I was still on the bike, and I brazenly opened my legs more. Our eyes locked, and a warm smile began to spread across her face. I also noticed that her knees were spreading apart, as if daring me to break our locked eyes and look down to what she was showing me. I leaned in toward my new friend, and her knee contacted my swollen cock through our respective clothing. She knew instantly that her touch was devastating, and I’d not be able to hide my manhood for long. I traced a finger across her thigh and discovered how soft and lovely her skin was. My mind was swimming.. I was stunned by our encounter. I could feel my tip oozing clear. She had to know that she was driving me mad inside of 3 minutes of meeting her. I’d met a magic woman, and I was no match for her at this moment. His eyes were beautiful and I was afraid to become lost in them…kindly yet eager, friendly yet lustful, as if he knew what I looked like undressed. My knee brushed against his growing cock and I leaned into him to feel his manliness against my thigh. His finger caressed my thigh… did he feel me wanting to melt into him… a total stranger who I sensed I’ve known through lifetimes. Someone rare. A sense of urgency came over me that I thought I should hide. A deep desire to make love to him kept invading my thoughts as I tried to appear calm and talk about the weather. I was already envisioning kissing his face, his lips, his shoulders, his chest and then wanting to kneel and pull him in my mouth and taste him completely… By pushing into my eager cock, she had given me a sign. A sign that she wanted to explore me, and I surely wanted to explore

Nudist Ranch Weekend.  We Welcome an Old Friend.  Rob and Lacy get reacquainted in the backyard. My name is Rob and I live in Pismo Beach along the Central Coast of California. I hang out with my best friend, lover and soulmate, Catherine. We’ve been together for over four years. Lately, due to Covid, we’ve been spending a lot of time naked in her backyard in San Luis Obispo. She has an expansive yard that overlooks grazing land with a wonderful view. The green hills look spectacular when the sun shines and the sky is a translucent blue. She has a nice stone patio and sunken spa out by the back fence. Several chaise lounges face out to the open space. Catherine is, for all intents and purposes, a nudist. She spends most of her time at home in the buff. She has a perfect glowing all over tan from head to toe. This includes her luscious breasts which happen to be Double-D’s sporting four-inch crimson red areole and thick nipples. Her nipples grow to at least three-quarters of an inch when erect, which is most of the time. Last week we were spending a nice leisurely day together when Catherine mentioned that her former next-door neighbor was going to be spending a few days with her. Naturally, we were naked at the time. I had just covered her beautiful tits with a load of cum after a brisk titty-fuck. Catherine loves for me to cum on her boobs. She rubs my jizz all over her mounds as if it’s expensive moisturizer. I digress. Catherine’s former neighbor is Lacy. Lacy and her husband currently live in Austin, Texas. They are on the West Coast this week for a seminar. Actually, they are in the Bay Area. Lacy drove down yesterday by herself which is a wonderful blessing. It means I get to spend the next few days with these two lovelies. Both are sensual and well-endowed ladies. I will be in Boob Heaven for the foreseeable future. I mentioned Catherine’s Double-D’s. Well, Lacy has a beautiful pair of huge, torpedo shaped tits which are capped by dark brown areole. When Lacy was living next to Catherine, the three of us spent a lot of time together in Catherine’s backyard and at a local clothing-optional beach. I’m hoping we can recreate some of our erotic adventures together. I spent the past two days at home, I figured Catherine and Lacy needed a few days to get reacquainted. After all, it’s been almost four years since Lacy and her husband moved to Texas. I arrive at Catherine’s house around 10:30 on Wednesday morning. I see a note on the door telling me to come around to the back. I head straight for the hot tub. I figure the ladies just might pick up where they left off years ago. Namely, a little girl-on-girl tryst with a strap-on dildo. I open the side gate and see two bodies occupying lounges next to the spa. I recognize Catherine on the left and Lacy on the right. Both ladies are topless. Did I mention I was going to be in Boob Heaven? “Hi Darling, it’s so nice to see you. Look who’s here.” Lacy jumps up from the chaise lounge and makes a beeline for me. Those gorgeous tits, like headlights on high beam are headed directly toward me. Lacy wraps her arms around me and presses her body against me from head to toe. Her firm mounds press into my chest and refuse to flatten. “Oh Rob, I’ve missed you so. Catherine promised me we would spend hours and hours together in naked bliss. I can’t wait to get started.” Lacy releases her hold and I kiss her lips softly. I move my lips to her cheek, her neck, her shoulder and down her arm, leaving little kisses and nips along the way. When I get to her hands, I notice her bright red fingernails. I realize she is wearing a bright red thong and her bright red sundress is on one of the loungers. True to her nature, Lacy’s nails match her outfit. I move to Catherine and search for her lips to kiss while Lacy returns to her chaise lounge. I spend several minutes taking in the surroundings. The sun is shining and the sky is blue; not a single cloud overhead. “Sit down Rob and rest awhile.

About Birds & Nests.  My New Kind of Roommate… by  CichyPiotr for Literotica   As usual, I went to the university in the morning. It was cloudy and rainy. Although the weather was not good, it did not discourage me. As a 20-something girl I was positive about life and believed that the best was yet to come. When I was coming home in the evening and approaching my bus stop, I noticed a police car and an ambulance. After getting off the bus I saw that there were two policemen standing in front of my house and the entrance was covered with some kind of tape. I sped up and approached the policemen. “Sorry, you can’t go through here now” - said one of the policemen firmly. “But I live here. What’s going on?” - I asked anxious. I was asked to show my identity document. When I did that one of the policemen came outside and the other one told me to wait for a while. After literally two minutes two men came out of my house. One was the policeman I had just seen. The other one was not dressed in uniform and started to explain to me what was really going on. I found out from him that my parents were dead. They died in an auto accident that took place a few streets away. At that moment I stood up, not believing what this man was saying. But he was telling a truth that I could not accept. It was a moment in which I did not know what to do. Suddenly I was an orphan and I would have to live with that. I was not ready for that. I hadn’t considered that possibility for the time being. But I had no choice but to do something. The financial situation was not too good either. It turned out that the insurance that my parents used did not cover death in a traffic accident. As a result, I was left with only the money that was in their bank account. The amount of money may have been quite considerable, but as time went by I realized that there were still some costs I had to cover. The funeral arrangements are not free and will take up a large portion of those funds. My best friend Danuta supported me as much as she could in this difficult situation. She even moved in with me so I wouldn’t have to be alone. After the funeral, I realized that I would not have enough money for very long. Together with Danuta we looked for a way out of this situation. Finally we came to a conclusion that the only sensible solution is a roommate. So we put out an ad and soon afterwards the first answers came. Only men applied. Most of them were not serious and gave some inappropriate proposals. It disgusted us so much that we added a note that we wanted a female roommate. Unfortunately, it did not change anything and only men of different age answered. After a few conversations we realized that we had to choose from what we had. Time was pressing, especially since it turned out that Danuta got a proposal to study in another city, which would be a great opportunity for her to further develop. We invited for an interview a 35-year-old man who lived in the suburbs and wanted to be closer to work. His name was Stefan. Together with me, of course, was Danuta to help me in the interview. After a short conversation we came to an agreement that until I found a job he would cover the financial obligations. In return I would be responsible for the house. We agreed that there are no improper agreements and we are only roommates. Stefan agreed to the terms and paid the rent for the current month first, as we had agreed. Stefan was a tall and well-built guy. He worked as a financial analyst at a company that was only a few stops from home. He would cover the rent. I will be able to continue my education in peace. Thanks to that, in the future I would have a well-paid job and a happy life. For the first week the three of us lived together. Stefan turned out to be a normal and calm guy. There was nothing in his behavior that could seem to be wrong. Danuta and I felt that we had made the right decision. Even the fact that he had to sleep on a fold-out and rather

Daughter of the Revolution. -  Abby discovers sex for the first time. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.  Chapter 01 The sound of ringing steel echoed through the barn along with the gasping of two people laboring for breath. Abigail Durham and her father George sparred with their practice swords, sweating and panting as they danced and dodged each others thrusts. George cried out in surprise when his 18 year old daughter parried his stroke and tapped his forearm with her blade. “I’ve finally marked you, Father!” she cried in victory and he smiled at her sheepishly. He was so proud of his beautiful protégée. Abby was his only child and she was the light of his life. Her mother had died three years ago of consumption and he still mourned her daily. Abby had always been a sort of tomboy and eagerly took to learning marksmanship as well as swordsmanship, of which she excelled like no other person he knew except himself. An exceedingly rare thing in the late 1700’s for a woman to be interested in to be sure, but he paid it no mind. Since she could walk he’d taken her on hunts with him, along with long trips on the road to visit cities scattered through the colony of Virginia as he conducted his business of growing and marketing tobacco. The Revolutionary War was closing in on them rapidly and being a man of action and quite well educated, he predicted a long and bloody road in their future. Since his wife had died he’d poured his heart and soul into preparing for the rough days ahead. With Abby’s assistance he’d scouted out several small limestone caves within several miles of their plantation and staged provisions in case they were forced to abandon their home and hearth. Chief among their treasured items was gunpowder, bullets for their firearms, and foodstuffs such as beans, rice, and smoke preserved meats. They also had clothing, bedding, and various tools they may need for the future scattered throughout their various caches. He’d even gone so far as to draw up detailed maps and demanded Abby commit the locations to memory. Just before his wife had died, his brother William had moved in with them to help out with the plantation. George saw it as a gift because William’s wife, Rose, was quite a bit younger than him and closer to Abby’s age than his own. In fact she’d been 21 years old to Abby’s 15 at the time. She was quite instrumental in raising Abby into a promising young lady over the last three years. As a result, Abby could be right at home with the highest of the local society, not giving the least impression that she could outshoot and out sword fight any man she might happen upon. The rumble of far off cannon fire seemed to draw closer every day, increasing George’s anxiety for the safety of his family and his beloved workers who labored in his fields. He had learned a great deal of compassion from his wife and as a result treated his slaves far better than most owners. His plantation home was small and modest by the day’s standards, simply because he chose to invest in decent housing for his slaves. In fact, the slave cabins were nicer by far than most white folk’s homes in the area, garnering some jealousy to say the least. The title “Master” was forbidden to be spoken. He was simply “Mr Durham” to his workers while Abby was referred to as “Missy” and she was beloved by them all. “Can we go another round?” Abby asked happily, pleased that she’d scored a hit on her father. “I’d love to dear, but I think I it’s nearly dinner time. Go get cleaned up and we’ll meet in the dining room.” “Yes, Papa.” She kissed him sweetly on his cheek and set off for the house while he watched her departing figure with a worried frown. He wasn’t normally a man to harp on his feelings, but deep in his gut he knew bad things were on the not so distant horizon. When Abby reached the house, her quadroon maid, June, had a tub of hot water ready for her. “Have you been fighting with your Pappy again?” June asked teasingly. “Ye