Blackmail

I’ve been happily married for 10 years to my wife Andie. We have three small children and I always thought our marriage was fine. Andie is a 32 year old large breasted Italian girl with a small waist and a nice round butt. Her lips are pouty and full. Her olive skin is soft as a babies butt. She’s probably 20 pounds heavier than the average girl, but many men drool over her slutty body wherever we go. Shortly after our 10 year anniversary, I received the shock of a lifetime. I discovered while snooping through her emails that she had...

I had a new-found interest in reading every single adult ad on the classified ad web site, including all different genders and categories. The only one I didn't read much was Male looking for Male because, well, I'm a female and don't figure in to that equation at all. I spent at least two hours reading every single one of them, going back almost a month. There are some seriously perverted people out there. There was a couple, probably in their early 50s that posted almost every day, trying to get a girl, apparently anything with a vagina, to meet them...

On the drive home from the pub, Saskia and Emma hardly exchanged glances, let alone words. Both women were ashamed of what happened, but comforted themselves that if they of hadn’t gone through with the sex show, yet alone the sex acts, the consequences would have been disastrous for them both. They drove home in the dark; both lost in their thoughts, until finally they reached Saskia’s house. Saskia turned and said Emma, Joel and the kids are away so I think it is better you stay with me tonight Emma just looked ahead, giving no indication of hearing her friend...

Brandi had been speeding in her little blue Miata for only about 5 minutes before she was pulled over. Granted the alcohol and marijuana in her system had something to do with her driving abilities but she really couldn't afford to be brought in by the police and risk her parents finding out about her less than desirable behavior. She looked at herself in the rear view mirror not really paying attention to the cop as he exited his car. Her long natural hair was in a neat ponytail and her chocolate colored skin had a sheen of sweat. She fumbled...

Sara’s mind raced as she eased up I-95. It had been a routine trip from Richmond heading home to Hoboken until the accident stopped traffic 30 miles back. Traffic was moving much better north of Wilmington, but she was still panicked over what had just happened. Stuck in dead-stop traffic, listening to her boyfriend, Brian, talk dirty to her on the phone, she’d done the unthinkable. Brian knew she was wearing her short jean skirt, no panties (She’d left them on his apartment floor when they fucked before she left town.) and the thought of her driving up 95 like that...