Snow Bunny Laura Pt. 04

"So many hotties," I thought to myself as I wiped the sweat from my brow. I had been going hard on the elliptical for about 20 minutes while I scanned the gym, trying to not appear as though I was staring at any one individual for too long. Nearly any one of these women would work.... but I had to find just the right one. In addition to scouting out the room, I had also used my workout to reflect on the events of the night before. And what a night it had been. I still felt like such a sexual being after having possibly the best sex of my life with our unassuming guest, Tyler. I also couldn't get the image out of my mind of the way my husband watched us as we fucked. His face portrayed a mixture of arousal, lust, jealously and maybe even a little fear. After making my husband cum for the second time, we were all a bit tired and decided to call it an evening. We washed up, got dressed and said our goodbyes to Tyler. As we changed our sheets (boy did I make a mess) and pre

Copyright © 2021 - This is an original work by Zeb Carter and is protected under copyright by U.S. copyright law. It is only submitted at Literotica.Com and any submission to any other site has not been authorized by the Author. ~ ~ ~ Love Song ~ ~ ~ Cathy Jenson was walking through her family's wheat field in Iowa. It was early in the season so the wheat was only knee-high. In the distance, she could see her father and brother working on the fence that the cows had broken through to get to the wheat. She giggled at that thought but the unruly cows had been troublesome as of late. This was the second time they had taken a shortcut through a field that was fenced in with barbed wire. Cathy had just come from herding them back to the barn through the field. She could also see Michael Johnson from the farm next to theirs. Smiling she walked just a little fast so she wouldn't miss saying hello to Michael. When she got to the fence, her dad was just finishing getting the list stra

You may want to read "From Friends to Swingers Ch. 01 and 02", for the purpose of continuity. ----------------------------------------------------------- Karen recounts: It's been months since we got together, with our busy schedules and all, even weekends were hectic. This Saturday though, Jenny, Wendy and I found ourselves free and decided to hang-out at my home even without our men. It was a vibrant afternoon, Jenny and Wendy arrived together. Jenny garbed in a white knitted sundress with her matching bra and cheeky lace panties slightly visible from the material of her dress; was stunning as usual. Wendy, clad in a loose pink polo skirt, with three knobs unbuttoned; braless; an evident white bikini...glowed equally lovely. I was wearing one of Steve's t-shirt with only a silk bikini underneath. I welcomed my two girlfriends with a great deal of enthusiasm. We settled at the serene living room, each of us relaxing on individual couches. Adjacent to my left was We

Why was I asked to help a stranger. What A Monday That Turned Out To Be. Can you look after me for three weeks. I sat drinking green tea and eating a French pastry in the Pipeworks member's club lounge in Glasgow, a gay sauna, slowly recovering from my early morning steam room, sauna and massage, the Club was also unusually quiet for a Monday morning, unofficially this was the seniors time a fraternity that I was approaching with the passage of time. As I glanced around at the other members sitting at their tables I noticed a young dark haired, maybe twenty, doing the rounds of the tables he was about five foot eight, slim, toned and with a nice olive complexion. The Club members seemed to be rejecting whatever he was proposing to them before sending him on his way. As he came towards my table I noticed his distinctive walk almost dance like with a flowing rhythmic motion the way his hips effeminately moved. Wearing only a snug fitting snow white wrap that sat low and loosely on

The soccer team party was in full swing when we arrived. My son immediately stripped off his jersey and jumped into the pool, splashing all the parents who'd been unwise enough to sit too close. As always, I felt socially awkward, despite the fact that I'd known most of these parents for years, particularly since my husband hadn't been able to come. I searched for the friendliest face, a mom named Kayla, and walked over to greet her. I showed her the bottle of scotch I'd brought. "Where's the bar?" She looked at the bottle and rolled her eyes. "Everyone else brings Bud or, at most, an IPA, and here you are with a bottle of scotch." She laughed. "That is so you. Come on, the booze is over there, on the patio." She pointed to the other side of the house, where another group of parents were sitting around a firepit. I saw the usual suspects, but also saw J., my son's coach. We locked eyes for a brief moment before I looked away. My a