open marriage

Family member is a nymphomaniac

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Family member is a nymphomaniac ‘It’s not my fault. I just can’t bloody help it.’ How often had she repeated those words to herself, always those same sentences rattling around inside her head? She did not consider herself a nymphomaniac, despite what other people may think. It was just that sex constantly preyed on her mind. Every day, and even during the night, the most innocuous of things would suddenly set her off, and what she needed most when that happened was to either fuck, or at the very least, masturbate. When she slept, it brought no respite, her dreams … Read more

Catching my wife video chatting

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2 years ago my wife and I were going through a rough patch in our marriage fights every other day it seemed as though we were a mere few fights away from divorce. We sat one day and had a conversation about things that could be done to fix the issue her solution was maybe to have an open marriage when i asked her what she meant she said maybe hook up with other people. Before I could even reply to her suggestions she said but don’t worry I would only be with other woman not any man which sort … Read more

Two married couples become even closer on a Friday evening

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Usually when real life keeps me from being able to write as consistently as I like to, I get back into the rhythm of writing erotica by churning out a short story like this one. Usually I don’t bother to publish these quick stories that have little plot except for people in them fucking, but I’m submitting this one. It’s a quick foursome involving two married couples. If you’ve never read anything I’ve written before, please check out my other submissions for longer stories, many of them with a lot more kink than I’m including here. As with most things … Read more

A swinging couple converts vanilla friends

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My daughter and I walked hand-in-hand, looking for animal footprints in the snow. “What’s that one, Mommy?” Emma asked. “Hmm, do you think it’s a bear?” I teased. “No, Mommy! We don’t have bears around here.” “Probably a dog then. And what about that one?” I pointed to some tiny, pointed prints. “A squirrel?” Emma guessed. “Right! High-five!” I said, holding up my hand for Emma. Our gloved hands smacked together, muted by winter wear. “Hey, it’s Maddie!” Emma yelled, and ran ahead to catch up with her friend who was just getting out of the blue minivan at the … Read more