Perhaps I should explain something. I have never been a “bored housewife” but I have always been perpetually horny! There is a simple reason for that and it’s mainly physical rather than anything to do with my fantasies or sexual thoughts. The physical reason is that I have a very chubby pussy with a rude pouting clitoris that swells to the size of the end of my little linger. That naughty clitoris is always there, rudely protruding so that it rubs on my panties when I walk. I am ALWAYS sopping wet because of it and if I wear tight jeans or any outer clothing with a seam that rubs me I am unbe… 続きを読む

It was hot and steamy as I arrived at the airport in Johannesburg for the long journey to Sydney, Australia. This was the beginning of a month-long holiday over Christmas from working in central Africa, and I was overjoyed to be heading back to some normalcy and "civilisation." I checked in and was allocated my seat on the 747 right at the rear. There was aisle and window seating in a 4-5-4 configuration but the row in the rear section only had two seats where the design of the fuselage tapered and I was allotted the window seat which had the added benefit of a small triangle of space on… 続きを読む

It began as a bit of fun, I’ll admit it. Tom was over at our place to watch the game on television. Usually, both he and his wife, Fran, would be over, but Fran was down south taking care of a sick sister, so it was just my good friend by himself with Dee and me. I asked my wife for a minor favour. “Would you get us a beer, darling?” I asked, and Dee gave one of her smart-arse, uppety kind of replies. “What am I? A maid? Get your own beer.” I hadn’t thought it was too much to ask, but my wife flounced out of the room. Tom muttered, “It’d be a cold day in hell before I’d let… 続きを読む

When I was about twenty years of age, I used to commute to the centre of London using the London Underground (‘The Tube’) and work on various construction sites. In those days, I wore running shoes (‘trainers’) with jeans, a tee shirt and a bomber jacket. I was pretty fit, muscular (I went to the gym four nights a week) and standing at six foot tall, I would venture that I was presented as, all in all, quite a good looking guy! I was waiting on the underground platform at a central London station, taking a typical autumn journey home from the centre of London to the outer suburbs, a journey… 続きを読む

It seemed my wife Dee and I had picked a good weekend for an overnight stay in town. It was a lovely hot sunny Saturday morning as we drove in and both were in a relaxed and playful mood. Dee was feeling quite flirty and contented so even wore a nice thin cotton dress to travel in and, as I discovered within the first ten minutes, no panties! I had slipped my hand up onto her bare thigh, which I could never resist, had a little stroke upwards and felt the soft bareness of exposed pussy on the outside of my hand. Dee had eagerly permitted my intrusion by silently looking straight ahead and open… 続きを読む

Our first visit to Surfers Paradise on the Gold Coast of Australia south of Brisbane was for a weekend together in the warmth and privacy we could enjoy amongst strangers. We planned to spend our days by the pool, laying together and dips in the cool water. Cuddling and frolicing in the cool water, her arms around my shoulders as I held her to me, her legs wrapped around me as I walked in the water, oblivious to anything but the gorgeous sensual creature I held in my arms. Cool drinks, stolen glances, kisses. I was looking forward to applying sun cream to her beautiful body, touchin… 続きを読む