It was Labor Day weekend. As usual we had our annual Labor Day bbq. Jim would start slow cooking the ribs the night before. His ribs were the hit of the neighborhood. Usually we ran about 50-60 guests. Neighborhood, old friends, work friends, and family. We had a nice neighborhood. Mostly up and coming young families. The neighborhood was reasonably new and was built to handle the growth of high tech families in the area. This was our fifth party and it was always fun. Today was no different. Good food, lots of beer, a lot of laughter. The k**s and some adults were in the pool. Small group… 続きを読む

My sweet loving husband arrived home from the pub and he was in a foul mood. Fair enough. If he wants to be in a foul mood he's allowed to be I guess, but I sure wasn't going to have him taking his mood out on me. After the third or fourth little dig I had a go at him. "What the fuck's wrong with you?" I snapped. "Whatever it is, unless it directly concerns me, don't take it out on me." "It's Jacko. He was down at the pub boasting he's slept with every single woman in our street." "Might I point out that there aren't many single women on this street? Most of us are married. Who's Jacko, any… 続きを読む

Tammy and I had our friends over Saturday. It was a typical get-together with the three couples we've been friends with for years. The guys were in front of the big-screen TV watching the series and the women were in the kitchen talking about whatever women talk about. We discussed the merits of the designated hitter versus having the pitcher bat and like normal men we talked about sex. That's when John started complaining. He was telling about how for several days a month he couldn't do anything right. If he smiled at his wife, Susan, he was making fun of her. If he didn't smile at her he… 続きを読む

I never had a desire or fantasized sharing my wife with another man. The idea never crossed my mind. I'm sure I would have laughed it off if it had. Things changed about eight years after we got married. Marge and I threw a party for our friends and neighbors. We had 30 guests and both of us were kept busy, me tending bar and Marge seeing that there was always plenty of snacks available. After about 3 hours Marge told me that people weren't eating much anymore so she was finished. I put a "BARTENDER WANTED, APPLY WITHIN." sign on the bar and left it. If anyone wanted a drink they could fix… 続きを読む

The year was 1988. My name is Luke. At the time, my wife, Maddison (Maddie to her friends) and I were both 20 years old. I was active duty in the Marine Corps and we were stationed in California where we lived in an apartment off-base. Please note, this is not one of those typical hot-wife stories where I share the knowledge that I have always fantasied about watching my wife with other men. That wasn't the case with me. Additionally, it is not the beginning of a journey to slut-hood for my wife. After this, she didn't spend her days and nights searching for any available cock to stuff into… 続きを読む

The annual neighborhood bar-b-que was upon us again. Me and my wife Kate were ready as always. We had moved to the neighborhood five years ago and the bar-b-que was an annual tradition for the neighborhood and we had come to love it. I was 30 my wife Kate 29. Kate was such a beauty with long brunette hair, a round firm ass, and big d cup breasts to fill her 5'6" frame. Atop her body was her beautiful face, every guy in the neighborhood wanted her, but she was all mine. I was never blessed in the package department but we still did it like rabbits at least five times a week. The only complain… 続きを読む

I had just bought a motorcycle. Actually, I bought 2 motorcycles, but one was a parts bike. Neither was running, so I had to enlist two friends; Mike because he knew motorcycles, and Fred, because he had a truck. The guy I bought the bike from was about 2 hours away, so by the time we got there, loaded everything into the truck, and got back home it was dark outside. I was excited to show off my purchase to my wife, Mary, so while the guys unloaded the truck, I went inside to get her. Inside I found her wearing a black silk robe. It wasn't short, but it was above her knee. She didn't want to… 続きを読む

Cheryl was eating her cereal when she heard her husband calling her name from upstairs. "CHERYL," he screamed yet again. "What honey?" she shouted back. She continued to eat her breakfast. It was nine thirty in the morning, she cleaned the house and sent the k**s to school, she was entitled to some breakfast. "Can you come up here for a second?" She slammed her fists down into the table. "Yeah, I'll be there in a minute." "Thanks babe." She swirled her spoon around in her cereal bowl, counting backwards from thirty. Cheryl got off her chair and walked up the stairs. Each step seemed to… 続きを読む

I could hardly believe my ears as I sat there. I was sitting beside the pool in Tim Wilson’s backyard, chit chatting with Tim, our neighbor that lived about six houses down the street. Tim was quite a bit younger than I was, having just turned forty I was 9 years older than the 31 year old Tim. Although we weren’t close friends, we would have the odd pint together and just shoot the shit a bit . . . the age difference never seemed to matter. On this particular day we had been talking about the usual male macho topics when the topic of our wives had popped up. Now it’s not unusual to talk abou… 続きを読む