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Nikki and... Nephew Ch. 04

[The Nikki series takes a single scene and swaps in a different partner for Nikki each time. This is the third scene. All characters are adults.] Nikki put her six-month old daughter down for a nap. Finally, she'd fallen asleep. Tip-toeing, she back out of the room when she ran in to something. Or, rather, someone. Mark, her nephew, and also the secret father of her baby, wrapped his arms around her from behind and guided her over to the wall beside the door, putting her back against it. He was quite the frequent visitor these days. "Shhhhhh, quiet," she hissed. "If you wake the baby you aren't getting any for a week." "I don't know how I'm supposed to control myself," he murmured, "when you are walking around looking like that in your dress." Nikki was wearing a red dress that her tits were nearly bursting out of, and which clung to her ass, swishing from side to side as she walked. Her hair was in pigtails and she had no makeu

A Wild Rose in the Wilderness Pt. 01

--This story is a continuation of the Wild Rose adventure, and involves infidelity as a theme, if that offends you, please read something else. If you enjoy this piece, please rate it accordingly. --I would also like to thank the readers who urged me to write more on this story line. I appreciate the encouragement and suggestions. Thank you! ***** Rose and Steve would have been the perfect couple, except they were both married to other people. They had everything else going for them, passion, shared hobbies, love for nature, and were well matched in their humor, wit and stamina. They spent more time with each other than each did with their own spouses. Everything was so good... It was when Rose's husband suddenly died, that they fell apart. She hadn't even told Steve, he read about it in the paper. He had thought she had needed space, so hadn't pushed her. He had texted a few times. She hadn't responded to any of them. He didn't see her at the gym at her usual tim

An Unexpected Encounter

The restaurant was busy. It had taken forever for the food to appear and I was feeling bored and restless. My husband went on and on about the conference he had just attended in Florida, but I had tuned out long ago. All it took was the occasional nod from me for conversation to keep flowing. Idly I pushed my food around the plate and concentrated on my glass of chardonnay, conversations around us provided a steady hum of background noise. I listened as a woman next to us chatted to her friend about her recent vacation in Italy and I hung on to every word. Her stories were far more interesting than the same old conference chat. A soft Scottish accent caught my attention and I immediately began scanning the room to see who had spoken. A good looking man with long dark hair sat at table close by with a blond woman. He was leaning back in his chair, a glass of red wine in hand while the woman talked about a wedding she had gone to. It was immediately obvious he was bored by the expressi

Playing Indians

"Let's play white people." Those were the words that started it. Wasula said them to Mato in bed one night while staring pensively up at the sloped ceiling of their tipi. "That's not funny," he told her. "I know," she responded. "I wasn't joking." Mato looked at Wasula askance. The two of them were recently married, and they had fallen deeply into lust with each other. They liked playing games with sex (the having-sex-outside game, the having-sex-with-mouths game, among others) and were looking for a new game. But this roleplay was not exactly what Mato had had in mind. His brow furrowed as he thought about the days and days he and his hunting party had spent hunting buffalo that were no longer there because the settlers had overhunted them. "What kind of fucked up game is that?" He exclaimed. "What do you want me to do, give you smallpox?" He made the last statement with tight-lipped grim humor. "No! I don&

The New Dress

Late last year, I had the opportunity to attend an exclusive charity gala and fundraiser. I do love these types of events; it means I get to shop. I stopped into a high-end dress shop, to look around a bit. I tried on several dresses and gowns. The attendant brought out a slinky, silver dress like you would see on the red carpet in Hollywood. I slipped into it and immediately fell in love. It sparkled and shone and fit perfectly. It was gorgeous, and as a bonus, it satisfied the exhibitionist side of me. I'm sure you've all seen this type of gown. It's long, floor-length, the top is deep, plunging V-neck line, the point ending at my navel. One side was slit open from hem to hip and you can't wear panties with. When you set, your entire leg is out, very sexy. When I stepped out of the dressing room to look in the mirrors, other ladies in the store glared at the dress. It was a perfect fit, it clung to my curves and flowed free as it should. As I walked back and forth o

My 1st Guy Pt. 02

It had been a little over 2 months since my friend Brian & I started sucking & jerking each other off. One night after leaving our meeting I took Brian to a spot I found, it was an area they had started sub-dividing for building houses a few years back but never went forward beyond clearing a few spots thru the wooded area. One area was just a path large enough for a truck that led to a fairly large opening that was totally hidden from the world. This was to be our very own sex spot for the next few months. That evening as we hurried to undress Brian asked if I would mind if he ate my ass. In a matter of less than a second I said yes. Putting the back seat of my father's station wagon down we now had a huge space to lay out, after rolling out my sleeping bag we could lay on and be comfortable. Brian began stroking my cock and after I was rock hard he asked me to turn over and kneel with my ass in the air. As I knelt down Brian pushed my legs apart so my hole would open up

The Luscious List Pt. 03

We had satisfied our sexual hunger for the time being and we needed to replenish our energy and recharge. It was a lovely evening so we ventured out to find a nice restaurant for what was going to be our last night of uninhibited fun together. He looked irresistibly sexy in a navy shirt which hugged his toned torso and smart trousers which accentuated his perfectly peachy ass. I wore a sheer black dress with a tight black slip underneath. My underwear was picked just for this trip. It was a beautifully feminine black satin set and with sheer panels in the bra so a glint of the gold stud through my nipple could be seen. I picked a thong rather than briefs as I knew he would be much more appreciative of the lack of material covering my skin. The evening air was fresh and crisp and the streets where bustling with people. We were relaxed and chatted about nothing in particular as we scanned the restaurants trying to decide where looked good to eat. We chose a softly lit, glass fronted 192