Author: EQWhines

The Conception [F24 MMMMM25+] [Cheating, Cream Pie, Group, Blindfold]

Something nagged her, but she couldn’t be sure what.

Danielle shuddered as her world went dark. Then, as everything she knew sank beneath a sea of white noise, she grew hot. Agitated. She slipped off her dress, unclasped her bra and removed her underwear. Naked and unaware of her surroundings, the young woman then sat on the edge of a bed and began to touch herself. One finger. Then two. They ran circles around her swollen, sensitive button. She could never imagine herself masturbating, but the sensory deprivation made it easy.

It let her believe she wasn’t who she was. That she wasn’t doing what she was doing.

It all started in highschool with her sweetheart, Jeff. He’d promised her a bunch of kids when they were married and, three years after tying the knot, he’d yet to deliver. The doctor said he wasn’t totally sterile but it was highly unlikely he could father children. Jeff refused to let Danielle use a sperm donor. Instead they fucked like rabbits at each peak of her bodies cycle. Month after month. Year after year.

No babies. Read more »

Scrap Poker Night [F35 MMMM45+] [Flashing, Exhib, Cheating, BJ]

“Alright boys. Let’s sort out our buy-in.”

Four middle aged men dumped whatever scraps of paper they had on hand into a pile in the middle of the table. The scraps were then mixed up and divided evenly between them. Scrap Poker night had begun. Reciepts, coupons, loyalty cards and the occasional scratch ticket were the men’s currency. They played not for money, but for fun. The bits of paper only served to stand in for bills and chips.

Tonight was Harold’s night to host and deal. To his right was his old friend, Bill. Across the table was Harold’s brother, Hank. To his left was another friend, Jim.

“Ante up.”

Each threw a receipt into the middle of the table and set into their usual habits. Bill failed to identify peoples tells. Hank tried to count cards. Jim wore his hand on his face. None of the four were any good at poker. Which worked out well.

“Anyone want any drinks? Snacks?”

All eyes turned to the brunette woman as she sauntered into the room. Amber, Harold’s wife, always turned the heads of his friends. She was ten years his junior. Fit. Busty. Trendy. That night she wore a brown sundress with white polka dots. It swished around her thighs as she came up to the table with a bowl of chips. Read more »