Author: gwstoriestoshare

Asking For Permission [MF]

We arrived at our new home away from home for the weekend. Nina and I had gone with her family to visit her step father’s dad for the weeknd and mostly to get out of our normal routine, the drab of the day to day and mundane of the city. The ocean is normally a welcome sight being so land locked but alas this was the gulf where no one makes plans to visit this part unless they had to. Padre or Mexico were better spots but I wasn’t going to complain about free room and board for the next couple of days. Try to make the best of a bad situation.

When we got there, we quickly settled dividing rooms with her step father, George, downstairs on a couch foldout. Her younger brother, his friend, and I in a room while Nina and her mom took the last room. The boys room was crowded with the two of them taking the floor and me opting for the bed. We unpacked, change into swim trunks and hit the beach with the rest of the family. Read more »

School Girl [MF]

The white french doors from our bathroom into our bedroom opened as my wife, Nina, stepped through.

*Am I in trouble again, Mr.Hollis?*

There stood a 5’1″, in her late twenties, petite, 115lb, brown eyed beaut. She was dressed in a Britney Spears-esque, school girl outfit, pig tailed brown hair, tight white shirt tied together at the bottom attempting to contain, her 34B perky tits in a pink lacy bra peeking through the top of her shirt. Her skirt, a classic red-black plaid that could only cover the top part of her ass. An ass any rapper would have loved to feature in their music video. My friends all joke that I’m an ass guy and I can’t really argue. Her legs adorned in a pair white thigh highs connected to six inch black stripper heels. She was sucking on her finger like she did something bad.

Nina looked at me, a 5’8″, in my early thirties, black haired, brown eyed, slim. Pretty average looking guy if I’m being honest but neither here nor there. I’m wearing a blue button down shirt, tucked into a pair of black dress pants with some silk boxers (the wife loves them), which was attempting to restrain my seven inch cock now at the sight of her, to complete our ensemble. Read more »

The Company Christmas Party [MF]

As I am sitting at my desk at work, looking at a picture of my wife and I, I am reminded of one of my favorite excursions with her.

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The plane touched down in NOLA as several members of my company exited the plane. We’re here for the company Christmas party where we sometimes do it big by flying out all the employees and their partners for a weekend away somewhere to celebrate. One of the nicest perks we have.

My wife, a 5′ 1″ cutie with a booty, dark brown hair down to her mid back, brown eyes, 34B breasts, 115 lbs, gorgeous smile, and curvy in all the places that makes men stop and stare. She grips my hand, calming me. I’m honestly a pretty anxious flyer. Hate heights. Myself, 5′ 8″, black hair and brown eyes, 160 lbs, somewhat slim and building towards the dad bod and actively trying to fend it off. Pretty average in the department downstairs with a straight upward curve. It’s weird but I make it work. Read more »