Tag: Wife

You read that title right. Wifeypoo and I both have the rona. But our symptoms are entirely different. I’ve been coughing my head off, I have a fever, I’m very lethargic, and I can’t smell a damn thing. My wife, meanwhile, is completely asymptomatic. Since my symptoms were pretty bad, we both got tested for COVID, and both tests came back positive. My wife is an accountant and she’s been working from home for the entire pandemic, so not much has changed for her. But I’m a pilot, and you can’t really do that virtually, so I’m just stuck at home on paid leave for the next two weeks. My wife Laura (not her real name) has been so amazing and helpful with me since we got COVID (she even moved my Xbox into our bedroom because she wanted me to stay in bed), and I kinda felt bad to see her saddled with work AND house chores AND taking care of me. Plus, not being able to breathe that well is definitely a sex drive killer for me, and I could tell my wife was very desperate for some action. So I decided to make her life a bit easier. Read more »

I (M) 30-year-old ex solider turned builder who workings and lives in the North of England. One of my very first jobs working for a small family building firm was to lay a stone paving outside. The job was for a wealthy family who was of Indian descent but born in the UK. The husband was very successful and worked for a large sporting team, he was the head of the financial department. This meant I never meet him as he was always working away or late. They had 3 children who at the time were all in university so like the dad never had the pleasure of meeting them. I did however get to know the wife very well.

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I (M) 30 year old ex solider turned builder who workings and lives in the North of England. One of my very first jobs working for a small family building firm was to lay a stone paving outside for a wealthy family who were of Indian decent but born in the UK.
The husband was very successful and worked for a large sporting team, he was the head of the financial department. This meant I never meet him as he was always working away or late. They had 3 children who at the time were all in university so like the dad never had the pleasure of meeting them. I did however get to know the wife very well.
She didn’t work and was always about the house to bring me coffee and an occasional biscuit. She was gorgeous, curvy figure with gorgeous eyes and lips. Long dark hair and a personality which felt warm. I would say late 40’s to early 50’s and wore the maturity well.
One day in the summer sun she was painting in the greenhouse while I was working in sight of her. Due to the hot weather we were experiencing I was in shorts and working shirtless. Which I do often. She similar was working in a small amount of clothes, a slim black vest with red bra straps poking out the top and short shorts which revealed her amazing legs.
I would say I am in conventionally good shape, 6’1 muscular 220lbs. I kept feeling my clients burn into me and when I would look up she would look away nervous hoping I didnt catch her. At around lunch time she nipped into the house. Walking passed me asking “would you like a cold drink” which i ofcourse couldn’t deny. A few moments later I was made aware of her presents due to the noise of clinking ice. Standing up I towered over her, she must have been around 5’4. With one hand she handed me a cold glass of lemonade and in her other she held one of her own.
As I looked down I noticed she had removed her bra what she was wearing moments before. Her nipples stood perfectly in her skin hugging vest. I know she caught me looking and gave me a cheeky smile. The kind of smile that would look innocent if it were not for her eyes which had mischief written all over them. The look set my passion on fire which caused me to become hard. I am a well endowed gentleman which has its problems when you find yourself getting hard. Instantly an very visible perfect outline of my cock formed in my shorts.
Almost like my client could sense this she looked down swirling her glass and paused for a few seconds. There was silence, not the awkward kind of silence but a loud sexual tension kind of silence. We both finished our lemonade bathing in the feeling. I handed the glass back as I did she step closer, instinctively I stepped closer to. The heat between us was unbelievable. We were fixed in that spot for what seemed to be an age. Then she slowly placed her hand on my bare chest and began to run it southwards. She whispered “what I would give to be single” she grasped my member though my shorts before stepping away and walking off with a sping in her step.
The next day was my last day.
She has however phoned me this week for some more work….

3some with wife and younger single neighbor(MFF) Read more »

Every year, for one day, my husband let me go wild. For over past one decade, my husband let me have sex with other men on the day after my birthday. On that day, I have gangbangs with men, who are usually my friends or his’. Basically people whom we know. For the rest of the time, I am a loyal obedient wife to my husband and a loving mother to our kids. The day after my birthday, I meet with guys at one of their place, hang out with them, let them use me however they want to, I enjoy them to the core, have sex all night and by the dawn, I go back to my husband as a good wife who is satiated, until the next time. My birthday is on the first week of February and I am already getting excited and having tingles in my stomach. Feel free to interact with me about this and ask questions if you got any.