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Real women DO have curves and we like them a lot….

We've never had recreational sex with another couple that required a six page check list and a script as above. This is supposed to be fun! You know this couple, you've danced around the matter for awhile and you have every reason to believe they are as willing as you. I don't know how much success Sun has had, but I assure you that Mrs Doc has behaved exactly as described and as a result, we've had a lot of fun sex with a particular couple. In fact, a few weeks after the first time, we had dinner with those same folks and came back to our house. As I poured drinks, the other wife excused herself to go visit the ladies room. When she came out, she'd lost her skirt and blouse and was wearing only a sexy black lace bra and panties set. She smiled, took my hand and as she led me towards the bedroom she looked over her shoulder, smiled at her husband and my wife and said, "come on you two…catch up".

Something that most women know but may not understand, is that men are very visual but we also have a very narrow attention span. When we see a confident lady with or without cloths on, we can only take in little pieces at a time vs the whole picture. We then take these pieces and create a visual that we are excited about. We are not looking at the rolls, scars or tummy, we are looking at a sexy confident woman that would like to play with us. You are overthinking, men are much simpler than that when it comes to sex.

So Miss T as introduced me to Pegging... Never in a thousand years thought we would ever consider this. First it was a little ass play, a finger here 2 fingers there. Next came the plug and it just grew from there to an 8" strap-on. Hard to explain the feeling of her fucking my ass and jerking or sucking me off, but it is mind blowing. Never have I cum so hard in my life not just once, but time after time. She loves anal as much as I like to give it to her, now we both know that incredible feeling... Have you?

Did your parents ever catch you ‘doing it’ when you were a kid? Or, have you ever caught your kids? What happened? I got caught. It was probably 1966. I was 17, she was 18, we’d been boinking for months. The folks said they were going someplace, we took the opportunity and headed for my downstairs bedroom. We’re going at it, hear footsteps upstairs, we both know we’re busted ‘cause her car is parked outside. The footsteps are coming down the steps, she runs into the closet completely naked, I get my pants on. “Where’s Stephanie?” my bitch of a step-mother screams. Then she figures out what’s going on, yells for my father to come down. He stands there and demands Stephanie come out of the closet, I’m saying, “Aw, c’mon Dad!” He finally figures it out, I close the door, Stephanie gets her clothes on and just leaves, I’m there to take the heat. I basically listen to them yelling at me, just silently give them the ‘go fuck yourself’ look. Funny thing was a few days later my dad tries to give me the birds-and-bees talk, I say don’t worry, we’re on spermicide. He didn’t know what it was, I had to explain it to him.

I was not discovered "in flagrante delicto" but my Mom and Dad were presented with circumstantial evidence by the dog. While my girlfriend and I were alone in the house, the dog took off with the used condom in his mouth. Neither of us could determine to where the beast had carried the thing. Later that evening, after girlfriend had left, the dog put the condom at my dad's feet. My Dad said, "you and I need to have a talk."

My late wife and I promised each other we'd never lie to our kids. We promised our kids they would never be punished for asking a question. When they suspected we were swapping, they asked. We told them the truth. Honesty is so liberating!

In the 1980s my wife and I knew him quite well. I really liked him.

I knew about him owing to the fact that I recently read the Gay Telese book, "Thy Neighbors Wife".

This is going to take a little ciphering, I guess I was in my early twenties when those Earp boys got in that rhubarb down in Tombstone. It must have been a year or so later when Holiday and I got in that little dustup with those boys at a poker game and we had to leave town in a hurry. Damn if I can remember how old I am, I’m sure I’m old enough to drink at the bar and vote though.