1. Family Beach Party Turns X Rated Part 8 Re-Issued


    Date: 8/1/2015, Categories: True Story, Blowjob, Cheating, Cuckold, Cum Swallowing, Erotica, Oral Sex, Wife, Author: gregorthegrant, Rating: 66.7, Source: sexstories.com

    toilet paper wasn’t brown. It was white. I turned around and looked in the toilet bowl. The toilet bowl was full of big globs of thick white shit. I thought it was strange until I remembered drinking the hot chocolate Tony had made for me the night before. I figured maybe my white shit, my clogged throat, salty mouth and weird dreams all were side effects from the hot chocolate. What was worse, not sleeping or the side effects? I figured not sleeping was worse than any side effects. I took a leisure shower letting the water sooth my aching body. I put on a pair of summer shorts and my light blue T-shirt. I watched the morning news while Sandra too her shower. She came out looking fresh and clean. “What did you want to do today Greg?” Sandra asked. “I got some Vancouver tourist brochures. Do you think going to Mc Donald’s for breakfast and looking at the brochures would be a good idea?” I asked. “That sounds like a good idea.” Sandra answered. I liked the pretty summer dress she chose to wear. It was yellow with pink flowers on it. It was different than what she usually wore. She looked so sweet in a way but a tiny bit naughty in another way. The bottom of Sandra’s hemline was shorter than usual. She was even showing more cleavage than usual. Actually she didn’t show any cleavage at all before today. Maybe our love making during the night brought the naughtiness out of my blushing bride. Sandra sure didn’t look like a blushing bride today. I just wish I remembered making love ...
    with her. I found it strange I didn’t remember making love to Sandra but I remembered my weird dreams vividly. A good-looking white man in his late twenties was standing by the front desk as Sandra and I walked into the motel lobby. “Good morning, Mr. and Mrs. Thompson.” The desk clerk said. “Good morning Mr. Taylor I said after looking at his name tag. “How did you know our names Mr. Taylor?” I asked the good-looking man. “You and your wife are the only ones in the motel not because of the soccer playoffs. The manager couldn’t get a hold of you and your wife. So they gave the soccer players that would have been in your room and put them in our extra rooms I said approaching him. “Please thank the management for keeping our reservation Mr. Taylor.” I said. “Good morning Mr. and Mrs. Thompson.” Tony said walking up behind me. “Good morning Tony.” I answered turning around. I practically fell down when I saw what Tony was wearing or lack of what he was wearing. He was wearing a tight, sleeveless, white T-shirt that only barely covered his muscular chest leaving his dark brown, washboard, flat stomach bare. His bare stomach looked just like it did in my weird dreams. He was wearing low fitting, tight blue jean, shorts. His jeans were so low on his hips I could see the top of his kinky crotch hair. His jeans were so tight I could see the outline of his penis down the left side of his leg. Even soft it was huge. If Tony’s jeans had been any shorter his huge penis head would be out ...
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