Edging Games Turn Not Gay Pt. 04

The restaurant was busy. It had taken forever for the food to appear and I was feeling bored and restless. My husband went on and on about the conference he had just attended in Florida, but I had tuned out long ago. All it took was the occasional nod from me for conversation to keep flowing. Idly I pushed my food around the plate and concentrated on my glass of chardonnay, conversations around us provided a steady hum of background noise. I listened as a woman next to us chatted to her friend about her recent vacation in Italy and I hung on to every word. Her stories were far more interesting than the same old conference chat. A soft Scottish accent caught my attention and I immediately began scanning the room to see who had spoken. A good looking man with long dark hair sat at table close by with a blond woman. He was leaning back in his chair, a glass of red wine in hand while the woman talked about a wedding she had gone to. It was immediately obvious he was bored by the expressi...

"Let's play white people." Those were the words that started it. Wasula said them to Mato in bed one night while staring pensively up at the sloped ceiling of their tipi. "That's not funny," he told her. "I know," she responded. "I wasn't joking." Mato looked at Wasula askance. The two of them were recently married, and they had fallen deeply into lust with each other. They liked playing games with sex (the having-sex-outside game, the having-sex-with-mouths game, among others) and were looking for a new game. But this roleplay was not exactly what Mato had had in mind. His brow furrowed as he thought about the days and days he and his hunting party had spent hunting buffalo that were no longer there because the settlers had overhunted them. "What kind of fucked up game is that?" He exclaimed. "What do you want me to do, give you smallpox?" He made the last statement with tight-lipped grim humor. "No! I don...

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When our kids were grown and out of the house, Jan and I found ourselves sitting and watching TV on too many nights after work. Like many other couples, our lives had centered around raising kids. So, with those obligations done, there seemed to be a gap in our lives. Jan was very much into socializing. We did go out with friends occasionally. But, Jan really missed the numerous interactions with the kids and their friend's parents at after-school activities. Our jobs weren't helping her with her social needs, since she was working from home a lot. We still stay in touch with the kids, and we see them rather often. But, with the youngest now away at college, and the older ones out on their own, it just isn't the same. After about a year of this, we realized we needed MORE. Most of the friends we did go out with or invite over for dinner started to feel like part of the routines. It was somewhat different interacting with our peers instead of the kids. We just didn't f...

Saturday afternoon, I am laying on the bed, basking in the afterglow. I can feel Soy boy's cum leaking out of my well used ass. I hear the shower and try to stand up, my legs are a little shaky, and my ass is tender. I wobble my way to the bathroom, and find my best friend is already in the shower. I admire his smooth toned body as I enter, the warm water feels refreshing on my tired body. We kiss, and begin quietly washing each other. I am soaping Soyboy's chest, our mouths still attached, sensually kissing. I let my other hand slide down his tummy towards his little throbber. I am stunned as he stops me, "I am too sore, he moans apologetically." I kiss my friend gently, and then teasingly say "You only came five times so far." We chuckle, kissing as we wash, Soy boy, moaning in pain every time his little cock tries to grow. We finish up, as we dry off, we decide to watch a movie, and maybe order some food. Soy boy teases me as I walk to the living room. ...