Free Adult Stories

Hopefully, you got a chance to read Part I of this series, swing-01.mf. With that information you will have a better idea of what has been going on and what to expect from the continuing saga of my wife's and my swinging experiences. Naturally, these are all fantasy stories and never really happened...or did they? Either way, they will make for some interesting reading and, if nothing else, are fun to write.

It was getting real close to Christmas and everyone was really getting into the holiday season. The weather that Saturday afternoon was really cold. The temperature had dropped below zero and the winds were pretty brisk.

Pat, my wife's sister, called about 2:00 p.m. and said she had been called into work and that her boyfriend, Joe, and she would not be able to make it over that evening. Pat said she had to work until 9:00 p.m. and she was going to have Joe bring over Sue's Christmas present. I already knew what Sue was getting, but it was to be a complete surprise to Sue. I was a bit disappointed that Pat wouldn't be coming over, also. Pat said that if the weather let up, she would try and stop by after work for a little bit. She had promised me a present, also. Pat said that I could have anything I wanted from her -- ANYTHING! I was going to pray for a heat wave...

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Posted by Me on 18-02-2007 13:39:45 | Permalink | Comments

I had two sexy looking teachers in my senior high school. Both had always skirt, stockings and high heel shoes. I used to spend lessons watching their shoes and legs. What a waste of hard-ons! I'm sure that both teachers noticed that I watched them, but that always felt better...What happened one day, is worth to tell. So let's return to that day:

"Shit, I hate these swedish-lessons". Yeah, I had lesson, but I wasn't there because of swedish-language. The other teacher was teaching structures of language, but all I wanted to look was her legs.

After schoolday I have to take bus to town. I missed that bus because my nice teacher picked me up. She offered to drive me home, because she lives nearby. How could I resist??

We chat something usual about my school and suddenly she asks:

"Why do you stare at my legs and shoes all the time?"...

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Posted by Me on 14-02-2007 22:44:03 | Permalink | Comments

When I first got my own apartment I was stuck. The apartment that I was getting was going to be occupied for two weeks after my first day on the job. I was in a real bind so I asked my parents if they knew anyone in Atlanta that I could stay with. They told me that they knew a couple that had a daughter named Sharon that lived in Atlanta that would probably put me up for the two weeks that I needed. When I first got off of the bus Sharon was there to meet me with her roomate Dawn. I hadn't seen Sharon in years. In fact the last time I saw her was when she was 13. When she was that old no one was really attracted to her, but now she was a knockout!

She was a tall and slender red head and was wearing a bikini top and a spandex miniskirt. Her bare legs were perfect and I could see that she had very well formed breasts. I walked up to her and told her who I was and I saw her nipples harden as soon as she began to look over my thick chest and arms (I work out almost religiously). She told me that her roomate was waiting back at her apartment and we got in her small car...

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Posted by Me on 13-02-2007 20:03:09 | Permalink | Comments

I had greatly enjoyed eyeballing Jenny, the lady who lived in the house behind us, every time I saw her. I found her very attractive, in kind of a simple, wholesome way. She was probably about 30 to 35 years old, 5 foot six, more or less, very slender, medium length, curly black hair, narrow, but well defined, hips, very small waist, and superb little tits. I'd often wondered if she looked as marvelous with her clothes off as I suspected.

One Tuesday afternoon, while the wife was off to her girl scout meeting, I was out in the back yard planning yet another gardening project when I happened to look up at the second story of Jenny's house, and what I saw was quite a surprise. Jenny was standing in one of the windows, her back toward the outside, and she was (as far as I could tell, since I could only see her from the waist up), wearing nothing at all. I found myself staring at that window, wondering if she might turn around. I thought about moving into a position with a better view, but was afraid I'd miss something. Besides, with so many trees in both our yards, I might not be able to find a better location. So there I stood, watching, waiting, wondering why she was just standing there. Her arms appeared to be crossed in front of her, and she wasn't moving, didn't appear to be talking to anyone, she just stood there, her pale skin bright against the darkness inside the room...

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Posted by Me on 12-02-2007 17:54:14 | Permalink | Comments