The breeze from the ocean gave the night air a fresh salty scent. As we walk out of the restaurant it rejuvenates us both from the stylish cigarette smoke that a few still insist on breathing. We both breathe in deep, then cast an anticipating glance at each other. An eager smile forms on our faces simultaneously. “We’ll come back for the car later,” I remark as we head towards the beach. The evening’s events were unfolding perfectly. Continue: Fetish Sex Story - At The Beach
As the wheels to the plane touched down, Fred O’Connor reached up to the over head bin and hauled down his one carry on piece of luggage. “Home a day early,” he thought to himself, “boy will Sylvia be surprised to see him!” He grabbed a hack in front of the terminal and gave the driver his address in Northbrook, an upper middle class suburb twenty miles north of Chicago’s loop. It had been a grueling trip, four cities in three days, and it felt good to be home! The cab stopped in front of his split level, and Fred was in such a good mood he tipped the driver and extra tenner!!! He couldn’t wait to get inside and give Sylvia the good news about his trip, big sales to two of his regular customers, and a pretty nice one to a guy he had been working on for over a year! As he strode up the walk to his front door, he was a little bit puzzled that the house was dark, it was only ten p.m., and both cars were in the garage, so she must be at home. Continue: Cuckold Husband Story - Home Early