Ihonette's Gambit Ch. 02

Although, I have been happily married for well over 30 years, I have known from a very young age that I had, and still have, feelings for the male sex but have always been very confused over my true sexuality. My wife and I used to have a good sex life but in recent years this has become almost non existent as she finds it so very difficult these days. With more or less no sex life now, this set me on a different path in that although I love my wife so much, I need to relieve my own sexual desires. As a result, I started watching porn and increasingly Bi and gay and well as threesome films. Ultimately, I started to research places that I could attend away from home to satisfy my desires. I have now visited and continue to do so, a number of gay saunas and found this a way of getting my sexual relief. However, I often think back to my first man to man experience. One of which I will never forget and more-so wish it could happen all over again. Many years ago, I was self employed runni

My husband and I are a perfect match in every way except one. Long before we met, I had a relationship with another man with whom I didn't get marry. However, I had not been able to forget her good sexual equipment. Julian, on the other hand, has to settle for a small, thin member. And although I've never given any signs of missing a bigger cock, Julian has always known that it was so. He recently told me that he had been thinking about my old boyfriend and that he had found that he was turned on by the idea of another man, with a big cock of course, fucking me wildly. He explained his fantasy to me in detail and I got as excited as he was. One day during our vacation, we noticed a guy who was on the beach. He was staying at our hotel and my husband encouraged me to try hooking him up. I did it, and although he was better equipped than Julian, he was nothing to write home about. However, as we ate breakfast the next morning, Julian enjoyed listening to my tale full of pornogr

Ihonette Gambit Ch 2 ~Strudert The air stunk of piss, booze, and sweat as Strudert slumped heavily against the worn and chipped counter. Blurry eyed, drunk, and with the sound of the boisterous tavern drowning his sluggish thoughts, he felt no better. His day had been one shitshow after the other, and that was to say nothing about the week he'd had. He sighed, the sound coming out like a muffled groan from between his fat and chapped lips. His life had just become a constant tumble downwards, piling debts, an aging body, a... He slumped, slamming his head against the counter, causing the barkeep to give him a cross-look. "Ya okay?" The bushy-eyed man asked, wiping a mug. "Yeah," Strudert replied, still not feeling any better as he plopped his balding head back onto the counter. "By the gods, I miss adventuring," he muttered. ~Ihonette "By the gods," the wagon-driver groaned, tightening his grip on Ihonette's head as a shudder ran through