Shaunreagh Stories

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Just Dessert

by shaunreagh on Sep 12, 2017
Loving Wives

Why did I let this happen? It wasn't the first time. It was the third, in fact. And of course she knew why. But why did she let him? He was forty-three, twenty years older than she was. Not as sprightly, as energetic, as effervescent, he said. As virile, even, he admitted. She was tied to the bed. He said that arousal was good for her. Kept her young....

The Daughter-in-Law

by shaunreagh on Sep 13, 2017
Loving Wives

Jim Dunkerly's daughter-in-law was what most of the community agreed was one of the prettiest brides the town had ever seen. She had looked, as one of the congregation at St Mary's had put it, 'like a million dollars', or, as one of the drunken rabble at the reception later had put it, with a leer, 'Good enough to screw a million ways!' In truth, Tracy Dunke...

Qatsu, the Maid

by shaunreagh on Sep 11, 2017
Erotic Couplings

Qatsu, (pronounced Kat-soo), was a foxy little Brazilian maid my wife employed to help with our first child. I was never sure who had the more baby-like looks, Qatsu the maid, or Bunny our child. It was a close run thing. Bunny had her good points, of course, don't get me wrong, but what Qatsu had that Bunny hadn't, was a deliciously appetising little body....

A Size Affair

by shaunreagh on Sep 12, 2017
First Time

This was crazy shit. My wife's best friend from way back when. Visiting. First time in ten years, maybe fifteen. Dork of a husband called Marvin, who earned more than me. Doll of a daughter -- first year at college, just turned 18 -- and I can't keep my eyes off the girl. But I'm old enough to be the kid's father. Soon as they came in the door I shook the r...

Next Door Neighbour's Secret

by shaunreagh on Sep 12, 2017
Group Sex

"What is the point of my being up here?" I asked, the whistles I'd got as I climbed the stairs still ringing in my ears. Should I have changed into slacks? "It's better," said Sam, host of the party, showing me into his parents bedroom. Wow, this was something else. Twice the size of ours. A bed three times as large. And it was round! I started to rethink...

Bridge with the Stauntons

by shaunreagh on Sep 12, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

This was bizarre! I had thirteen cards in my hand. I was dressed in my favourite little black dress, wore my best silk stockings and sheerest thong, no bra -- Brian's idea, ( fabulous idea that turned out to be!) -- and the man on my right, whom I had met for the first time tonight, and whom Brian was hoping would offer him a job if all goes well (tonight)...

Texas Share Experiment

by shaunreagh on Sep 16, 2017
Loving Wives

Bob had decided on the dress: short and black, spaghetti straps. The underwear: black thong, no bra. The stockings and shoes: self supporting, three inch heels. And the jewellery: a simple silver chain around my neck, and a tiny silver stud in the lobe of each ear. We stood at the bar. 'Do I know you?' asked the middle aged businessman in the pin-striped sui...

The Zipless ... Ironing, Bored

by shaunreagh on Sep 12, 2017
Erotic Couplings

She was nineteen years old, from Glaavorn in the far North of Sweden. Tall and blonde and beautiful. Blue eyed with golden skin. A young Nordic goddess. She stood at the ironing board pressing one of his shirts. It was her third week as au pair to the Corduffs, and the first time Corduff had stayed home. He had a cold. Or said he had. She finished the shirt...

Annette Goes Undercover

by shaunreagh on Sep 11, 2017
Erotic Couplings

He said we shouldn't work for the same company -- Graham, that's my husband -- to which he added, and this did NOT go down well with me, that I'd be rubbish as an undercover investigator in any case. Bloody cheek! But Mr Balfour, Graham's boss -- Balfour's Investigation Agency, 'Nothing too big for our close-knit team of highly trained professionals' -- said...

See, See - TV

by shaunreagh on Sep 12, 2017
Erotic Couplings

Mona was her name. She was our maid. Later, much later, (right at the end in fact,) Sal changed all that and she became, 'Our Little Guinea Pig'. Which is what brought matters to a head, as it were. A cold and stormy night it was, (the end), rain falling wetly in the yard, window frames rattling fit to burst. A terrine of iced gespachio was hurled at my he...