Stories by wholepunch
As soon as the weather starts to get really grim in London, Lizzie and I head for warmer climes if we can. It’s not every year we can manage it, but with our ability to work from anywhere these days, we usually get at least a month abroad.At the end of 2023, we decided to go and find some...
Lizzie and I often spend a few weeks somewhere warmer than the UK during winter (which is just about anywhere) and we’re just back in London – I have plenty of new adventures to share, but as we were exploring our fantasies over the last few days, which is a topic I love and encourage Lizzie to...
We knew that Rio was going to be at the 40th party for Lizzie's friend, Dee.Dee and Lizzie had been close for many years and it was Dee who had introduced Lizzie to Rio all those years ago. They hadn't lasted long, little more than a year, but, as Lizzie often tells me (well, whenever I ask)...
Although we'd like to see them more often, we don't seem to manage dinner with Lizzie's first manager and his wife. Robert has been retired for 5 years now, so we have no contact through work functions any longer and, as Robert and Margaret lived a good distance from us since moving to the peace...
Lizzie and I generally keep our unorthodox activities away from our home. We know couples who have a similar lifestyle who have lived to regret letting strangers know where they live and, of course, we don’t want to give our neighbors too much cause for concern.This event, therefore, was...
I’m not particularly keen on beaches. I find it hard to relax around so many other people and inevitably I manage to burn regardless of how much sunblock I apply. Lizzie, on the other hand, will happily flop onto a lounger in the full glare of the sun, rotating now and then to make sure her tan...
We recently returned from three weeks in Jamaica. a favorite destination for us but this time we stayed at a fairly exclusive, adults-only resort we had not stayed at previously. The location - near Montego Bay - was stunning and the weather was perfect throughout our stay. We had deliberately...
The continued story of Vero, the wife of @jacquesLess than 6 months later, Vero snapped out of her reverie to find herself on the final approach to Douala international airport, Cameroon. She was seated next to her husband of 3 months, Jacques, who she had met while working as a bar hostess...
## More about Vero, @jacques wife ##Vero had fully adjusted to her life working at the bar. She was making more money than she ever had and was able to put some by, aiming to save enough to put toward a place of her own.She had become popular and had many regular customers. Vero had earned a...
##Another chapter about Vero, the wife of @jacques ##Vero allowed the stranger to lead her quickly through the bar. On reaching the door Vero stopped, realizing that she hadn't spoken to Jacqueline. Leaving the man impatiently at the door, she hurried off to the office behind the bar and found...
## Continued adventures of Vero - the wife of @jacques ##As Vero rested her head with her seat reclined almost flat, she kicked her shoes off and stared at the seemingly glacial process of the tiny computer-generated plane on the screen in front of her, inching towards Cameroon. Closing her...
## This is a story for @jacques by request. Vero is his wife. Jacques, I hope you enjoy it ##At this height, the sky was a perfect Azure, the puffy white clouds seemed to be far below, and the land impossibly further. There wasn’t much to see from her window seat, but Vero knew that even had...
The next morning we slept late, it had been a very busy day yesterday. We had planned to go to the beach but after a leisurely breakfast, we decided we’d have a lazy recovery day by one of the resort pools, in fact about 50 yards from our room, overlooked by our balcony.I put on some swim...
The weather when we landed was perfect, 29 degrees, a beautiful, clear day that you only seem to notice on holiday. We were tired from the flight, both of us having been perhaps a little too active for the first hour or so, and then restless and unable to fully relax (please see the story "the...
in the summer of 2012, Lizzie and I traveled to our nearest giant, out-of-town "retail experience" to shop for clothes. To be honest, I was there as a pack mule and driver, but I quite enjoy these trips if for no other reason than I get to see my wife trying on a lot of outfits, some of which...
In 2004 we were on a plane, leaving cold and damp London for 3 weeks in the Caribbean. We were staying in St. Lucia but were planning to travel around a bit - it was the first proper break from our busy working lives we had managed in years so we were both happy to go with the flow.We knew...
Some time ago I went for a “boy’s weekend” with a small group of friends. It was something the same group of people, with the odd fringe addition or removal, had done every year for about fifteen years, and although we may not have seen each other in person from one year to the next we use a...
Five or six years ago Lizzie and I went through a phase of indulging in pick-up fantasies - you know the sort of thing - we'd arrive at a bar separately and role-play the traveling exec or the lonely salesman on the road, ending up in a room fucking our brains out. Since we're also, as anyone...
## please note that although there is no cuckoldry in this recounting, it is relevant to later memoirs I shall post shortly! ##Lizzie, my wife, has had a deeply erotic link with exhibitionism and its flip side, voyeurism, for as long as I have known her. She can trace the origins of this...
A fictional sequel to the story of my wife being made to cum by a stranger, inspired by comments on that story :)Lizzie and I emerged into the open air and thanks to the streetlights, as we walked to the car I could see she was very flushed. She took my hand and we walked at a brisk pace to...
