Sex, off the rails - Sex Stories

Sex, off the rails

It was 9 p.m., Tuesday, the 22nd of June in Sacramento, California. Here, there's a married couple, with four delightful children. Albeit, they were not her kids, but the children of her husband's widow. The couple, their names being Bailey and Roman, were reasonably happy as a couple in their mid-thirties could be. Bailey, a thoroughly perfect wife in her physique, a statuesque blonde of five-foot-eight, was the dream girl of any man in his right mind. She weighed only 150 pounds, with long, flowing, red hair and an excess of cleavage. In fact, her breasts were quite large, an "E" cup, so large she often had to get her bras and shirts custom made. She had curves in all the right places, and a large, curved ass. She was a living example of perfection, and Roman couldn't believe he had wed her. She was a surprisingly loyal housewife who quit her job at the local hospital to support their kids at home and maintain the large, three story house. Bailey's vagina was quit tight, her ass even tighter, even after all her and Roman's sexual escapades; she was much more sex-driven that most women. Roman, like his wife, was quite the physical specimen. Standing at six-foot-two, he was a physical man with a strong physique. He had noticeably defined muscles in his legs and arms, as well as heavily defined pecs and abs; a full six pack so attractive girls often stared, completely captivated and in awe whenever he wore no shirt in public. He was also quite a hairy man. He had hair on his ...

... chest, stomach, toes, legs and even his scrotum. In addition, below the belt, Roman was quite a lucky man. His penis was substantially larger than average; it was about six inches flaccid, and erect it stood at close to a foot. Indeed, whenever he had an erection, it was nearly impossible to conceal. Roman was, like his wife, a sex machine. He could never seem to get enough and always lusted for his wife. Their sexual adventures were many, including: in a public park, their private pool, on the beach, and in an alleyway around midnight. Luckily, they were never arrested by police in public adventures (it's quite likely most officers just gawked in lustful envy of Bailey). That night, Roman came home in a tired frenzy. He had a hard day at his new job and was looking forward to relaxing. Bailey, who had worked all day maintaining the house and keeping the kids in line on their vacation day from school, was equally exhausted. This was their first conversation of the night. "Hey, baby." "Yeah, hey." "What's wrong with you?" "Everything. Work fucking sucks, baby. Why did I quit my old job? I was way better at construction than this stupid fucking office job. How do those moronic pencil pushers do this everyday?! I'm going insane after just a week!" "First off, you left because we both agreed that with me leaving the hospital, you needed to get a better paying job. Babe, with the economy how it is and all the college graduates looking for work, you are so blessed you got the job at ...