Birthday Sex

I was born at a young age, not that I necessarily remember it. Ever since I could remember I moved from family to family in the Oregon foster program. I never really knew who my parents were, I was offered to find out but I declined, as they never tried to contact me. Growing up I was the homely girl with the glasses and very plain clothes. Never drawing much attention I never really had many friends to speak of. A few would take pity on me occasionally but I would either be moved at the end of the school year, or they would just fade away. Rinse and repeat for 19 years. In high school I never had a boyfriend or been asked on a date much less to the prom. Still wearing plain clothes, most from Goodwill, my image stayed the same. By the time I graduated I was about 5'4" tall, 105lbs with mousey brown hair, and a 32A bra size. Always envious of the other girls that did develop I wished that I had but never seemed to. Everything else in puberty seemed to be on track, I was luck

A Swinging Affair Ch 1 Prologue -- How the Swinging began This chapter doesn't contain any actual sexual activity, but it introduces the protagonists and explains the basis for what follows "If I couldn't cook better than that, I'd cut my throat." said Alice. "If you couldn't cook better than that, I'd have done it for you." replied Andy. That exchange had taken place after a less than satisfactory meal had been eaten by the four couples who regularly dined out on the first Friday of every month, hence, the Friday Club. The members of this group were all of a similar age, in the mid to late forties, all of whom had known each other for many years, several dating back to school days shared together. They were all successful in business, and, having got their children off their hands to university or work, felt free to indulge themselves in regular dining where they could also catch up with local affairs -- networking, or gossiping, whichever you

I pull up to the beautiful two-story brick home with its manicured lawn. I park my black-on-black Honda Accord next to the red mailbox with "Evans" spelled out in black vinyl letters. Today is my co-worker Kevin's 40th birthday, and his wife Alexys is throwing him a pool party. The weather is perfect for an afternoon in Texas, with its bi-polar ass. One day you rocking tank tops, shorts, and cute sandals and, the next day - fuck you, put some clothes on bitch! I chuckle at the thought. I check out my gloss and hair in the mirror before grabbing my bag to open my door. I step out, freshly pedicured toes, with white polish in a pair of Gucci sandals leading the way, followed by my long legs and thick thighs. As I turn to close the door, I check myself out in the tinted window. The new lime green one-shoulder bikini is showing off my perfect breast under a cross wrap cover-up. Beep, Beep. My car locks as I stroll to the side of the house toward the backyard. Upon entering t