Paul and I have been married for twenty-five years, and the routine of our life was set in stone long ago. On Sunday afternoons, he would spend time in the family room reading the newspaper or watching whatever pro sports were on. Occasionally, I would jo...
Sherry and I had been married for nineteen years. We had always had a decent sex life, but each year we fucked less and less. It had gotten to the point that we only did it on special occasions: anniversaries, New Year's Eve or Valentine's Day. Over a gla...
Every night we would get out the binoculars and scan the neighbor's driveway in an attempt to catch him washing his car once again. It took a couple of weeks, and we nearly gave up, but eventually, we found him outside. Rebecca had picked out a pair of ti...
This is a true story from about fifteen years ago. I have changed the names of those involved; you will understand why! As an HGV driver, I do not get home very often during the week as I am usually away in different parts of the country. I do not normall...
Boxing day, and I wake up with a feeling I recognised oh so well. I pull back the duvet, and looking back at me with a huge smile, Tracey gives me a wake-up blow job. Tracey finishes me off, swallowing every drop, then goes to make coffee while I shower....
Fun fact: I've written this one only a day apart from 'Mirror, Mirror' which is the complete opposite of this story. I always find it shocking how my mind can swing from one extreme to the other. Certain people in my life are really lucky that sometimes w...
As I walked to the restroom from the bar, I stopped and looked back at my wife. The dim light of the surroundings provided the perfect ambiance. She had never looked more beautiful. Not only was she beautiful, but so damn sexy as well. If she had not been...
The message for the day started with, "Returning customer. Timid." I hadn't expected that. The message was quite short, but clear enough. Not much preparation was needed. I only had to be there on time. That wouldn't be difficult. Seeing her still being c...
1:45 Friday night, no, Saturday morning. I’m sitting in my living room reading, soft jazz on the stereo. It’s warm here in Silicon Valley in the last week of August. Front door is open, letting in whatever breeze the bay has to cool things down a bit. I l...
I was reviewing where we were in our sexual adventure. It seemed to me that in a couple of months, Sally and I had progressed a long way. Firstly, there was the simple fact that Sally wanted to meet guys in a social way. Then we had the slutty clothes bei...
On the first day in her new job, Sally texted me shortly after I got to work. She explained that she would like to get together at lunchtime as the job involved a uniform to wear and she needed to offload some clothes as she had not brought her gym bag wi...
After the dancefloor incident, our sex life which I thought was already at the top of its game, moved up another notch. Sally has added the ‘I’m a worthless slut’ persona to the list of our bedroom games, and I’m a total sucker for it. This allows us to c...
For the next month or so after our shower was fixed, we had sex every day and twice or three times on weekends. Sally was constantly talking about the fantasy visit from the plumber and the story changed a little more each time. Before the week was out, s...
Jess had made another friend. She was an acquaintance of Alexis at Art School and had joined them on some of their shopping trips. Apparently, they had really hit it off. I had yet to meet her new friend but Jess was talking about her incessantly. All I h...
I told him the truth. “You’re the only reason I came to the reunion.” “You know, I didn’t think I could want anyone as badly as I wanted you back then,” Chase admitted, flashing me that brilliant smile I’d fallen in love with ten years ago. “But I want yo...
