The following week passed uneventfully. Perhaps the only novelty was that I was more excited than usual. In the previous weeks, I knew that, on Friday, I would have the chance to make love to Mary and release my pent-up desire. However, knowing that the following weekend I wouldn't be able to have that chance made me want it even more. Also, I suddenly realised that Matthew had said he would be away for two weeks, but it...

Today was a new adventure for John. He had managed to convince his thirty-year-old wife, Cecelia, to accompany him to a nude beach. This trip was the culmination of a few years of his attempts. Cecelia sat next to him in the car, her bare feet propped on the dashboard. She wore her long, black hair loose, trailing over her shoulder, and she sat quietly looking out the window. “You sure you’re ready for this?” John asked....

My wife and I live just outside of New York City. About 10 years ago after a successful year in business we decided to purchase a vacation home in the outer banks of North Carolina. We wanted warmer weather and it was only a seven hour drive. Our children were young and my wife would spend most of the summer there. It started our first summer, With a small beach house right on the ocean, we didn’t have a ton of space. Aft...

My wife Marissa and I have been together for almost a decade. Trust. Passion. Curiosity. Those three things shaped our relationship from day one. We’ve always been open about our fantasies — sometimes whispering them into each other’s ears after sex, sometimes confessing them over a bottle of wine. One fantasy kept coming up more often than the others: what if we shared each other? Not cheating. Not secrets. But something...

Ethan waited until after dinner to bring it up. They were sitting in the living room, the remnants of takeout containers scattered across the coffee table, the TV humming low in the background. Leah had just curled up on the couch, glass of wine in hand, wearing soft cotton shorts and a hoodie too big for her. A few strands of hair had fallen loose from her bun, framing her face with an effortless softness. She was beauti...

Sunlight filtered through the curtains. I watched Chas sleep as I had done for over an hour. When she woke up, we needed to talk. All my careful planning was gone. How could I possibly have thought that a few days here, with no outside influences and unlimited sex, would cure this need, this hunger for her? A few hours in her company, plus amazing sex, had sealed my downfall. I had to face reality, no matter how it stung....

I sighed after I unlocked my front door and walked into my house. Being a flight attendant was not an easy job. I had been away from my home for more than a week. This was my sanctuary. Now I had three days to myself before reporting back to work, and I was going to take advantage of it by not doing a fucking thing. I wheeled my suitcase into the living room, then ran back to my car and pulled out a bag of groceries and t...

Today was a new adventure for John. He had managed to convince his thirty-year-old wife, Cecelia, to accompany him to a nude beach. This trip was the culmination of a few years of his attempts. Cecelia sat next to him in the car, her bare feet propped on the dashboard. She wore her long, black hair loose, trailing over her shoulder, and she sat quietly looking out the window. “You sure you’re ready for this?” John asked....

My wife Marissa and I have been together for almost a decade. Trust. Passion. Curiosity. Those three things shaped our relationship from day one. We’ve always been open about our fantasies — sometimes whispering them into each other’s ears after sex, sometimes confessing them over a bottle of wine. One fantasy kept coming up more often than the others: what if we shared each other? Not cheating. Not secrets. But something...

Ethan waited until after dinner to bring it up. They were sitting in the living room, the remnants of takeout containers scattered across the coffee table, the TV humming low in the background. Leah had just curled up on the couch, glass of wine in hand, wearing soft cotton shorts and a hoodie too big for her. A few strands of hair had fallen loose from her bun, framing her face with an effortless softness. She was beauti...