It was the second “Odyssey Group” party Ashley and Lucas had attended. Late thirties, contentedly married for a dozen years, they were happy sexually, but perhaps a tad restless, and of course like all the attendees, mainly in the same age group, were on their own sexual odysseys. At the first party, they had just looked on. There was plenty to observe: topless flirty wives, lusty groping, and some extramarital adjourning...

I can't wait till my divorce is final. My wife, the drunk cheating slut will be out of my life for good. I don't know what happened to us. It seemed like we were a match made in heaven twenty years ago. The last straw was when I caught her with two now-former friends. The bitch even had someone record it. I found the recording on Porn Hub. She had it in her browsing history, and I thought nothing of it as we both watched...

Dianne was feeling particularly good, she had just returned from a long week in North Wales where she was looking after a friend’s cottage. While she was there she had been gang-banged by a group of lusty Polish builders and discovered that her old friend was bisexual and kinky with it. She had enjoyed a marvellous week of uninhibited debauchery. The weather had been unexpectedly warm for Wales and Dianne had been able to...

Heading Out Katie was about to celebrate her fifty-fifth birthday, and she wanted help from her circle of girlfriends to make it special. She decided to rent a party boat from her friend Captain Mike, so her gals and his crew could set sail for a late afternoon and evening of fun and games at sea. She invited her similarly aged friends who knew how to have a good time, and arranged things with Mike so sex would be among t...

Stephen looks at me with a shy grin and waves the fob over the penthouse button, which lights up, and we begin to move upward. “So, Stephen, it’s pretty obvious you’ve been to the penthouse before. Do you have lots of ladies visiting you there? Stephen laughs and tells me, “Miss Nadine I go up here to study; I have never had anyone visit me here.” “Shall we try to have a nice evening, celebrating your birthday any way you...

It’s been a busy day. I wake to find Phil’s hard cock, laying on my ass, I just go ahead and take matters to the next obvious location. We both feel wonderful; I prepare something to eat. Phil, Paul, and I discussed how we can continue playing in a safe environment. The day has progressed so fast; I can’t believe in a few short hours I will sell my sexual services. It is so exciting, so erotic, to think that men would pay...

I'm so mad that I'm not listening to him; that moron nearly got me arrested for prostitution. I don't want to pay a fine, get arrested, or worse, have it featured on the evening news. I will never return to the hotel; I will not engage in this bullshit now that the cops are aware of me. I refuse to do it. Paul laughs as he drives down the street; it's a humorous laugh, not malicious as if he's outwitted me. I'm so angry,...

As soon as I finish speaking, Paul slams on the brakes and asks, "What do you mean appointment? What do you do with your body? Why would you require a bodyguard, for heaven's sake?” "Honey, you wanted me to see how others see me, and tonight I've had a real eye-opening experience," I say, reaching out and holding Paul's hand. "Paul, when I went to the manager's office, he accused me of working his hotel guests." Paul give...

As I grow older, I wonder if I still have it. Sure, we still go to the occasional swing party and have a great time, but we know these people, and of course, no one wants to hurt anyone's feelings. Paul, my husband, recognizes that I am not my normal happy-go-lucky self and begins the difficult process of finding out why I am down. I can’t help myself; my lover, friend, and forever partner is asking me why I am so down. I...

My grand tour continued around the Highlands and islands of Scotland. Unfortunately, I didn't see much because of the rain. Day after day, the mountains were shrouded in clouds. And the locals just shrugged their shoulders and said, "This is normal, dearie." South of the border, the weather dried up, and my time at Grasmere, in the Lake District, was spent in glorious sunshine. I wanted to visit William Wordsworth's house...