--- My desire for my husband's friend to take me was overwhelming. I craved his attention and wanted him to ignore the fact that I was married. But as the night dragged on, it became clear that he wasn't picking up on my lustful advances. Disheartened, I eventually gave up and went to bed, resigned to my unfulfilled desires. The room spun slightly, a carousel of dimming desire as I stumbled into the bedroom. The sheets we...

I edged closer to the neighbor's pool, heated and steaming as my heart pounding not with fury, but curiosity. There he was, my husband, broad-shouldered and sun-kissed from his days of carpentry, muscles taut as he moved with a primal rhythm I had never witnessed before. "Ah, damn, that's good," I heard her moan, the sound slicing through the thick air. "Like that?" His voice was husky, different. Commanding in a way that...

I wasn't exactly thrilled, but James seemed to be increasingly intrigued by the idea of watching me have sex with another man. He says he wants to be a cuckold. It began at the fruit stand near our house when a young man approached me. The exchange happened quickly, and I was far from cordial. "Man, you're looking nice. The finest thing on this fruit stand. Juicy too, I'll wager." The remark was audacious. "Pardon me! Wha...