As we walked across the basement toward the stairs, my niece Stormi looked at the bar and asked, “I’ve never tried wine before. Can we have some with dinner, Uncle Pete?” “I uh… I think you had enough today.” “Please? Just one glass?” It was nearly impossible for me to refuse the sexy young redhead anything. I sighed and answered, “Okay. Get a bottle of red from the bar. Red goes with meaty lasagna better than white.” “Th...

(Ken) I’d lived most of my life in or near LA, so I was a big Dodgers fan. At the end of the sixth inning, they were down five runs to two. I was a little depressed until my wife Valery walked into the living room wearing her sexy green and orange Oktoberfest dirndl dress. The top elevated her moderate bosoms and thrust them out, like offering me oranges on a tray. I fondled them as she kissed me. Then she reached under h...

As I turned on the TV in the basement, I noticed Stormi taking another beer from the bar fridge. She poured it into her glass, which was nearly empty. Most of the ice had melted. I said, “Bring me a beer too, and remember to put ice in your next one.” I’d told her only two beers, but me getting her drunk and taking advantage of her wouldn’t be an issue. She’d tried to screw me the previous night and gave me a blowjob an i...

I woke slightly hungover. I was lying on my side, with my chin touching my niece Stormi’s navel. I opened one of my eyes and immediately regretted it, as a couple of pubic hairs touched my eyeball. I blinked rapidly then closed it, trying to stay still so that I wouldn’t wake her. I could feel a blanket covering us from my knees down to her knees. Or up to her knees? My blurry mind was unsure. I felt her breath warming my...

In the middle of my niece Stormi’s high school graduation, it began to sprinkle. As usual, the ceremony was held outdoors at the football field. I’d received my own diploma there a decade and a half earlier. There was only a slight drizzle at first and I felt just a drop or two per minute. I was sitting quite a distance from my relatives. My two older brothers and I still got along fine. They were happy I’d babysit their...

After a shower in the en-suite bathroom of the downstairs bedroom I slept in occasionally, I threw on a robe and went to change clothes in the bedroom we usually shared. I loved my husband, I truly did, but things were complicated. When Ken shouted my name, “VALERY!”, I knew I was in even deeper shit than before. I prayed silently as I slowly walked toward the kitchen. He was sitting at the table with Emma, a beautiful ch...

I inherited quite a bit when my parents passed away in a tragic accident. I was suddenly wealthy, but with few friends and no living relatives I was quite lonely. I met my wife Valery online and rescued her from death by boredom. She was more than eager to get out of the sleepy little farm town. The exciting news of the year was a boy putting a jacket and winter hat on his dog. There was a picture on the front page of the...

- I arrived in the small town just before midnight. The only place still open that sold food was a run-down convenience store. I grabbed a bottle of iced coffee and a small bag of cookies for the energy I knew I’d need in the morning. As I looked around, the elderly clerk said, “We close in ten minutes.” It was rainy out and my cheap motel room didn’t even have a microwave oven, so I hoped to find one of those self-heatin...

(Gerald) We loved our son Jonathan dearly, but having him in the house greatly complicated our sex lives. For the next few months, my wife and I had quickies with Chloe three or four nights a week. We’d make an excuse to go to the guest house or Chloe would find a reason to go in our bedroom with us. One night we went to the basement and ‘did laundry’ for an hour or so. I got long solo sessions with my new Mistress on the...

Long ago, I decided that success in business was much more important than dating or family. My decision paid off in a big way. My startup was a bigger hit than I had dared to dream, and a huge conglomerate offered me an obscene amount of money for it. After I sold my company and retired at the ripe old age of thirty-two, the next day was even more unusual. I woke up at 5:58, two minutes before the alarm. I shaved, showere...

(Rochelle) By the time I returned to the living room carrying my red pumps with four-inch heels, Chloe was having another small orgasm. She moaned, “UMMMMM! That’s a good pet, Germ! Ooooh! So good! Let’s see how well Roach does it.” I held the shoes out and objected, “But I don’t like the taste…” She whispered in my ear, “If you want to keep him, this is your chance.” She moved back a little and put the shoes on. As she s...

(Gerald) As I gave my speech at the Maritime Archaeology conference, I stared at pretty Emily in the fourth row. She was wearing a tight white blouse and the shape of her black bra could be seen through it slightly. I also liked that she had her shoulder-length blonde hair in pigtails, making her look even younger and cuter. “…and the French gunnery was so poor that instead of firing a warning shot, they actually hit the...

(Gerald) My wife Rochelle shut off the 6:15 alarm and started getting dressed. She reminded me, “I’m taking Jonathan to a soccer game after school. We should be home around six.” I sleepily mumbled, “Okay. Have a nice day.” “You too, Gerald. See you tonight.” I volunteered at the museum and didn’t have a set schedule. I usually left home around 8:30 am. I pulled the sheet over my face to block the early morning sun and po...

When Chloe moved in Monday afternoon, my son Jonathan was at a friend’s house down the street and Gerald was at the museum. Instead of using a moving van, a friend dropped her off in our driveway. She was only carrying a backpack and one suitcase. I felt sorry for her. I’d hate to be poor and have so little. “Hi, Mrs. Anderson.” I said, “Hello again, Chloe. Since I’m not your teacher anymore, you can call me Rochelle. Fol...

My first name is Rochelle, but my students call me ‘Madame Anderson’. I only teach French three days a week and occasionally substitute for the English department. My family is quite well off, and we don’t need to work, but I enjoy helping young minds develop and blossom. My husband, Gerald, used to be a history professor and volunteers as an archivist at a museum to occupy his time. He loves ships and the ocean but jokes...