I waited under the gazebo, the official behind me. I was excited as today I am getting married to someone I never thought would love me. I was a genius and wrote some of the most used software for big retail companies. They loved my work as it was extremely user-friendly and they could easily teach even their least qualified staff to use it. This meant I was rich. At twenty-three I was a multi-millionaire. It all sounds g...

We left for home, and I dropped Mia a block away. She kissed me softly, and put my hand on her little nipple. I rolled it as she pecked my lips again. I looked at her shirt and she arched her back so I could see her hard nipples push out. “Good, little boy. Very good.” She kissed my neck and blew on it, and I almost came in my pants. “Minx,” I muttered. “Yes, your minx.” “My minx. I will text you, mistress.” She kissed me...

I met Mia almost four years ago. I was standing on my driveway that day when Mia came. I had seen her walking by a lot, the school bus dropped her on the corner, four houses away. She then had to walk two blocks to her house, her route passing my house. I was always smiling at her. On the day we met, she got off the bus as I was looking at where the garden service had edged my lawn next to the driveway. She looked at me,...

James Hayley stood at the window, watching the rain make patterns on it. His wife’s car was leaving the driveway, turning into the road. She was on her way to a two-day out-of-state business meeting. James knew better, she was going to meet her lover, probably at a hotel less than fifty miles away. This was the second time in two and a half years that she had been unfaithful. The previous time, she begged for a second cha...

I am married to Judy, we were both twenty-seven. We have two kids already, two-and-a-half-year-old Jaden and eighteen-month-old Katie. Tonight, we are having dinner with Ken and Angela, they were Judy’s friends, and two years respectively older than us. Ken and Judy were at school together, he was a few years ahead of her. My sex life was mediocre. I was not pleasing Judy, and she let me know regularly. It started on our...

Harper was cleared of any wrongdoing provisionally, but she was aggressively told to move out of the home. She did not care that she was cleared as she begged Kristin to get Sean to talk to her and to keep Sean safe. She moved back to her parents. Sean moved back home, and Kristin moved in with him. She slept next to him every night, holding him as his nightmares ravaged him. Sean responded well to therapy, and his shrink...

Sean Morris loaded the last cake in his SUV. He had it fitted with special racks so he could deliver Harper’s cakes to four coffee shops on his way to work. He closed the hatch and looked at his scarred face reflected in the window. It had been six months since he escaped after seven weeks of hell. His body was mutilated, as was his face. Sean looked to the house, where his anchor, Harper was probably loading the oven aga...

My name is Jacob Lennox. I am married to Julie and had been for five years. I am a database engineer. The owner of the company I work for is Brad Reaver, and Julie is his secretary. He started TechFlow years ago with his wife, Skye. Brad is a typical boss, arrogant and self-centered, though he makes sure his staff is paid well. Skye and I never really see eye to eye and I assumed it was because she was married to the boss...

I am lying in my bed, in the guest room. My wife Leigh-Anne just shared the depravity my life is heading to: Victoria (my sixteen-year-old) ruling all the sex to be had, and me not getting to fuck my wife unless Brad Davis (a subordinate of mine) agrees. It seemed the triplets had a sexual explosion as well, and everybody was fucking everybody, except me. I had sensed something was off, especially with Victoria. I just ne...

My name is Simon Glenn. I am scarred, badly. During my first tour as a marine, I was captured by the enemy and tortured. My body is badly scarred from a madman with a machete, and my face also wore the worst scars. This earned me the unsavory nickname of Triple X. I was medically discharged because of the emotional trauma but later recruited by one of the alphabet agencies because I had developed an uncanny ability to ana...

I looked deep into Clarissa’s eyes. We were breathing hard, have both just exploded into orgasms. I dropped my face down and kissed her softly, then I started moving my hips again, feeling her tight wetness hugging my turgid member. I loved her deeply, and making love was the extension of our intimacy. Her hand went to the back of my neck, gently stroking that sensitive area as her lips found my carotid artery, her tongue...

I was stretching, ready for my daily run. It was Saturday morning. David, my husband was looking at my figure, I was hot and beyond at twenty-five, brown hair, green eyes, and a slim build with just more than a handful of breasts. My butt was tight like an athletes butt should be. David was admiring me, and I felt good. I felt happy, I would run to the park, and then get a fellow runner named Hank with a big cock to fuck...

My name is Jasmine Roussos, and yes there is Greek in my bloodline. I just turned sixteen today. I was angry. My sperm donor of a father had given me something I hated for my birthday. I had an amazing Bluetooth system, and he gave me a crappy one. I was angry and gave him shit all evening long. Most of it was pent-up anger. I remember the times my mother tried to get him to pick me up for a father-daughter time. She woul...

We finished the beer and made stupid jokes, laying in the bed of the truck. Jane also filled me in on what waited for me at the building site, so I started to prepare my thought process. Sunday morning, I called Bianca. “We are leaving at lunch, there is an issue with the flights. I am driving us.” “Okay, who is us?” “Jasmine and myself. She is just grateful. She also says having a truck will make it a lot easier getting...

My timing was out when I spoke to her. She had all the answers. “Bianca, you go to all these work functions, and you want to tell me spouses are not welcome at any?” “Ian, we work with top-secret government contracts. Sometimes things slip out, so we safeguard.” “Once a week?” “Are you accusing me of cheating, Ian?” she had a rather difficult temper. We had only been married a year. “No, but things feel different. If I do...