Lilla might have been too shy to wear her new suit to the beach, but the beach was not her actual destination. She was on her way to Fred and Sally’s house, merrily talking to herself out loud. Not an actual conversation, just role-playing snippets of sexual fantasies with the couple. She’d use a low voice to mimic Fred giving her a command and a pitch higher than her own to impersonate Sally. She felt happy. She felt fre...

As July Fourth approached the humid Gulf coast heat was already overbearing. The beach, Lilla’s near-daily refuge from a sad home life, lacked any hint of a breeze and pushed her early to the shaded Wharf Bar for her regular glass of Chardonnay out of sight of her husband. The wharf was packed. Faces turned her way. A few men gave her that admiring nod they sometimes do but she knew she must be a sight. Her hair was piled...

I let him kiss me. When I do that, when I let a man kiss me and I like it, I kiss him back in escalation and give him my tongue. I can’t seem to help myself. If he joyfully takes my tongue and selflessly gives me his in return the sensation sends emotions cascading over the full length of my body and I am done in.Sensations elicit emotions.Of course, there had to be some emotion already or I would not have permitted that...

Never in a million years could I have imagined being where I was, inches from the face of a petty younger woman, coaching her on deep-throating a cock, her second cock in a row. The first had been my lover Peter's, now her husband Jon's. Never in a million years. After Peter made a mess of her, I kissed her again, the third passionate kiss of the first woman I had ever really kissed. Amazing. Never in two million years. T...

In the encroaching darkness, Bald Mountain loomed ominously, appearing impossibly close. The steep ski trails, each one an intimidating challenge to my intermediate skills, spilled down the sides of Baldy's peak as if white sauce had been ladled over a giant mound of chocolate soft serve. It foreshadowed our walk as Peter and I crossed the condominium complex to join two swinger couples for dinner, and perhaps more, at th...

I stacked my plate on Tom’s and began clearing the table. “Tomorrow is a training day. I need to be at the office by 7 am and I can’t be late,” I lied, setting the foundation of an excuse for refusing sex later, again. ”Uggh, This new job is consuming you, Blu...and it’s killing me...so long since we last fucked,” he said with a weak smile that somehow rendered the complaint pathetic. “It’s Monday, you’ll be watching the...

My long-time secret affair with Peter finally surfaced last summer and we both separated from our spouses. Our first extended time together was a winter vacation to Sun Valley where we rented a condo for two weeks. It was exhilarating to be out in the open with each other without awkwardly bumping into friends from our married lives.     For almost ten years our main goal during our limited opportunities had been to have...

I met him yesterday morning on the beach. He was tan and attractive and struck up a conversation with me as easily as an old friend. We talked about everything but ourselves. I began to feel sexy in my bikini. It's been so long. I had a strong desire to submit. In the afternoon I went with him to his place and we had sex.His cock was about average length, somewhat thicker but so very hard. I liked the feel of it in my mou...

It was only our third time together and already I liked giving this man blow jobs. At least those were the thoughts I was having as we cuddled on the couch with my head lying on his chest. His strong heartbeat was almost back to normal. Hearing it was keeping my own heart fluttering rapidly.Just a few minutes earlier he was fucking me like he was some sort of savage king. He made me feel like his harlot as I lay on my bac...

Even for Alabama it was a hot day in May. I had no awareness of soccer really, football dominated the south, but my boyfriend had gone home for his grandfather’s funeral so I tagged along with a couple of girlfriends to an exhibition game with a visiting Italian team. I was a junior in college and had been having sex with my boyfriend most of the year. Things were pretty serious. Though Catholic I was on the pill. It was...

My hands were gripping the rails of the headboard, my knees and elbows braced for the sting of another hard slap on my ass. My face was buried in the pillow with my ass high in the air for Darren, my new lover. He ran his hand over my round bottom, soothing the redness from the vigorous spanking he just delivered. I turned my head to look at the image of us in the mirror: me prostrate with the hanging globe of my nearest...

Away Naked At Darren’s insistence we remained naked all four days. At first I objected. My pendulous breasts at their proud youngest had never been perky and now seemed to me like next day party balloons. You know, still inflated just no longer pressing against the ceiling of a room but levitating a few inches below. I feel self conscious without some support. “I love to watch your breasts sway, their softness you know,”...

Things got complicated at home so I escaped to Florida. It wasn’t just the sex between George and me and our partner-swapping neighbors, Mary and James, but when other couples and even the occasional stranger were brought into the mix things just seemed to spin out of control. Don’t get me wrong I loved it, especially at first, but then the overwhelming emotions of jealousies and competition almost became an inhibition to...

I like being the center of attention. I know I’m selfish that way. Oh, I admit I like having sex with other couples. It’s great to have the sustained all night sex brought on by the excitement of swapping and sharing, and it’s great to have the touch and taste of another woman at times, but somehow the sex is always more reserved then if I’m alone with one man or better yet, two men. Women tend to be more guarded around o...

I guess my exhibitionist streak began in college when I stood on a coffee table at a fraternity party and danced. I blamed it on alcohol. In truth the alcohol was just the excuse that set me free. Before that night I was shy and spent my freshman year and the first two months of my sophomore year making friends and having fun but being unavailable to guys. That was really OK. I was no virgin but my boyfriend went to a dif...