Chapter Fourteen The revelation came on a Tuesday morning barely two, sex-free weeks later. I had left home for work at my usual seven o’clock leaving Caroline sipping tea in bed. The plan was for me to travel to Scotland that afternoon and stay in a hote...
Chapter Eight Three months later, towards the end of the spring term, I was at a party in a student house; the sort of open-door event that friends of friends are welcome to attend. The pain of losing Annabel had faded considerably, helped in no small par...
Chapter One Most cuckold stories begin something like ‘I’ve always wanted to see my wife being fucked by another man but thought it would never happen.’ My story is a bit different. Before we were even a couple, I knew what it was like to watch Caroline b...
Half an hour later I was back in my own house, luxuriating in a warm bath. The wonderful machine and incredible dildo had been wiped clean of my juices and the cover replaced. The basement looked as if the previous hour had not happened. The same could no...
Where did it all begin, my road to ruin? What was the first step on the path that has since led me into a career that has no place on a nice girl’s curriculum vitae? My grandmother has a number of sayings. Two of them seem to sum up my situation perfectly...
For those who haven't read Part 1, Penny and I are both in our early forties, married (though not to each other) and each of us has two teenage children. Penny is a highly educated professional and, I suppose, not really one of those women you would immed...
I am often asked where the inspiration for Penny’s Promiscuity came from. I have already admitted that there is a little of me in every chapter, and a great deal of me in one, but in the first instance Penny’s adventures were certainly helped by this stor...
Chapter Twenty-Eight There can be few more beautiful sights than the early morning sun rising slowly over the majestic and ancient city of Istanbul. Despite my current anxieties, my chest tightened with emotion as I stood on the balcony of the five-star h...
Chapter Twenty-Four Saturday morning dawned bright and sunny as if nothing had happened to darken our lives. The world still turned, the kids still needed taking to their sports activities and Amanda and I started the day as if the extraordinary events of...
Chapter Twenty Amanda was still fast asleep when I left the house very early the next morning after a sleepless night. She was still clearly exhausted, and the room’s faint smell of recent sex had turned stale. Even in the low light I could see that her c...
Chapter Fifteen If I ever needed proof of my wife’s genius as a psychologist, then the next few weeks provided it in bucket loads. However doubtful I had first been about the principle of separating Amanda, the sweet wife and mother from Mandy the whore,...
Chapter Ten The hour after Andy led me out of the room and into the waiting crowd passed in something of a daze. The study door closed behind us with a clunk, leaving Amanda alone to deal with the messy physical aftermath of her unexpected copulation. The...
Chapter Five It was late December and we had been invited to dinner at Andy’s house for his traditional Christmas party. It’s hard to convey just how exciting this invitation was. Only partners or prospective partners were ever invited into his home, so i...
I stared at the over-sized computer monitor as if transfixed. On the screen in front of me, a strikingly pretty blonde dressed only in sheer black hold-up stockings and high heels was bent over a large, expensive hardwood desk in a large, expensive wood p...
So, my career as a faithful husband ended and my life as an unscrupulous sexual adventurer began. For several days and even more nights, I felt terribly guilty about what had happened, not even trying to persuade my wife to have sex just in case she notic...
