Let's face it, train journeys aren't usually a lot of fun. Unless you're on the Orient Express, and John was definitely not on the Orient Express. It was long and drab, and he was on his own, so there wasn't much to do but read the paper or work. He figured he worked enough the rest of the week, so he'd focused on the paper which he had now read pretty much cover to cover.The train pulled into a station for one of its few...

Three years later ...John was well within his rights to ask, as it goes in the song, "Well, how did I get here?" Here was, in this sense, handcuffed stark naked to a chair in their spare room whilst his gorgeous wife was being fucked hard by her young black lover in the bedroom - their marital bedroom - next door. He looked down sadly at his fully erect willy and sighed. He simply could not control it anymore. Each creak...

"Who is coming to this party then, that I know I mean," asked Jayne as she fixed her makeup."The usual suspects. None of the ones you like and most of the ones you don't. Including your favourite of course," replied John knowing full well what Jayne's response would be."Oh no, not Ben. He's such a pain. He's so boorish and he insists on 'flirting' with me. I've told him exactly what I think of him but he still keeps comin...

"Yes, yes that's definitely it," whispered John to himself. He placed his binoculars carefully on the wooden ledge that ran under the wide window of his bird hide and moved silently to his tripod mounted camera that was next to him. He made a few quick adjustments to shutter speed and focal length and then shot off a silent stream of shots to capture his target. He thought to himself about the times he'd tried to make jok...

John liked to wank. No, he really liked to wank. He wasn't so keen on wanking off, if you understand the distinction, because cumming left him feeling spent and deflated. He liked the journey far more than the arrival, so quite often he would stop and deny himself the final release. After some internet 'research' he'd discovered this was called edging and, as much as he liked doing it himself, it was far far better when J...

One of the things John enjoyed most was when Jayne, his wife for twenty years, gently held his willy in her left hand and slowly stroked it's underside with her right. If she was topless and in stockings then even better and if she could be persuaded to tease him and discuss his cuckolding fantasy at the same time then he was in dreamland. It didn't happen often. Not all of it anyway. Jayne was happy to do the stroking an...