[In a chat room, a 60 year old wife told me the brief outlines of something she'd done much earlier in her marriage. I hope I've captured the essence of her story here.] I was 38, a mother - always faithful to my wonderful husband of 8 years. I had managed to keep my figure together. I still can't believe I did this. Jake was the organizer of the conference I attended at the Joule Hotel in Dallas and, by chance, I sat at...

Noam and Martha arrived in town and needed to charge their Tesla before they checked into their hotel. He pulled in at the far end of the row of futuristic charging ports and got out to plug in the cable. When he reopened the car door, his wife had already pulled her boobs out of her open top. Her panties were on the floor. He unzipped before he climbed in behind the wheel. She finished with his belt and tugged his jockey...

Later that summer, I was home alone with Leena while our folks were at work. We had continued to have sex from time to time, while she still dated Marcus. Nasha had even learned how to give me a BJ. People often remarked how we didn't fight any more. Little did they know. We were sitting on the downstairs sofa. I was expecting to be dipping my dick again into that forbidden cunt. As we kissed, Leena's hand fumbled with my...

"Your sister is damn hot, Joe," Marcus told me across our chess board. Leena had turned sixteen while I was away at school. "I know," I replied. "Just keep your hands off her. She's only sixteen." "Hands? Hell, I've already fucked her." I threw the chess board, pieces and all at him and started to climb over the table to beat his ass. Marcus stepped back. "Hold on, shitface," he said. "She wasn't even a virgin." I felt my...

Kyle was in a hurry to get to work that morning, and once again, Jessie pondered her frustration at his seeming loss of interest in her. "Bye Jessie, see you tonight." "Bye Sweetie" Kyle closed the door behind him and Jessie stood there in her robe wondering what had changed. Another night, another morning when somehow, she hadn't had sex with her husband. Last night he stayed up watching sports news and this morning he w...

===Abby=== This is not the sort of half-baked thing you just up and do. In fact, it took a few weeks for the yeast to cause the bread to rise. And then there was the research. This all happened when Brittany and I were juniors at our school in upstate New York. Looking back, the event that planted the seed occurred when a senior we knew was arrested—for prostitution! Sheila always dressed a bit slutty, but nobody guessed...

===Abby=== I was sitting on the sofa with my mom, Sissy, having some girl talk. We actually didn't have a lot of girl-talk when I was still in high school - just the usual, birds and bees, being careful, and getting me an IUD even when I was still a virgin. But somehow, now that I was in college, she felt more relaxed about the subject of sex. At least, my sex life, not hers. "I guess you're pretty tight with Ned," she as...

===Roger=== It came about that both Heidi and I were alone one weekend due to our spouse's travels. I had to get down to the beach house to open it up for spring and summer. It seemed only logical to ask her to "help", so to speak. We could spend the whole weekend together. ===Heidi=== Despite our ongoing affair, we had never spent the night together, always being careful to return home from whichever house we had used. I...

===Roger=== I'd been working at MakeAFace.com for a year or so when Heidi was hired. The company was growing fast and she, and earlier I, were among a number of new web developers our expansion required. I was a coder and she, an accomplished graphic artist, though we each had skills in the other's area. I'll have to admit, Heidi was not a stunning beauty and she didn't particularly catch my attention at first. At maybe 5...

Fran proved once again what a troublemaker she is. "Do you think our guys are doing what we do, you know, bar pickups and all?" "I don't know. I suppose it's possible," I replied. "Maybe even likely, I suppose." "I've been thinking, Nance." "Uh oh," I joked. "We could test them. It could be fun," she continued. "Oh?" "What if we tried to seduce them? You know, each other's man." In momentary shock, I said, "Are you kiddin...

Though both of our hubbies traveled a lot, Fran and I couldn't get together that often. This evening, I drove over to Fran's place dressed in my favorite short red skirt and a skin-tight black pullover. Fran had come to expect me without underwear, and tonight was no exception. When she came to the door, she looked at my protruding nipples, handed me a glass of rose, and grabbed hers off an end table. Fran wore a see-thro...

By the time the Crabfest rolled around a year later and as generous as we had been with our bodies, Mateo and Santiago had lost interest in Francesca and me, two older 30+ ladies. I had been a faithful wife for an entire three months, if you don't count reliving the fun with those boys with my fingers and a beer bottle or two and several nights with Fran. "Hey Nance, wanna check out the Crabfest again?" she proposed as we...

I told you I was done with the Candy on Candy series, but I got to thinking readers might be interested in a conversation I had with Sean on our third or fourth rendezvous at the no-tell motel. I'd gone to the bathroom to get a wash cloth to wipe myself off after our romps that night. We were lying naked next to each other on the bed chatting. Sean asked me, "How old were you the first time you had sex?" I told him I was...

We met Jody and Eliot at a party and hit it off enough to do an occasional show with them, sometimes after meeting for dinner. We shared a common interest in theatre. They had told us it was a second marriage for them both, but not much else. Then one day Jody and I were having lunch at my place. She told me this sad story with a happy ending. OK, I filled in some details and told it in order, though it came out in pieces...

"Hi Nance. Want to go to the crab festival tonight? Lots of good bands." It was Francesca, a new friend as of three or four weeks ago. "Our men are away. We shouldn't be locked up the whole time." We bought our beers and found a table in the beer tent, where a sixties cover band was playing. The dancing was going strong and, lacking male companions, Fran and I danced enthusiastically for two songs. When we rejoined our be...