“Do you want to fuck me?”The situation is reminiscent of how my little confession started. I’m lying on my back on the bed with my legs spread and the laptop pointing at me. Back then my secret admirer stood outside, peeping in through the window. Now Mark is of course my secret lover, but for the moment he’s back outside, looking in.But this week is also different. It’s the first time in many months my husband’s work abr...

While I was in Orlando, I received eight videos, four from Catherine featuring her regular performances, and four from the self-styled Chase I. Tyturp, chronicling Catherine’s infidelity.The videos from Chase were curious indeed. Whereas the first had been grainy and the people in it almost indistinguishable, the four I received while in Orlando where all good quality.There was one in particular that fascinated me. There...

My body quivers with excitement, and not only because I’m on my knees in the bedroom with my husband’s cock in my mouth. Not even because there’s someone else in the house. The God Botherer is waiting in the kitchen.Perhaps I should explain. The God Botherer is what John calls his personal assistant in private, though to her face and publicly he calls her Ms. McLeod or, on rare occasions, Charlotte. I find her rather swee...

“Your wife is an unfaithful whore.”The message has been sent to my work inbox. The most remarkable thing about it is perhaps that it bypassed the attentions of my normally so reliable PA, Ms. McLeod, who does such a good job of scanning incoming messages. PA is in this instance perhaps a euphemism for general dogsbody, but Ms. McLeod performs her duties assiduously.I don’t know how other men would react to receiving such...

Now that I am officially a scarlet woman, at least to myself, any inhibitions I have left are evaporating fast. All I need remember is the need for caution. My darling husband John must never know that there is anyone but him that drives me to new heights of sexual abandon, and nobody else must suspect. And yet, I have ideas; ideas that will lead into ever-riskier territory.At lunch I find a secluded spot where I can brin...

It’s Monday and I’m just packing up to leave work when my mobile goes off. When I see it’s Catherine, I’m caught between elation and apprehension. The latter because she’s never phoned late afternoon like this, and I’m hoping nothing bad’s happened.“Mark,” I say, not wanting any of my colleagues to hear me say her name.“Hello, Mark,” she says, putting me instantly at ease. Her voice is soft and seductive, and that indicat...

It’s Sunday, six o’clock in the evening, and my husband John has just left for the airport. This week he’ll be working in Lucknow, India.As always, I’m feeling that illicit thrill that I always feel the moment he’s gone. I feel guilty too, because I’m already thinking of this evening, and how my secret admirer, Mark, will be here to watch me record the first of the week’s videos for John.I don’t know if he’ll be here, of...

I feel dreadfully wicked.It’s Monday, and John, my husband has left to work abroad for a week. As I’ve explained, he works alternate weeks abroad and alternate weeks in the UK.I’m always glad when John’s home, of course I am. I love my husband, and when he’s home everything is wonderful. So why do I feel this thrill now that he’s left for St. Louis in the United States?I feel this thrill because this evening I will perfor...

I know he’s there, even if he isn’t.What I mean is that I can never know if he’s there, but he’s so real in my mind that he’s always there when I perform.Oh dear, I’m not explaining this very well, am I?It’s like this. My husband, John, spends every other working week abroad. I’ve never had any reason to imagine that he’s been anything other than completely faithful to me, but at the same time I’m a realist. I know that t...

“I think you’re playing with fire,” I said.“That may well be,” Kim replied. “But it’s something I have to do. You do see that, don’t you?”I did see that, but I was concerned as well. Ever since Kim had got me to lure her husband, my best friend Pete, into three way action with first Kim herself, then Suzy, a respectable academic by day, a complete sexual freak by night, he’d been acting a bit sheepish.“The thing is,” Kim...

“I know just the woman,” I said.“Good. Good.” Kim replied. “Do you mind if I meet her first?”It was ever thus with Kim; a veneer of quiet tact masked steel. This wasn’t a request, it was a demand.“Of course I don’t,” I said.We’d met up for lunch, me and my best friend’s wife. I didn’t know if she’d told Pete we’d be meeting, but then I didn’t care much either. It wasn’t as if we’d be having a quickie in the toilets afterw...

“Mate, if you’re gonna watch this stuff, you really need to remember to wipe the internet history.”Pete shot me a glance of incomprehension, but I ignored it, turning back to the screen.“If Kim sees you’ve been watching stuff like this…”“What do you mean?” Pete had come across behind me, resting both hands on the back of the chair.“All this stuff! Double penetration, triple penetration…”“But I haven’t…”He fell silent. I d...

Well now, I’m sure you can imagine how thrilled I am that you have expressed an interest in meeting.I mean, how long have we corresponded now? It must be three months or so, and I do hope that you aren’t just teasing again, as you do. Because I definitely believe it’s time. If you really want to meet, then let us meet.Of course you know of my proclivities, as I know of yours. There is, it goes without saying, a certain co...

I was lucky, I know that. Back in the late 80’s when I went up to university, things were easier, financially speaking, and on top of that I lodged with a couple my parents knew well. I wouldn’t say they were close friends of the family, but they were happy enough to accept a weekly cheque for rent which was more or less nominal. As a consequence, I lived very cheaply indeed, with more than enough money for my needs, whic...

“You know, Ms Perkins, I feel sure these negotiations could be brought to a swift and successful conclusion with the addition of a little sweetener.”Patricia kept a stony face. “A sweetener?” she said.The man on the other side of the table grinned wolfishly. His name was Vasily, and he spoke flawless English, if with an accent. “Yes,” he said, “a sweetener.”Patricia tried to keep perfectly still. She knew very well that i...