“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 Mar...
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 bee...
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 Bothe...
“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....
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...
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,...
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 alr...
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 h...
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...
“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...
“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 m...
“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?...
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...
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 hap...
“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 wolfish...
