I hadn't planned for any of this to happen.When my husband went out of town, I had every intention of being a faithful wife, just as I always did. I fantasized about sex, of course, but I had never really considered an affair or even a fling. We'd only been married two and a half years, so I hadn't really been tested before, and if I had been, I might have failed earlier, but I hadn't been unfaithful yet, and I wasn't rea...

I was tired out after one set of doubles. Sara was a much better tennis player than me, almost a match for David, and able to hold her own with my husband Eliot. She didn't want to stop playing. We had a quick lunch on the patio, sandwiches, and iced tea, and she and Eliot went back out on the court to play another match. I had cooled down some, at least, but I didn't want to go back onto the court. It was afternoon now,...

Clarissa slipped into the room when he opened the door, almost giddy with anticipation. She had come from sunbathing at the pool, her body oiled and tanned, looking much younger than her forty years.“I almost didn't come,” she said, reaching her hands to him.“I'm glad you did,” he said. He touched his lips to her fingertips, and took her in his arms. She could feel the stiffness of his cock, wondering if he'd taken someth...

“What were you thinking, calling Damion?” I asked Hunter. “He's my friend,” he said. “Why shouldn't I call him?” “Let's see,” I said. “Maybe because you spent the afternoon fucking his wife.” “I hadn't fucked you when I called him.” “You called him before you called me?” “You're not jealous are you? I called him early, when I first got in.” I looked at him across the table and slowly sipped my fuzzy navel. Maybe Damion di...

I knew that I wasn't going to be able to talk my stepmother out of giving me a spanking, rules were rules, as she so often said. She wasn't the real mother of any of us, but she had been married to our fathers and ended up with us. She always said that none of us were too old to be spanked if we were still living under her roof, so the fact that I was eighteen didn't matter. My stepbrother, Jeff, and I were the only two s...

I had really screwed up. There was no way to undo what I'd done, to make it not have happened. I'd have to live with the guilt, hide it from Damion for the rest of my life, or confess it to him and run the risk of ending our marriage. I hadn't meant to cheat. I've always been a flirt, though, and this wasn't the first time flirting had gotten me in trouble, just the first time since my wedding. Well, I'd made it almost a...

It was the first Saturday after our pool had been filled. The water hadn't really had time to get warm, so I hadn't really been swimming in it yet. My husband had taken a swim as soon as it was filled on Wednesday, and had gone in after work Thursday and Friday, but only briefly. I had stepped in deep enough to know that it was still too cold for me to go swimming. He had gotten me up early to celebrate our new status as...

The first time I kissed Brad was under the loneliness tree. It was the night before prom. He was my date, and I considered myself lucky. My mom wanted some pictures, so we went out under the big oak tree in back and posed. It was the tree I sat under when I was feeling lonely and put upon, when my teenage angst made it impossible for me to share myself with company. After he’d pinned the corsage on me, I gave him a kiss,...

On Valentine's Day he brought me two dozen roses, one for each year of my life, a bottle of Cabernet, the same 2001 Beringer that he had brought when I fixed him dinner the first time, a box of hand made chocolates that he had driven to Gatlinburg to buy from from the candy store where we had brought chocolates on our first weekend away together, and a beautiful leather paddle with a pink heart emblazoned on the front. Th...

 I heard the door closing as Neal led out of the living room and toward the stairway that led to the bedroom. When we got to the stairs, he let go of my hand and told me to go up first. I walked ahead of him, holding onto the rail. It was very well polished and I wondered how it would feel to slide down it naked. “ You have a beautiful ass,” Neal said. “ Thank you,” I said. “You wife has permanently marred it.” “ It doesn...

Neal Cannon always seemed to be looking at me lustfully. He never said anything that might be construed as remotely sexual, but his look always made me feel like he was thinking about dragging me off somewhere and ravishing me. I'd seen that look in other men's eyes on many occasions, and it always meant that I was either going to fuck or fight off their advances. With Neal though it always ended there. Just the look. My...

Alone on the tiny dance floor, Kristen Fowler's hips swayed slowly in rhythm to the slow blues the band was playing. Her long tanned legs and flowing blond hair moved like wind and water. The guitar solo sent chills into her soul, reminding her of Jimmy, the way his fingers would dance on the fretboard and on her skin. Jimmy played better lead than this guy, but there was no denying that the guy was good, too good for a s...

Sterling smacked my ass, spun me around and pushed me against the wall. “I'm going to fuck you standing up,” he said. “Right here and now.” “You're getting married to my sister,” I said. “So I'm going to have to say no.” “I'm going to fuck you,” he said. “Sooner or later.” His lips moved toward mine and I found myself puckering up to meet them. He tasted of whiskey and apples with an overlay of cinnamon. I think the cinna...

I was bent over Andre Beasley's desk, my panties hanging on one ankle, my slacks off, holding onto the edge and moaning with pleasure as Bernie Graham's stiff throbbing cock drove deeply in and out of me. We were working late for the third time that week, and with the weekend coming up and no excuse to get away from our spouses we were making the most of Friday afternoon. Getting that last minute work done that couldn't b...

My parents have a library. I was a very lucky girl growing up, not because of the collection of classics that they had in leather bound editions, or even the enormous number of new books that they seemed to add constantly from visits to the book store or from various book clubs that they belonged to. I liked a lot of those, but my favorite books in their collection weren't actually on the shelves in the spare room that we...