Janie McClendon’s wedding went off without a hitch. As Caleb Tanner engaged in conversations with the throng of friends and relatives from all over Lofton County and beyond during the reception and extensive after-party, he overheard more than one person credit Missy Jo Baines with ensuring that everything went so smoothly. Although not a part of the wedding party, she took part behind the scenes, assisting the frazzled m...

“Quite a storm –“ Caleb heard a sweet female voice call out while he was nailing a new rail onto his side of the fence. She may have finished with something about “blue” and “night”, but the creaking, shuffling, and rustling from a wind gust muddled the words. When he turned to respond, he tried to conceal the excited breath he drew in at the sight. The woman’s hips filled out her little blue jean shorts, and her movement...

Opening the door after hearing the bell ring at almost ten o’clock, Brett is greeted by Whitney, his busty blonde MILF neighbor. “Was wondering when you were going to show up.” “Yeah, my boring-ass work dinner ran late. None of the office eye candy there, either.” They slide their arms around each other while he kicks the door shut. “Had to make my escape before it was all wrapped up.” “You’re the eye candy, Whit.” Their...

*CRACK* The cue ball strikes the one ball a few millimeters left of center, scattering the tightly-packed triangle of colored spheres in all directions. Alicia’s clipped-up strawberry-blonde bobbed hair, as well as the C-cup breasts cradled in her low-cut, cap-sleeved top, bounce in sync with the two slight hops of the cue ball. Her follow-through has the tip of the cue hovering above the center of the table as the cue ba...

I had anticipated Saturday’s breakfast the day before, making a trip to the grocery store for some decent all-butter croissants and fruit, so, after Niharika and I finished our shower, I got busy preparing something to eat. I started the oven and slid in a foil pouch with two croissants for each of us. While the water heated for the coffee, I de-stemmed some tasty strawberries and sliced quarters of honeydew melon and can...

I woke up, while it was still dark, to the sound of water running. For those first few seconds, my mind recalled and replayed the steamy sexual experience I had shared with Doctor Niharika Sabharwal at the end of the previous night. My outstretched hand glided across the rumpled sheets in the bed beside me, through the warm spot that my exotic Indian lover had apparently recently vacated. I propped myself up on my elbows,...

Ding! Scott’s phone rings out a DM tone from his Instagram messages. “Who's sending me a message?” Scott thinks to himself. He reads the message: “Hey Scott, whatcha up to today?” “That's odd. Gail’s never asked me that before. Normally it's just replies I get about things I’ve sent to her,” he thinks to himself. When Scott starts typing back, he feels something tingle in his trousers. “Why am I getting a tingle from a si...

Ding! Scott’s phone alerted him. 'What is Gail messaging me about?' he thought. "Hey Coops, any chance you could come round? I need a hand fixing a dodgy thing in the house. Adam is not here and none of my neighbors are available. Could you please come help?" "Sure. What is the issue?" "I think something in the bathroom is dripping and I can't see what!" "Ok, I'll head around". Scott was a thirty-nine-year-old school tech...

Over the Summer and into the Fall, things were going along normally at home. No surprises. And no sex. My wife Cheryl wasn’t exactly cold toward me, and we did and do get along fine for the most part, among friends and family and running the household, but the sexual intimacy just hadn’t been there for a while. I made it a point not to give up, to let her know that I was still interested, but my attempts fell short becaus...

“You remember Niharika, my friend from work?” My wife Cheryl surprised me by mentioning her name one day in the late Spring. “She came to Thanksgiving last year.” “Sure, yes,” I replied. “And she came by to return the dish you lent her, when you were at that conference.” We had sex that night, and again in the morning. And again two days later, before I picked you up from the airport. But I didn’t say that part out loud....

When we arrived in Niharika’s bedroom, she released my hand, bypassing the light switch and instead flicking on the lamp in the corner. Her thumbs skittered over her lit-up phone display for a few seconds, after which I noticed something that looked like a playlist on the screen, but not in English. Some very Eastern-sounding music poured out of the little Bluetooth speaker on her dresser, and she tapped the screen a few...

Friday night after work, and all day Saturday, there was no way I could get anything productive done at home. Understandably, I kept playing over in my mind the amazing experience of having sex with Niharika that Thursday and Friday, and fantasizing about what our sex would be like the next time we met on Sunday. I browsed my favorite adult story and social website, gleefully able to answer forum questions about recent se...

“Mmm, warm!” I raked soft, sweet baked fruit spheres over her breast with the fork. “Ooo, cold!” Softened vanilla ice cream capped the other teat. Our licks and sucks swabbed each other’s nipples. She slathered my cock head and slurped it clean. Twice. Sticky handprints decorated hips and butt cheeks. Crust bits tumbled as she straddled me on the chair, sheathing my stiff cock. “Mmm, I love your warm homemade cherry cobbl...

Knock knock. Rayna opened the hotel room door, staring in shock at the voluptuous woman, nude besides her pumpkin mask and open raincoat, Feeldoe jutting out of her trimmed cunt. The woman presented a coupon for Frightnight Fun – Rayna had recently stealthily distributed twenty coupons to men she fancied, hoping for some anonymous fucks as a Halloween treat. And lucrative: no surprise, she accepted “donations to cover cos...

Niharika’s naked body lay against mine, the heat generated from our passionate sex not yet having dissipated even after our breathing was back to normal. We relaxed in silence, motionless except for our fingers lightly caressing each other. I won’t lie: my wife, Cheryl, crossed my mind in those moments. I wasn’t feeling terribly guilty, but I wasn’t feeling anything sordid either. It was like I could fairly easily separat...