This story is one hundred percent true. The names have been changed and some recognizable details have been omitted to protect the innocent and the guilty. I'll tell you about the last seven days which have been an emotional rollercoaster for me and my wife, which ended on a high, thank God. My name is Sven. Me and my wife, Anna, met twelve years ago after we both just became single. At that time I didn’t expect our relat...

It was still early, so, after we dressed, we went to the living. This time, Mark didn't leave immediately. Instead, we were talking all evening. Mark and Anna were digging up memories from when they were kids and I mostly listened. They were having a beer and I had a few helpings of Scotch to drown my frustration, which partially worked. At some point, I couldn't follow the conversation anymore. I only learned their langu...

As I said in the first chapter, this is a true story. And reality is never the same as your imagination. In your imagination, everything goes exactly as you wish, but reality sometimes exceeds even the wildest imagination. The next day, on Monday morning, I had to attend a conference call, for which I still had something to prepare, so my alarm rang at 6:30. I got up, made myself a coffee, and got back in bed to enjoy it....

I was still horny and needed to come. Sven had given me my vibrator and I was in the armchair, my legs wide over the armrests, sometimes holding the vibrating tip against my clit, sometimes pumping the whole thing in and out of my pussy. Sven was next to me touching me, kissing me, but mostly just watching, knowing better than to distract me at times like these. My name is Anna, and I am writing this part of our story. Sv...