The turning point came when she told me she wanted to have another guy fuck her with his big cock while I licked her pussy. This is absolutely true. It just came out of the blue and I was really startled. We were in the middle of foreplay at the time and she was in one of those sexual highs where you're sort of involved with and aware of the other person, but your mind is totally focused elsewhere.Clearly, she was fantasi...

I had not thought about the permission story in a long time. Writing for Lush has stirred the sediment deep in the pond of my memories. Mental images from long ago are now floating lazily and randomly toward the surface. Some reach the top with total clarity while some hover just deep enough that I can't quite tease out the details. This "permission story" is like that. Some things are clear and some are hazy, so the tale...

I cannot think of my lifelong friend Gary without thinking of his big cock. It's part of his persona--like being exceptionally tall or short or buff or chubby--and that big cock was an intimate part of our history. My ex-wife would heartily agree. With the confident swagger of the well hung he was constantly fucking someone in college and one of his conquests was the girl who would become my wife. His first time with her...

Karen was ludicrously horny. She'd just sucked her boss's cock at work, was about to fuck her husband's best friend on the way home and would then just grind it all in her clueless husband's face with glee when she finally made it home late that night. But she needed sexual release and needed it now! "Fuck!" she yelled at the traffic and pounded her steering wheel. It wasn't even that bad, but she could see brake lights a...

Samantha Bigby was arguably the most popular teacher in the high school. She was cute, young, full-breasted, and funny; but what made her especially attractive was her accent. She was a Brit. Originally, anyway, and very recently landed from the UK. She had just married an American serviceman who had brought her back to what her dad jokingly referred to as the colonies--Virginia, no less--and there she was when our story...

Karen padded into the kitchen the next morning with her arms full. She was running behind and clearly in a hurry. She had her briefcase in one hand, high heeled shoes dangling from a finger. Papers were tucked under the same arm and in her other hand she was texting. "Coffee?" she asked her husband, her eyes glued to her phone in concentration. "On the counter," said David. He glanced at his wife while pouring milk on his...

David sat on the bench in the men's locker room untying his shoes after an exhausting racquetball match--which he lost. He was forty-three years old and doing his damnedest to stay in shape. His friend Peter (same age) stood a few feet away, undressing as well. They had been friends since high school. Fate had taken them along different paths in life, but they were now back in the same town; their friendship never having...

Karen cupped her lover's balls in her left hand, alternately massaging them and then his swollen shaft while she texted her husband with her right. Her lover was amused. "You multi-text pretty well," he said with a smile. "Where is he?" "I'm a mother," she said, returning his smile. "We're natural multi-taskers. And don't worry. We have plenty of time." They were in her bed--the bed she would be sharing with her husband i...

I never cease to be amazed by what stories people will tell me in bars. Perhaps I should become a bartender. I've spent enough time in bars and heard enough stories. I have always wondered how much of what I hear is true. There's something about the anonymity of the setting, the booze, and the mood. I don't know. Maybe they're truer than those told in the bald light of day. But one night a number of years ago I met a woma...

The unexpected weekend romp with my ex-wife disturbed my sleep for a couple of nights. I dreamt bizarre sexual dreams. I don't remember them all, of course, but one in particular left me shaken: simply put, in the dream I sucked another man's cock. Now I don't care if you're gay; I couldn't care less. But I don't want to roll that way myself. But there I was, in the dream, with a big fat cock in my mouth. The man probed m...

My face was buried between my ex-wife's legs, my lips and tongue probing and sucking all the familiar nooks and crannies. Her hands roughly grabbed my hair and pulled me in while her hips pulsed almost painfully at my face, her thighs randomly gripping and releasing my head. It was more a battle for dominance than sex and it certainly wasn't love-making. I hadn't seen her in many months and had not had her in my home--it...

My ex breezed past me like she used to own the place, the very picture of calm and sexual confidence. It was comfortably warm that Friday evening in the Atlanta suburbs. She was wearing what a guy might call a T-shirt except it was made with some kind of gauzy material. I suppose that makes it a blouse. Whatever it was, it was sheer and her nipples poked through sans bra. Her blue jean shorts were very worn and pale blue,...

The bulge in the man's jeans is almost comically large and it's about all I can see in the video I'm watching. The cameraman has zoomed in such that the man's crotch fills the screen. A woman's hand glides over the bulge from above his beltline, her wedding band and solitaire catching my full attention. She takes her time, fingers and palm meandering fully south to cup his balls in her palm. She pauses to squeeze and chuc...

The flight from Atlanta to Charles de Gaulle was not bad at all. Thank goodness we were in business class. It cost a zillion frequent flyer miles to bring my wife along, but I figured it was worth it. It would be a working trip for me, but I had a couple of days free at the beginning of the trip and would have occasional free time in the middle. For the most part, though, Cindy would have to fend for herself. She assured...

I was attracted to the teenage girl who would become my wife because she was cute, funny, street smart, and worldly. She was also slightly taller than me, with full breasts and only a slight flare at the hips. I was a virgin, young and naive, but confident enough in my looks to marry a taller woman. She was certainly not a virgin and didn't suffer fools gladly. We dated for a mere six months, then married just after her t...