The morning had stretched interminably as Michael waited for Amy’s lover to respond. A strange mixture of fear, dread, and excitement coursed through him. Finally, he could take the wait no longer, and announced to Amy that he needed to take a walk. “Don’t go far,” she said firmly but not unkindly. “And keep an eye on your phone.” Michael walked out by the pool. The place where it had all started. As he strolled aimlessly...

The sunlight peeking around the edges of the curtains awakened Amy. Her sleep had been deep, and she felt a bit groggy. As the memories of yesterday began to return, she felt a familiar tingle between her legs and an ache in her midsection. Beside her, Michael slept soundly. As her arousal slowly grew, she was tempted to throw herself on him, but she didn’t want to disturb his peaceful slumber. Besides, she needed to sort...

It was Amy who practically bumped right into Ali. All three gave a slight jump, and there was a moment of awkward silence. Ali looked at Michael inquisitively, his eyes giving away his assumption that he and Amy had been followed. As much to answer him as to break the ice, Ali quickly stammered, “I’m so sorry. I didn’t think anyone would be out here. I was just looking for a lost earring.” Amy had her doubts as well, and...

Michael and Amy spent a quiet dinner together, sharing a lovely bottle of wine in the outdoor Italian restaurant. The sunset was inspiring, and as darkness descended a romantic aura enveloped the two. Out of discretion they talked about anything but the events of the day, Michael’s indiscretions with Ali, and Amy’s reaction and request. Michael was still trying to process everything that had happened. As he pondered the l...

Michael stood and tugged his swim trunks up from around his ankles. Ali exited the cabana carefully, parting the curtains slightly and peeking out to make sure that no one was around to notice. When she was satisfied that the coast was clear, she parted them and walked out. Michael paused briefly and followed. As Ali turned the corner, he saw her glance back over her shoulder and give him a seductive smile. As his eyes tr...

As Michael awaited the housekeeper, he surveyed the room. The bed was a mess, the chair was out of place, and the entire place reeked of sex. He paced nervously, worrying that his wife Amy might return earlier than expected from her spa day. His mind was reeling as he replayed the events of the last several hours. He had crossed a serious line, one that he could never have imagined he would breach. It had all happened so...

Valentine’s Day. Romance, candlelight, roses, fine wine. And sex. Passionate, romantic sex. There will be all of that, this evening, with my darling, lovely husband. He will be well dressed, so handsome and charming, and I will melt into his arms and fall into our bed. It is such a special day when we express our love for one another in the most tender and intimate way. Valentine’s Day. I am beyond myself with excitement...

He first saw her when walking from his chaise lounge toward the pool. His wife declined to come swim, wanting to relax and soak up the Hawaiian sun. Autumn was advancing back home, and the beauty and warmth of this tropical location were intoxicating. Michael’s company had brought them here on business, and having traveled all that distance they weren’t about to let the opportunity to extend the trip pass them by. Amy had...

My rigid cock is poised at my wife’s lips. She kneels, naked. Her eyes plead. “She was exquisite.” A whimper as she takes me in, our mingled cum dried on me. I humiliate her with details of my dalliance. Her sucking becomes frenzied as she furiously rubs her clit. Filth spills from my mouth and she emits a muffled scream as I fill hers with my seed. She greedily swallows it all. I kneel facing her, kiss her passionately,...

“I’m pregnant.” It had been nearly three weeks since our last tryst, due to my travel schedule and a week’s vacation for her and her husband. My mind raced through the possibilities. “It might be yours.” It was as if she were reading my mind. I processed this as tightness filled my chest. My mind raced back to our last encounter. For the first time, we not only fucked without protection, but I filled her with a week’s wor...

We talk over a glass of wine in my hotel suite. The tension in her body betrays her raw nerves. Her hands tremble slightly as she brings the glass to her lips. I give her time, and space, to move through this emotion. This isn’t her first time, our first time. I know that under her silky dress a lace thong covers a freshly shaved mound with a delicate landing strip. That is how I marked her the last time, sending her home...

I am bent over the railing of his balcony, forty stories above the street below, my skirt hiked up, panties removed. His cock, that glorious cock, has just released inside me. I am breathless. My entire body shudders. He brushes my hair aside, kisses the back of my neck tenderly, whispers passionate words into my ear. Later we will give ourselves to one another again. This time on his bed. I am fully naked. I crave this....

The door closes, leaving behind my beloved wife and her bull for the evening. What started as a normal session has just taken a very abrupt turn. I have always been present for her encounters – never a participant, a voyeur only, but present nonetheless. This is our arrangement, or was until, just a few minutes ago, she politely asked me to leave so that she could spend the night with this young hunk who had obviously fuc...

She is on her knees before him, spitting, stroking, licking. She engulfs his massive rod in her mouth. Her nose is buried in his pubic hair. Saliva is dripping from her mouth down his balls, onto her chest and the carpet of the hotel room. His hands move to frame her head and force her even further down, holding her in place until, by the slightest of movements, she involuntarily signals that she must come up for air. He...

“You didn’t shave.” She stood before me, completely naked save the strand of pearls that adorned her neck. My disappointment was clear, and firm. She responded, voice quivering. “I couldn’t.” “I was very clear about this,” I replied. “But he…” A long pause. The fear visible. The flash of the diamond on her left ring finger. She had taken it off that first time. I fixed that. “He WHAT?” I shot back. “He would suspect. I’ve...