Jeremy was our only son and a quiet, bookish boy. I had insisted he went to the local grammar school, rather than his father’s boarding school, where I knew he would have been miserable. My husband, who had long since given up trying for a second child, w...
My affair with Mikey continued throughout the summer. One afternoon, I returned from the gym to find the two boys watching a film, and my husband in his study, working as usual. After chatting briefly with Mikey and Jeremy, I said I was going for a shower...
Mikey’s visits to the house continued; and with them, the bouts of rough sex. In the back of my mind was his remark about bringing some friends around. It took me some time, but eventually, I explained to Mikey that being fucked by a group of men was a fa...
I woke. And groaned inwardly. What - other than one too many glasses of white wine - had made me confide in Arabella. As my husband showered and dressed, I lay there with my mind racing. My phone pinged with an incoming WhatsApp. Arabella. With trembling...
I woke after a long restorative sleep, my arm across Mikey’s chest. Smiling, I slid my hand down to find his flaccid member. He stirred as I ran my fingernails along its length. Ducking under the duvet, I eased the glans between my lips, and gently began...
