A few months after our night in the hotel, we began some building work at home. After reviewing the various bids, and - I suspected - half an eye on the builders themselves, John selected Trev, who ran his own small firm in a nearby town. Trev was a typical builder, full of confidence, banter, and cheeky comments. He was a well-built man, whose work kept him in good shape. Working with him were two younger assistants, Lia...

The incident in the alleyway seemed to flick a switch in John. Sex at home became dominated by his narrative of me being taken by other men. And the more I thought about it, the more it turned me on too. Eventually, we had a frank conversation and agreed to follow through on this the next week. We booked into a hotel in a town some distance from home, arriving late on Wednesday afternoon. Having checked in, I had a bath w...

It was a Friday night, and a group of us with children in the same year group at school had agreed to meet up for a girls' night out. Everyone had made a real effort with their hair, makeup, and party dresses. After the meal, we went on as planned to a nightclub, for a cocktail. The Club was busy; at the bar, we were joined by a group of men in their late twenties. Standing slightly to one side and ordering the drinks, I...

To help pay for my Uni studies, I babysit for a couple who live in the smart part of my town. Jeff is a self-made man, with a successful business. In his late forties, good-looking and with a wicked sense of humour, we always have a laugh and flirt quite a lot. Much to the annoyance of Linda, his wife. Whilst attractive, she is a stuck-up cow, who gives him a hard time. She tolerates me because I perform a service for the...

Andy’s older brother, Joe, had been working abroad for years. Most recently, he had been away on a two-year contract in the Middle East. When back in the country, he always came to stay with us for a few weeks at a time. On the Friday night of the latest visit, it was our youngest daughter’s sixteenth birthday, and we were due to go out for dinner to celebrate. I wore the dress Andy had bought for my fortieth birthday. Re...

My stepdad’s older brother, Joe, has worked abroad for years. Divorced and single for some time, he comes to stay for a few weeks at a time when back in England. Now in his mid-fifties, he is quite good looking in a slightly gone-to-seed sort of way. His latest visit was after a gap of eighteen months, having been away on a long contract in the Middle East. Now in my last few weeks of school, I had matured into a young wo...

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 fantasy I had explored in my mind during the long lonely periods of my marriage. Before I had time to think again, Mikey had made a plan with an unwitting Jeremy to invite...

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, and headed up to the en suite. I hadn’t even had time to peel off my gym kit before Mikey entered the bathroom and closed the door behind him. “What are you doing here?...

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, was cross, but accepted it; his focus, as always, was soon back on his all-consuming work. My friends assure me I am still a very attractive woman. I keep fit, swimming in...

About a week after the night in the pub, Katelyn’s mum, Liz, asked me to drop by for coffee. Slightly dreading it, I rang the doorbell. It was somewhat of a relief when Liz opened the door with a genuinely welcoming smile. Liz is a rather foxy, dirty blond-haired lady in her forties, with firm boobs and great legs. And, whilst her boobs are bigger than Katelyn’s, it’s easy to see where her daughter gets it from. Over coff...

After Kev zipped himself up and walked out of the toilet, it took me a while to tidy myself and redo my makeup, before then making an appearance back at the bar. As I walked back in, Katelyn raised an eyebrow. “Been gone far too long for that to have been a trip to the toilet. Looking flushed. Fresh makeup. Hun, you’ve been shagging someone out the back, haven’t you?” she murmured, as she handed me a drink. Knowing I was...

Friday night, and it was time to meet up with the girls and head out for the night. The first stop was the local for a few drinks, before moving on to the Clubs. My best friend Katelyn was dressed in an electric blue boob-tube and a tiny pair of white shorts that barely covered her bum. I was in my short, skin-tight tan sequin skirt and a black plunging halter top that opened to my waist, leaving at least half my boobs ex...

My fortieth birthday. The big four-0. Andy had arranged for a big party at the weekend. We had been shopping and bought me a new dress for the occasion - red, short, tight and with a plunging neckline that showed off my full boobs. I wore matching lipstick, a black choker, hooped earrings and high heels. I spent the first part of the evening chatting with girlfriends, drinking Prosecco and having a laugh. I could see two...