Six months ago, my husband and I purchased and then moved into our dream home. Since then, I’ve been involved in a steamy, online affair with my neighbor, and we’ve gotten into swinging. It wasn’t planned; it just happened. The veil of my normal, mundane, happy life was ripped away, finally letting me see that while I was happy, I could not only be satisfied with life but also live out my sexual fantasies. Hello, my name...

My fingers slowly thrust deep inside my saturated pussy as I watched the rising sun paint the night-darkened walls gray, then reddish orange, and finally a golden hue. When two of my fingers were inserted all the way inside, I curled them up to caress the interior of my canal, my palm pressing against my throbbing clit. The brisk, mountain air was light and pure, a complete contrast to the putrid, city air. Its sweetness...

As I walked the distance between our two houses, the implications of what I’d just done struck me like a bolt of shame-filled, slutty lightning. John and I had discussed sexual fantasies before, but it was usually him talking about all the nasty, dirty things he wanted me to do, or have done to him. I was much too embarrassed to voice any of my real fantasies. John was big into sexual humiliation and, without even really...

I was on my knees between my husband’s legs; his pants were down, and one of my hands stroked his cock. My other hand was playing with my clit and rubbing my wetness all over my pussy lips. “Here’s how this will work,” I told him, catching his attention. One of my fingers plunged inside my pussy, making me moan on his hardness as my mouth went all the way down his shaft, devouring and savoring it. Pulling my lips off the...

I was dressed in true Christy fashion—like a horny slut. Awake before the sun rose above the mountains, then seeing John off to work, I lounged on the porch, enjoying the new deck chairs, wearing the most scandalous dress I owned. It was a skin-tight, bodycon dress, too short to wear in public, with short, cap sleeves, a deeply scooped neckline, and so stretchy and thin that the outlines of any undergarments would be plai...

Mesmerized, my pussy pouring out overheated nectar to the point of dripping down my legs, I watched my sexy, redheaded neighbor finger her pussy while she talked on the phone with my husband, John. I fingered myself as well, watching her, enthralled by her open sexuality. It was, after all, my fault. Feeling guilt and remorse over what I had done, I couldn’t believe Christy’s assurances that she had everything under contr...

Wake up and snap out of it, the psychologist part of me lectured. Just look at yourself and how you’re acting! In a few days, you’ve mutated from a normal woman into one of the characters in Christy’s stories. An inspired smirk crossed my face when I remembered that Christy Scarlet Whitehorn also had heated, mental debates with her inner voice. In her stories, she frequently called it “that bitch in the mirror,” and she w...

“Help me out of this dress, so we can fuck,” Christy said to my husband as she coughed intensely under the harshness of the herbal intoxicants. My sexy neighbor, recent lover, and online cybersex affair were many things. Shy was not one of them. Handing me the pipe, she beckoned my husband with a gesture. Her husband, Glen, sat there, looking as if he were having the time of his life. His lusty appraisal of me warmed my b...