I woke early, hearing the rain pelting the Inn’s windows. I lay next to Sarah for a while, listening to the rain and some far distant thunder. The room was cool and damp, with the distinct aroma of the sea. To me, the rain was the perfect excuse for us to stay in the room all day. It seemed like a reasonable plan. I looked out the window towards the churning and rolling waves of the sea, and watched the rain fall on the I...

Sarah and I had agreed to meet at an old Seaside Inn in Kennebunkport, Maine, for a weekend getaway. All during the week she had been the one expressing how horny she was, and how much she needed some attention. But it was through an act of nature and Sarah’s insatiable curiosity that I was the first to experience the joy and pleasure of an intense orgasm. In blinding, thick, wet fog, at the extreme end of a long seaside...

I think we both woke about the same time on Saturday morning. The red mark on Sarah’s jaw line had turned black and blue, and was now more of a bruise than just a mark from the night before. Just by being there on the bed with Sarah cuddled close, I had a hardon. “Want to go for a drive today?” she asked, as she held my cock in her hand and slowly began to stroke it. “What are you thinking?” Sarah slowly slid her hand up...

The conversation was not that unusual; we talked about sex all the time. It was where we were having the discussion that made it atypical: at dinner, before a warm, crackling fire, at an old colonial Inn, surrounded by a dozen other diners. It was our six month anniversary. We celebrated with an evening out and a quiet dinner; me in a suit and tie, Sandra in a little black, cum-fuck-me dress, which she insisted on wearing...

It had been a week since I had seen Sarah. She was a businesswoman now, with the responsibilities and problems that go along with being a manager, so it should not have been a surprise that some time would go by without hearing from her. On an early Friday evening she called to tell me she was at a restaurant and had just finished dinner and drinks with several people with whom she worked. Could I pick her up? I pulled my...

Sarah’s phone call was quite a surprise. I had not seen her in over four years. We met in the park across the street from my condo and spent the afternoon lying in the sun, talking and catching up on each other’s lives. She was the same Sarah that I had known, with a few changes. She was more refined; grown up; chic; her hair was longer and styled; she was thinner, but in shape, with muscular shoulders, arms and legs; and...

I received my degree, accepted a position at the University, and bought a house bordering on a golf course in the little college town. There were sexual encounters over the next two years, some of which were one time affairs and others which were of longer term and which the reader can explore in some of my other stories. An opportunity arose in which I could work and also pursue another graduate degree at little or no co...

Prologue Carol and I had one more sexual adventure together, after which we had a fight. She wanted a threesome with two guys, one of which was to be me. I was to find the other guy to join us. I told her I did not want to share her with another guy. She got mad and left my apartment upset at my unwillingness to set up a MFM threesome for her. Two days later, Carol was caught fucking a faculty member in his office where s...

We are in my bedroom. You are undressing, watching me as I prepare some old ties to use as restraints. You are both turned on and a little scared. You want to be restrained; you've fantasized about it. Still, the thought of surrendering yourself to someone, of letting someone have full and complete access to your body makes you uneasy. Your concern, however, has been defeated by the knowledge that this will be an experien...

Here’s the thing. FMF threesomes are not easy. While the purpose of the gathering is the raison d’être of the activity, it is the planning, selection and organization that is often the most overlooked component. In our little gathering, by the time Carol and Jill arrived at my door, these necessities had already been accomplished. Arrangements and agreements had been made by the ladies involved. While my male ego would li...

I’ve never done anything like this before. But I am beyond horny and in a teasing mood. I ordered a pizza to be delivered. I have plenty of money, but don’t intend to pay. I’ll have some fun playing with the pizza delivery guy and maybe get myself a free dinner. The doorbell rings. I’m naked, wearing only a short silk robe that hugs my body and shows plenty of leg and cleavage. The pizza delivery guy is young and handsome...

Carol and her friend Jill had removed all of their clothes and had been playing with my cock. Carol, the instigator behind this quickly emerging threesome, had suggested that we all move upstairs to my bedroom. Carol led the way, followed by Jill and then me. I could see Carol’s tits sway back and forth as she climbed the stairs, and I watched Jill’s ass as she took each step. My hard shaft swung side to side and up and d...

I heard the knock on the glass sliding door. Carol had called and asked if she could come over. I had not seen her for several days. It was early evening. I had spent the day writing. I was tired, hungry and horny. I welcomed Carol’s call. The thought of exploring her body once again had been rumbling around in the back of my mind all day. “I’d love to see you. Come on over.” “Are you hungry?” she asked. “Yes,” I said, “a...

Carol wanted to have sex outdoors. It wasn’t just that having sex outdoors was risky or different. It was the exhibition or being seen aspect that excited her. One early summer evening she asked me to drive a few miles outside the center of town, and up a long, tree lined dirt road to a hidden pond favored by undergraduate students for swimming and other adventures. I thought we were going to have sex in the car. I was wr...

It was early summer and Carol and I had finally slipped into somewhat of a normal daily routine. That doesn’t mean that there was less sex. In fact, I was actually getting a bit concerned about how often we were fooling around. No complaints. But I had work that needed to get done, and a semi-deadline of early September when I was to have some detailed outlines of my dissertation topic in the hands of my doctoral committe...