“Nine-One-One, what’s your emergency?” “My dick is swollen! Something’s wrong with it! It’s been hard for like eight hours!” “What is your name?” “Chet.” “Chet, what is your location?” “Uh, 1926 Davenport Drive.” “Stay calm; help is on the way.” The dispatcher muted her microphone and yelled to her supervisor “I got a hard one! Alert Nine-One-One Kat, stat!” ❀❀❀ As the ambulance arrived, a police detective was already in...

“Stop moving!” The artist grumbled at us. I resisted the urge to squirm as my companion’s erection pressed into my thigh. We stood together, nude, bound together by a strip of gauzy fabric around our legs. Bright sunlight illuminated our pedestal in the middle of the studio. The artist peered at us from behind his easel, pallet in hand. Paintings that would have sold for more than my rent leaned carelessly against the wal...

After New Year, life quickly returned to normal. My wife would be away for her first conference of the year in two weeks. She also had news from work. The meetings and this selling using sex were getting more popular. They were the only firm doing it, and the demand increased. This year, my wife would spend one out of every three weeks away, getting felt up and then later on getting fucked by Dick. Assuming Dick would be...

After my wife's sort of Christmas Party, we went home and spent the weekend fucking like rabbits. Since she changed jobs six months ago, it was not a particularly unusual weekend event. We both confirmed that our biggest turn-on was around dancing with strangers. My wife just adored dancing in revealing outfits and being groped by strangers. It got her so horny she could hardly move and was then open to anything. My bigge...

I explained that my wife worked for a firm that focussed on conferences, selling products for clients to buyers. There was one each month, which involved three days at a stall selling in a hall and attracting small fish to buy. Then, there will be a formal dinner on Thursday night to sell something else to around sixteen big fish. My wife's job was to focus on four of those big fish and find out if they were prepared to s...

After the fantastic to-watch night at the October conference, both my wife and I were waiting for a replay three weeks later with Dick. My wife's firm runs conferences on behalf of clients and buyers for retail groups. Mostly, they are in the trades that are still blokey. Car exhausts, tyres, sporting goods. They even run to builders merchants. Their target market is firms that don't sell to the public directly but to peo...

After the weekend in late September, when my wife and I spent the night with her boss and his wife, my wife seemed to change a little. I remember being told that sex with only her husband would never satisfy her. I was convinced I could, but as time went by, her constant demands for sex and, more significantly, intense orgasms were beginning to take a toll. What I did find interesting was that her sexual needs were more f...

I woke slowly after my wife dressed and went to work at the conference. She had slept less than four hours and had a full day ahead of her. I had a leisurely breakfast and did a few hours of work in the room before getting ready for that midday meeting with the wife of my wife's boss in the spa centre attached to the hotel. She made the date over dinner, believing me to be my wife's Cousin Karl and not her husband. I crea...

In the weeks following the conference that my wife worked at in our home town, our sex life moved up another notch. It was pretty high before, with fantasies woven around my Cousin Karl in our early marriage. We later moved this on to the thought of my wife picking up a hung guy to have sex with when I wasn't there. I could not resist turning up to watch my wife at work at her first conference. I met a guy called Dick, su...