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...

Watching the impromptu dance party unfold was perhaps the sexiest thing Jim had witnessed this month. Of all the girls, Jackie stood out. Her outfit, more an open invitation than a minidress, turned modesty into a distant memory and desire into an immediate reality. While the other girls scrambled to avoid Roxanne’s awkward, windmilling arms, Jackie made dodging look like part of the dance, lustrous brown hair framing her...

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...

Well, I’m certainly glad that I didn’t take Sammy up on his offer. Pamela traced idle patterns on her bare stomach, her gaze fixed on the ceiling. The television mounted on the wall flickered, its images dancing across the bedroom unnoticed. Outside, that pack of coyotes started up again, their yips and yowls filtering through the half-open window. Never thought I’d miss the sound of Dad’s old lawnmower or the boring buzz...

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...

I watched my wife get dressed the following day before showering leisurely. I knew this was probably the most important day of her new working life. She had joined a new company, helping with sales, particularly around the conferences her firm hosted. They were a big deal to the company, and much of their turnover was based on the deals they made today. There was the networking dinner tonight. She ensured their big-ticket...

Darren stood practically naked, wearing only a thong made of the same material as fishnet stockings. Darlene had called for the oilers, as she admired the adonis before her from the chair. The taste of his sperm lingered in her taste buds, and the feeling of his large cock--that stretched her mouth and throat--remained as well. The oilers quickly went to work, one starting on top, the other on the bottom. Both couldn’t ke...

Colt shifted in his seat, his face awash in the spectrum of neon glow. Overhead, a glitter ball rotated, sending shards of light skittering across Pamela’s bedroom, dancing on the floor, up the walls, and onto the ceiling. The air was thick with the sweet, smoky fragrance of sandalwood incense, punctuated by the faint, rhythmic pulse of music from the parlor. “Okay, pop quiz time.” Colt’s fingers drummed his thigh as he c...

Gusts of scorching wind whipped across their faces as Colt and Pamela stood atop Hoover Dam, leaning against the protective guardrail, and took in the amazing panorama. On one side, a vast lake stretched out, its glassy surface framed by the jagged silhouettes of desert mountains. On the opposite, Hoover Dam plunged like an imposing concrete wave, descending to the restless river below, where water surged and frothed from...

The sensations and the experience were intoxicating, surpassing any expectations Justin had harbored, and certainly worth every penny he’d paid for. This is the tightest cunt I’ve ever had. It gripped his invading cock with a slick, velvety pressure that upended his world and every reality he’d ever known. Sweet, sweet Dakota –Pamela – gave Justin Asher the urge to fuck more eighteen-year-old beauty queens. Her cunt resis...