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Mary's Christmas

A husband's affair leads his wife to a younger man, and a new start.

The weather was decent for this time of year, with only a smattering of snow on the ground and the temperatures mild. Mary gazed out the window, sipping coffee while watching the little birds flit about the feeder and bounce around in the branches of the...

Polygamy - A Step In The Right Direction - Part III

More holiday memories from Sandie and Danny

They lay there together a while afterwards in silent reflection. Danny, reflecting on what he had done; wondering what Pandora’s box of potential troubles he had opened. Sandie, waiting for his reaction. She knew that this was a crucial juncture in their...

Polygamy - A Step In The Right Direction - Part II

More from Sandie and Danny's journey on the road to a non-monogamous marriage

Danny lay back, his breath returning back to normal after Sandie’s blow job. He noticed a greater intensity in her enthusiasm. Sucking, gulping, greedy in her swallowing of his cum. This was new for her. Sometimes she had done it as if it were a chore, so...

Polygamy - A Step In The Right Direction - Part I

Sandie and Danny begin the holiday of a lifetime that will change their lives forever

Sandie sat forward on the edge of the bed as Danny came back into the room. “Well, that’s the suitcases put away,” he said returning from the garage. Like Sandie he was well-tanned from their break away. “Till next time,” she said with a hint in her voice...

After Germany

Taking our sharing and gentle cuckolding one step further

When Jayne came back from Germany, we continued on very much as we did before she went abroad. Our sexual life was great. We did talk about Erich and what had happened in Germany, but this was Jayne's final year at Uni, and it was more important to concen...

Cuckolding My Husband - The Aftermath

My husband reclaims me after my night of great sex with a stranger

“Hi, Honey! I’m home!” I called to my husband as I stood in the open doorway in nothing but white stockings and a matching garter. My lover’s cum was dripping down my thighs and my face must have had what could only be described as that of a woman who had...

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Cuckolding My Husband - The Deed Is Done

A willing wife consummates her infidelity with a handsome stranger

As I said in the first chapter, I didn’t start out intending to cuckold my husband. In truth, it was more his idea than mine but once he made the suggestion, I was all in. We talked about the idea more and more in the days and weeks ahead and had a few na...

The Power of Chastity - Part III

Simon meets with his boss, knowing that he is also Lucy's lover

Simon was dreading going into work on Monday. Monday mornings brought their own hassles and stress, but this Monday he had the humiliation of facing Chris. Lucy tried her best to put it all into perspective. “Look, this won’t be the first Monday morning t...

The Breeder - Part XLVIII

Back to work after his holiday and Jake is already considering further adventures

Jake left for the office late the next morning. Jenny had left for the café just after eight; her first day back after her short break. There was a spring in her step despite being fucked into the early hours of the morning, and again first thing. Jake ha...

The Breeder - Part XLVII

In the aftermath of Alan and Kirsty's marriage debacle, Jake and Jenny move on.

They lay in bed for a while afterwards. Derek went home and Jake and Jenny went up to bed. He wanted to talk. He was unsure once again about whether or not they were doing the right thing; the collapse of Alan and Kirsty’s marriage loomed large in his tho...

The Stall

My home away from home.

It's comfortable, almost like home. Its worn gray walls, a shield from the casual observer, in reality hides little from the determined voyeur willing to gawk through the gaps. A glance at the mirror opposite the stall reveals the number of extra feet und...