My beach session yesterday turned out better than I had expected. It all started with me writing on my blog about working on my speedo tan in the dunes a few weeks ago. I was just packing up to leave that day, and a couple (guy and girl) walked around the corner and we all surprised each other.  I wondered what they were doing sneaking around the dunes.  The three of us all just said hi and went our own ways, but I wish s...

  Chris spent a couple of hours mowing the lawn, cleaning the car, and all the other normal weekend jobs that need getting out of the way, the only difference from normal being that he was still wearing the panties and camisole under his jeans and tee-shirt. From time to time he practiced speaking in his feminine voice, working on making it more consistent. Lynn had gone out again, and when she returned, she asked Chris i...

"I think I'm going a bit mad."  "We're all going a bit mad, sweetie."  Now I've never been a happy recipient of pet names or even inappropriate chumminess. 'Luv', 'babe', 'dearie', or even 'you guys' is likely to cause me to bristle like an over-amorous porcupine. Admittedly, at home, I might be 'honeybun' or 'dinkums' or 'sweet cheeks' or 'sugar lips' or even 'dreamy dripping cunt bitch I'm going to skewer on my cockhead...

“FUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!” She would have screamed it out loud, if she could have been sure of not being heard. As it was, she screamed it deep into her heart, where it burnt, scraped, and dug, till she folded up double on her bed with anguish. She looked again at her phone. Sorry, love. It’s over. Four words. She stared at them again. She did not cry. For she was not sad as such. Nor even angry. Just in pain, bereft, despairing....

With the cloying headiness of last night’s drinking session with the girls slowly draining from me, I decided that the sultry summer conditions were perfect for my walk along the canal towpath. The walk was a routine for me, and enjoying my new found sense of ‘spontaneity’ I decided to extend my usual route further up the towpath. The canal was fringed with a beautiful wooded area which thickened into a densely lush fores...

In part one of this story, I described how my name is Craig, and my wife, Faye, and I were forty-one years old and had just moved to Gulfport, Mississippi from Baltimore, for my consulting job at the Naval Construction Battalion Center. Faye is an RN and got a job in a hospital here, but our daughter had just graduated from high school and stayed in Maryland to attend college. Faye is beautiful and looks a lot like the si...

My name is Craig, and I was forty-one years old at the time the main events in this story occurred. My wife, Faye, who is my age, and I had recently moved to Gulfport, Mississippi from Baltimore. I was transferred there by my company to work as a consultant at the Naval Construction Battalion Center, and Faye, who is a Registered Nurse, found a good job in the hospital here. We met and were married in college and were for...

The last time I found myself in the dogging site happened by accident when I was travelling home after visiting a client, Tracy, with whom I get on very well to the point of flirtation. She is an extremely attractive brunette and, like me, I think she is at least bi-curious. I had another meeting arranged with Tracy so I dressed up in my best business suit: a dark blue pencil skirt and matching jacket over a silky white b...

The virgin doggers had already formulated a plan for the start of the evening. Sandy would drive and drop Mark at the entrance to the carpark. She would then drive to the far corner and park. Mark would make his way through the trees and appear as one of the potential cunt hunters.Sandy's heart was beating hard and she had butterflies in her stomach. She got out of the car, went round to the other side, and got into the f...

The walk through the woods was longer than expected and, by the time Mark and Sandy got back to the small car park, dusk was turning to darkness. As Sandy was about to get into the car she turned and looked across the car park to the only other car there. It was parked in the far corner, partially hidden by trees. “Mark, are those men... wanking?” she whispered.Mark turned to look and saw that, in fact, his wife was right...

"I'm not getting dressed up like some tart so you can fuck me in a car park full of people," Chloe yelled indignantly. An hour later, she was leaning over the bonnet of our car, big tits fully exposed and her short skirt around her waist as I slid my cock between her open-crotch panties.A few endearing words and a couple of stiff drinks had finally induced her to dress as requested. Black stockings and suspenders, open-cr...