As I said in the previous chapter, another Saturday in Carole's bed. Another sex-filled day and another afternoon nap! Good recovery time and helps the staying power later in the evening. My goodness, I needed it! I decided to take Carole out for a meal instead of her making more toast! She was still asleep when I decided this, so I hadn't really thought about where but Greek restaurants were the trend at the time, and th...

The following morning found me crawling out of bed at ten o’clock. Man, did I sleep in; it felt good. I checked on Cynthia, well on the top of Cynthia’s head. The blanket moved a little. This was getting to be a fun ritual. “Jack?” she yawned. “Are you getting up?” A little more movement. “Yes, I am going to start the coffee. I’ll bring yours in when it’s ready.” “Is it cold up there?” The little voice yawned. “No, not re...

I carefully pulled the dress off my shoulders, allowing it to fall to the floor as I stood completely naked before the full-size window. I spread my legs, leaning against it, squashing my tits on the cool glass while my finger rolled my clit, making me moan. With my other hand, I found my vagina and pushed my fingers in, fucking myself. "Oh... my God!" I moaned, my legs buckled, and my body trembled. I felt my pussy gushi...

As they boarded their private jet, the ridiculously wealthy CEO and his trophy wife presented themselves as the epitome of grace and style. He was stereotypically tall, dark, and handsome, while she was a stunning, svelte, Barbie-like blonde. Photojournalists snapped dozens of pictures as the philanthropic duo were set to head home after another successful fundraising gala. After the door was closed, the couple wasted no...

Saturday morning, I woke up and tried not to disturb Cynthia. I was excited out of my mind. Do I remember the day I hired Cynthia? No. Will I remember today? For the rest of my life. Yesterday while we were at the dress shop, I got a verification on my phone that everything was ready at Isabella’s for Saturday at seven. I started to slide out of bed to put the coffee on when this little voice from under the covers returne...

As I strode through the bustling office, I could feel the admiring glances following me, the envy simmering in the air. My auburn hair cascaded down my back, a wave of fiery allure that commanded attention. With each step, confidence radiated from me, emphasized by the tight embrace of my black dress, accentuating every curve. As the new department head, I exuded authority effortlessly, a fact not lost on anyone in the of...

Driving to work the next morning, I was assessing my situation. According to Cynthia, our relationship began around the first of February. October would be eight months. Usually, couples celebrate six months or a year, but eight months is a bit unorthodox. Our relationship has been unorthodox. How do you explain you met your girl by hiring her as your live-in maid? Sounds kinky. I usually stop at the coffee pot on my way...

The dimly lit room is adorned with a sleek, black leather couch and a mahogany conference table. The walls are lined with framed certificates and accolades, a testament to the success of this company. A large, ornate chandelier hangs overhead, casting soft, warm light across the polished hardwood floor. The air is thick with anticipation and desire, as if the very walls are alive with the energy of the people who have spe...

It was Saturday afternoon. Gallagher was out golfing with my husband Siddharth, so Dita, Gallagher’s wife, and I had a hangout session of our own. She came over smelling like fresh soap, and a new shampoo. Low cut white halter top, showing off her freckled, tanned cleavage, and her favorite pair of yoga pants. “Cordy! Please hold me.” She flopped and pouted as she walked into my arms and collapsed her head against my shou...

“What part of ‘I want to speak to your manager’ do you not understand?” The waitress, who was already shrunk and folded into herself like a frightened turtle, took a step back. Her eyes were down at her fingers, nervously kneading another. “Y-yes, ma’am. I-I understand it just; the manager isn’t here right now and—” “Well, isn’t that convenient?” Erin balked loudly as she looked around at the other guests eating their mea...

T and I, after our intense masturbation session, chilled on the sofa for a while, chatting, kissing, casually touching, and finishing off the wine in the heat of the log burner. It felt like we’d kind of pierced the surface now: we knew there was a real spark, a connection and an attraction, a need and a want to explore and share our bodies, as well as a developing level of trust. It’s hard to explain the feeling, a kind...