Being a divorced fifty-three-year-old workaholic woman is no picnic. As a member of the Florida State House of Representatives, it is social death. The hours are long. I spend an exceptional amount of time away from my home near Tampa and the pay is terrible. It was never my intention to go into politics. I was a high school principal when the State Rep in my district died in a car accident. The Governor had to pick a rep...

I was sitting in a cozy chair by the fireplace in the hotel lobby, trying to finish my novel. I was giving an early morning presentation at the conference tomorrow, and always have trouble sleeping the night before a presentation. It was late, around midnight, and I figured a change of scenery might help. My job had become my life during the past few years. In my twenties, I had a pretty active social life. I went out wit...

My backside hits the push bar, and we spill out into the alley, clinging together by our sloppily dancing tongues. This will be my bedroom with Quadzilla for the next five minutes (ten if I’m lucky). Only the truly depraved fuck in the seedy crevices behind bars, so I fit in perfectly. I pull him into the center of a lost moonbeam sprayed across the littered ground and turn to grind my ass against his tented joggers. I’d...

The chill in the morning air left Anna's cheeks rosy pink and her nose chapped, a feeling she had oddly come to love as she strolled the quiet neighborhood streets of her small cul-de-sac lined with maple trees beginning to lose their leaves. The house felt strangely empty, even if the cul-de-sac was anything but, and she had to remind herself that it was only temporary. Three months offshore was enough to make it feel li...

My friends and I are waiting at the bus stop after a long day at the Florida beach. We are all wearing bikini tops with jean shorts covering our bottoms. “I’m so ready to get back to my Air BnB”, I say to the girls. I had to rent a separate place because my classes didn’t start back at the same time as theirs, due to going to a different college. As they all voice their agreement and nod along with me the bus pulls up. Th...

A few weeks have passed since my wife had sex with another man while I watched. We used this encounter for many nights of really awesome sex. We discussed this in detail. We re-enacted it several times, I told her how sexy it was. She told me how it felt great for her to be wanted and desired by another. I loved her so much for making my fantasy come true. She said she was initially nervous but gained confidence as she ma...

David’s fingers were drumming nimbly on the thickly lacquered top of the mahogany table in the dim corner cafe. The aroma of freshly ground coffee beans mingled with the smell of rain coming in from the street under the ornate, antique parrot logo of the elegant bar. David didn’t have much time to think about the situation, because Sebastian arrived, his old colleague, and already crossed the interior of the bar and stopp...

My wife Elena is a smoke show and I’m not the only one who thinks that! She's been a dancer and a fitness girl all her life, and her Latina heritage blessed her with sexy petite curves, perfect perky breasts, and a gorgeous face with bright blue eyes. People often turn their heads when she enters a room, whether it’s at the gym, at a bar, dining in a restaurant, or even at the supermarket. I'm sure guys would be surprised...

Kent watched while his wife, Libby, slept. She was a fiery-haired beauty with the face of an angel and the sex drive of a demon possessed. He considered himself a fortunate man as Libby had not only embraced the Hotwife life but had been amenable to his kicking things up a few notches with threesomes and gangbangs. But he found himself craving what he considered a more typical Hotwife scenario. The kind where the couple g...