It was 8:40 as I approached the veranda table, five minutes before Tommy had told me to arrive and just twenty minutes before closing time. The brightly lit courts stood empty, their usual energy replaced by an eerie stillness. Not a single person was in sight. Gloria and I had been in this exact spot twenty-four hours ago, and it was the same table I had shared with the ladies during this afternoon's practice. My heart p...

Pulling out of the garage, my self-consciousness about my new outfit intensified as I began the ten-minute trek through the neighborhood toward the tennis courts. Despite wavering in the garage about whether to change into something less revealing, I held my ground, determined not to let my husband’s negative opinion strip away my remaining self-confidence. The Florida humidity had already coated my freckled body in a she...

I suddenly found myself short of breath, much like when I first discovered Alex’s secret life on lushstories.com. My heart raced as I retrieved my phone from the bed beside me, where it had slipped from my hand in my initial shock at the picture Gloria had just sent. It was a reaction reminiscent of my first glimpse at the porn star my husband had vividly described in his hall pass story. Barely regaining control of my fi...

The very next day, at work, I made an opportunity to drink piss and cum from another cock. Remember the Hispanic gentleman whose cock had impressed me in the 14th floor men’s room? Well, I used my access as a DBA to look him up in the security card database. It wasn’t hard, I just pulled up the photos of all the local, male, Spanish-language CSRs. His was the third one I retrieved. Miguel Salazar is his name and I called...

Just before 9:00 PM, I approached the entrance of Eagle Point, the most prestigious neighborhood in my city. My car came to a grinding halt at the gate, thanks to brakes that should have been replaced months ago. The security guard emerged from a guardhouse the size of an average middle-class home, his face marked with unmistakable judgment. Despite his attempt at politeness, he couldn’t hide his curiosity and contempt fo...

Trailing in the pungent, inescapable chlorine-scented wake of Danny, Candace reveled proudly in the jeers of passing housekeepers and couples within the claustrophobic corridor, most of whose female counterparts would have risked everything to be in her shoes in that moment. As the towering 6’2” Danny began to decelerate, Candace and Paul felt a surge of nervousness, realizing they were mere moments from reaching his room...

Marital hall passes were something only ever mentioned in the movies, or jokingly brought up between couples while in an intoxicated state. The odds of a spouse being presented with the opportunity of a random intimate encounter with Chris Hemsworth or Sydney Sweeney had been so miniscule that it was typically just something passively agreed to in the spirit of avoiding a stupid argument. Paul’s entire life began to flash...

This is a true story from the 1980's. Meeting Jane at a wedding recently brought back memories. Back then, I was lucky enough to be seduced by our babysitter. Jane was a beautiful, wavy-haired blond with big breasts, and she was just eighteen years old. Tracey, my wife of five years, had gone to visit her parents with the children, travelling by train, as then we only had one car. I was at home and in bed, having been on...