Tonight, I have been fucked by three different cocks. Two of them made me come. I'm blindfolded, unable to see who they belong to. The room is silent except for moans and heavy breathing, punctuated by my pleasured cries. Another man takes his turn. I immediately smile, for I recognize the curve of his dick; it exerts an exquisite pressure inside my pussy. I say my husband's name. I hear his pleased laugh, feel his caress...

Chapter Five Grace Remy Stewart was back in the saddle, and it felt really fucking good! Her return to work had improved her mood immensely. Though she was busier than ever trying to balance raising two kids under the age of two with being the COO of Stewart Enterprises, it was hard to deny she was much happier than when she was trying to be a stay-at-home mom. After a few weeks of working three half days, she realized th...

My sexual muse has deserted me. For three months, erotica hasn't flowed from my pen as it used to. I try, but my writing feels flat and stale. "We could watch some porn, then do it? Might stir you?" my husband suggests. Well, it couldn't hurt to try. I make mental notes throughout as my breasts are suckled, my neck is kissed and my vagina penetrated. I need unfamiliar words for familiar acts. Sweat breaks out and greases...

I inherited quite a bit when my parents passed away in a tragic accident. I was suddenly wealthy, but with few friends and no living relatives I was quite lonely. I met my wife Valery online and rescued her from death by boredom. She was more than eager to get out of the sleepy little farm town. The exciting news of the year was a boy putting a jacket and winter hat on his dog. There was a picture on the front page of the...

I have the perfect man. He is many things to many people: husband, father, grandpa, boss, friend, and mentor. But at the end of the day, he takes on his greatest role—my lover and best friend. His focus becomes my body and the pleasures he can bestow upon me with his mouth, hands, and rigid manhood. Soft kisses on my neck and shoulders give way to the clever capturing of a nipple between his teeth as he manhandles my volu...

Walt and I had almost reached the restaurant when he suddenly gave the steering wheel an exasperated smack. "Damn, I forgot my pager at the office." Glancing over at me, his face was full of apology. "Do you mind if I swing by to get it, Debra?" "Of course not," I replied. We hadn't bothered to make dinner reservations, figuring it wouldn't be difficult to get a table on a Thursday evening, so it wasn't as if we had to be...

In the earlier years of our marriage, my husband, Kevin, and I realized that we’d done almost everything we could think of to keep feeding our extraordinary libidos in a monogamous relationship. We discovered the wonderful world of the Dominant/submissive lifestyle and embraced that with gusto. I signed a sex slave contract and gave myself to my Master willingly. This led to our foray into BDSM and my realization that pai...

Once, when Jun was younger and engaged but not yet married, there had been an incident in the Pyongyang apartment block where she had lived with her parents and brother. A couple had been overheard making love too loudly. The police had come and hauled them outside, and the incautious lovers had been forced to stand naked in the open air outside the building. Almost the entire building had come out to subject them to crit...

A sensual kiss on the nape of my neck, a gentle skimming of fingertips along my shoulder and the swell of my cleavage, and a playful nibble of my earlobe all stimulate feelings of desire. A firm cupping of my breast, a terse twist of my nipple, and the dance of greedy fingers along my bare mound take that arousal up several notches. A frenzied thumb on my hard nub, a forceful spank on my backside curves, and the demanding...

(Gerald) We loved our son Jonathan dearly, but having him in the house greatly complicated our sex lives. For the next few months, my wife and I had quickies with Chloe three or four nights a week. We’d make an excuse to go to the guest house or Chloe would find a reason to go in our bedroom with us. One night we went to the basement and ‘did laundry’ for an hour or so. I got long solo sessions with my new Mistress on the...

Warren and I ate dinner in strained silence, for I'd given up on trying to make conversation. My husband was far more interested in refilling his glass of Cabernet than he was in talking to me. His expression was dour, and as I regarded him, I wondered how a man could appear to age so much in just a few weeks. It had been this way since his company had decided to lay off a significant number of employees. Warren had nothi...

Hot water fell from the shower head as steam rose from below to fill the room with a light haze. Matthew stood beneath the stream of hot water in the locker room shower. He rinsed the soap suds from the dark hair that covered his body. He ran his soft hands across his chest, over his belly, and down between his legs. His cock was stiff from the heat and the memories of his stimulating day. He was in one of the curtained s...

(Rochelle) By the time I returned to the living room carrying my red pumps with four-inch heels, Chloe was having another small orgasm. She moaned, “UMMMMM! That’s a good pet, Germ! Ooooh! So good! Let’s see how well Roach does it.” I held the shoes out and objected, “But I don’t like the taste…” She whispered in my ear, “If you want to keep him, this is your chance.” She moved back a little and put the shoes on. As she s...

(Gerald) As I gave my speech at the Maritime Archaeology conference, I stared at pretty Emily in the fourth row. She was wearing a tight white blouse and the shape of her black bra could be seen through it slightly. I also liked that she had her shoulder-length blonde hair in pigtails, making her look even younger and cuter. “…and the French gunnery was so poor that instead of firing a warning shot, they actually hit the...