Stephen, Jim and I fell into a nice routine in the week following Rhonda’s visit. Both my men were well satisfied, and we were all enjoying the excitement of our trysts. I was certainly getting adequate attention, and admiration, from both of my lovers. I was a very happy lady. Stephen believed that he had fallen even more deeply in love with me. He was absolutely smitten with his ‘older woman’. His libido and stamina wer...

Stephen remained quiet on the short drive back from the pharmacy, deep in thought.  We arrived home and entered through the backdoor leading to the kitchen.  Stephen clutched the bag holding the condoms tightly, and started to scurry past me, attempting to escape into the solitude of his basement fortress. I knew we needed to clear the air so I decided to 'tee up' the issue. “Stephen, come on back here. Sit down for a sec...

I showered, savoring the warmth of the pulsing jet as I rinsed Stephen’s semen from my face, hair, shoulders and legs. I reflected on the morning. Things had certainly gone much, much further than I had intended. In a matter of moments, I went from some harmless teasing to a physical sexual relationship with my young boarder. And this young boarder was the son of my good friend and neighbor. I was conflicted…Was it even p...

I was an aspiring rock star in London. Aspiring, you see. That means still trying, not having accepted defeat yet. I had a full-time job in an off-licence in south-west London, but my band did gigs once a week or so. There was a pub right on the river and we played in the basement. It must have been May or around that time. It was the weekend of the Rugby League Cup Final between two teams from the north of England. We di...

Although they said it was a ‘random inspection’, I felt that I was the target of their operation. All the contents of my car were emptied onto the roadside; a drug-detecting dog gave everything a very good sniff. I was frisked very thoroughly and quite roughly by a burly police officer. They didn’t find anything and just left me to pack all my off-road gear back into the car alone. I was merely two hundred meters from my...

The house was unusually silent when I returned from work. I stood in the downstairs hallway a moment, straining to hear any signs of my wife. Nothing. Strange. Her car was in the driveway. "Anna?" No reply. The mirror alongside the front door reflected only my unshaven features that I rubbed once. My eyes appeared duller blue than usual, I was sure. The merger was more complicated than I expected and finalising it was tak...

There was a knock on the door. A female voice called George's name: "George, are you there? It's Lisa." Reluctantly, George let her in into his hotel room. "Are you all right?" he enquired of her. "Yes, I'm well. I thought you could do with some company," she answered. George moved away from her to the window on the other side of the room. This left her standing in the doorway without an answer. Lisa let herself in and lo...

I After the bare-chest episode which Mandy probably thought had shocked her mother, I wasn’t sure if she would go through with our Saturday afternoon arrangement. She thought she held all the cards, unaware that while she played the role of bashful, hesitant virgin, all was not lost in my world because I had begun a sordid – yes, that’s the word – relationship with the far more accommodating Mrs Hubert. I phoned her on th...

“Mandy, you coming?” “Be right there Dad,” I shout downstairs. I love Saturday, it’s the day when Dad and I go out for a ride on his Harley Davidson. It’s a beautiful black bike, with a nice throaty roar when he opens up the throttle. I love the smell of burnt oil that wafts upwards from the cylinders, and the freedom of having your hair blowing in the wind. My Dad loves it too. --- It was Tessa that started me off down t...

Jean was pregnant. She hadn't told Paul, but she and May had gone to Ann’s Professor where the tests were carried out. Everyone was happy, especially Pam who was over the moon. Ann too was delighted. Paul was also pleased as both Ann and Jean were very intelligent women. Both would make excellent mothers. Ann had a long chat with Paul, and they had agreed that their child would have the Portland surname. Ann and May were...