My wife and I were playing another one of our regular gigs together at a local pub. I had offered to drive so that she could have a drink and enjoy herself. We were playing well, and my wife was looking extremely sexy and confident. I was starting to notice that it wasn't just me checking her out. There was one guy in particular that seemed to be blown away by her sex appeal. He was tall, strong, and handsome and definite...

Rishavni referred to him only as ‘The Help’. The generic, gender-neutral term pandered to her husband’s chauvinistic worldview, and she suspected that it had never occurred to him that The Help might be anything other than a dowdy, middle-aged woman. As long as their large house was spotlessly clean when he returned from his highly-paid job in the City, Rishavni’s husband had little interest in who was responsible for its...

Jay, a forty-year-old construction manager with a passion for erotic storytelling, sat at his desk, fingers hovering over the keyboard, ready to weave another tantalizing tale. His sandy blonde hair fell over his forehead as he focused intently on the screen, his muscular frame relaxed in the chair. He had become quite the sensation online, captivating readers with his steamy adventures. Among his dedicated followers was...

Mollie couldn't contain her excitement as she watched the delivery truck pull up outside her house. It was a mundane task, ordering groceries, but the thought of seeing him again made her giddy. She had been anticipating this moment all week, ever since the last time he delivered her weekly supplies. There was something about this young delivery driver that made her feel alive, and she couldn’t wait for another encounter...

It was a Friday evening, and Mollie, a shy mother of two, was feeling a bit worn out after a long week at work and kids events. She had been flirting subtly with her colleague, Josh, which had been working closely with her on a project. Josh was a few years younger than her, with a tall but slender build. Since they had just wrapped up their project, they had decided to grab some drinks after work to unwind. As they sat a...

It was 10:38 in the morning when Jessica finally got out of bed, following four intense orgasms. She’d woken up wet and horny in an empty house, her kids at sleep-away camp, and her husband at work in the city, and decided on a lazy morning with her favorite toy, a vibrating rabbit-style dildo with a clit-stimulating attachment. She might have gone for round five, but the summer sun streaming through the windows had alrea...

A little about myself: I was born in 1969 to a woman who was seventeen at the time. My father has been in and out of my life and absent for the last twenty years. I have three step-siblings, all from different Fathers. I lost my virginity and got pregnant all at the same time during a U2 concert in 1987. My first husband, Gerry, who was a friend of my older brother, lifted my skirt and fucked me to the rhythm of the music...

England, 2024. My wife is a pure and unadulterated slut. This, however, does not bother me in the least. Since we met and married, we had the best of sex lives, screwing each other every chance we had. As Lord and Lady Windermere, we wanted for little. My landed estate and wealth ensured a stable and carefree life. Now our lives have changed. Down to me, alas, as I have become a voyeur. I love watching my gorgeous wife ge...

“Marci, do you have anything on this next client?” “Yes, Doctor. The folder’s in your inbox. Connie Cushing is her name, I think. Neglected Spouse Syndrome. I’m finishing up the computer scan now: I found a ton of hotwife and cuckold porn. You know, lots of cumslut and creampie stuff. Oh, and also some pretty decent lesbian porn.” “Good, good; that’s the husband, obviously. Anything on her?” “Yes, I hacked hers too. It’s...

“Would you like to help out, honey?” asked my wife, and I nodded involuntarily, even though I had absolutely no idea what it was all about. I was enjoying the pleasant idleness, the blissful calming effect of the food coma that slowly set in after dinner and the fact that I didn’t have to entertain our hosts. It was a pleasant evening, for sure, it was nice to relax with Erik and Anita after the whole week of monotonous w...

Doug was fucking me. It was afternoon and sun flooded through an open window. Outside a coconut palm swayed in a gentle breeze. We were both sweating. The beach cabin was not air-conditioned and it was hot. I like sweaty sex. Glistening wet bodies fit together better. I like the feel of slippery skin as I run my fingers over my partner’s body, exploring crevices and crannies. I like the salty taste of sweat as it drips of...

Independence Day? Ah, yes, Christmas in July. Treason is the reason for this beautiful ass season, where we promiscuous gun-toting, bacon-eating, war-winning, beer-drinking, bar-fighting degenerates celebrate our Brexit. For some, it's the last day of having all ten fingers after setting off illegal military-grade fireworks, but a pinky is a small, noble sacrifice to honor the day we set out milk and cookies for Captain A...