I had a great weekend with Hazel. We did the night out, we did the sex, we did the trip to the market. She cooked a proper meal - it was the first proper cooked meal I'd had since leaving home nearly two years before. My meals had been take aways and visits to restaurants and, of course, Carole's tea and toast! But Hazel had cooked a meal for me! After dinner, we washed up together and then, sat and watched TV, just relax...

Cuckold Chronicle Issue One *** “You’re joking, aren’t you?” Becky was suspicious, as if I were a police officer trying to lure her into a trap. “Either that or you’ve gone crazy!” “Becky,” I said, my voice as sincere as anything. But we both know that I’m just not good enough to make you feel that way.” I couldn’t believe that after so long the words had finally come out of my mouth. And to my wife. Becky sat beside me o...

The night was still young after I'd had my fun with Carole and our new friend, Jackie. She got up and went to the wash basin in Carole's room, saying that she needed to get back home to get ready for work the next day. Over the last year, I had watched my ladies as they had got washed and tidied up after an evening of lust and I had always found it very sexy. Often, it would lead to another lusty session, requiring a furt...

Celly and I left my bedsit the next morning. I was going to work and she was going home. She had to catch a bus as she lived in Muswell Hill and it was a bit of a trek from mine. A few hundred yards away took us to the bus stop and we waited together until the bus came. "You doing anything tonight?" I asked. "I'm meant to be going to a pub with my flatmate. There's a live band, it should be a good night. You should come,...

“Is it okay with you if Mason fucks me?” I asked, enunciating the question clearly and precisely. It was a simple one, but I didn’t want to have to repeat it. Anna looked mildly surprised. Her long, lank hair, still damp from the shower, did absolutely nothing to detract from her radiant perfection. Rather, it seemed to accentuate the widening of her large, clear eyes. “Can I watch?” She didn’t address me; she was looking...

Hi, my name is Louisa and I’ve written several times with stories about my love life and what my husband lets me get up to now. As I’ve mentioned before I’m a fit woman just the wrong side of fifty now but with a good figure for my age. I keep myself trimmed and toned at the gym now. I go every morning since my husband Mike said I should give up work for good. One day I decided I needed a small hobby or something to keep...

It’d been a hard week again, working extra hours. Some rest and play were much needed. Anna had prepared a wonderful meal for us both, we shared a bottle of wine whilst we were eating. We settled down on the sofa for a “firestick and chill” kinda evening, the wine flowed freely, and we were trying to find a film to watch when I scrolled down and found the “Adult section.” Her eyes lit up. “Oh, haven’t seen this before.” “...

The day following my evening with Mandy, where her husband accepted my role in their marriage, started off normally but soon changed when an angry Sarah came into my office and closed the door. “How can you be such a shit?” she asked, “you’ve completely crushed Tim and made Mandy feel bad. You’re a bastard, Alan.” “Sit down, Sarah, and calm down,” I said, “Tim wants to be crushed. He wants to be servile. He’s nearly accep...

The evening started much as any other. I'd been visiting Mistress once a month for nearly a year now. It was an interesting diversion for me and certainly helped to keep me grounded. I suppose I should explain. I am to all intents and purposes dominant, both in my normal day-to-day life and sexually. I naturally control most situations into which I enter, be they business negotiations or in sexual play. My visits to Mistr...