Consenting adults Stories

Jenna was still asleep beside me in our hotel bed after our first time being with another partner. I rolled over to face her, and she rolled over, and I spooned behind her again. "Morning,” she said quietly. “Hi, babe,” I said, grabbing onto one of her boobs. She sighed softly and pushed back firmly into me. “Did we really do that last night? Or am I just dreaming it?” She asked. “Yes, we did. We both fucked someone else...

Like clockwork, I walked into my neighborhood Coffee Lounge at 7:45 am. There was the usual cast of characters who were there every weekday when I arrived: Bob the fifty-ish IBM guy, Julie the late twenties sorority girl insurance claims rep, Hank and Joe the two retired guys from the post office, and the blonde twenty-something surf dude who rarely talks to any of us. Bob calls him Spicoli, from the Fast Times at Ridgemo...