By the time we got back to our room after our liaison with Aliah and Jamal, we were spent. We took a nice warm bath in the double soaker tub and reminisced about the night we’d experienced. Ordinarily, such reminiscences would lead to another round of sucking and fucking culminating in loud and wet orgasms but we just didn’t have anything left to give. We finished our bath, got dried off and climbed into bed, our naked bo...

"Damn," Marcus muttered under his breath as he felt the phantom twitch in his empty crotch again. He gripped the steering wheel tighter, focusing on the road ahead. "How the fuck did this happen?" The question echoed in his head like a broken record. It had all started with that damned fly. The molecular beam was a marvel of science, a tool that could slice through the toughest materials with the precision of a surgeon's...

“Mrs. Davenport, are you ready?” Delilah shook her head as though coming out of a dream. “Mrs. Davenport?” “Yes, Reed. Thank you. I’ll be right there.” The clarinet player smiled. “Don’t be nervous; we’ve practiced this song six ways from Sunday. Mr. Davenport will love it.” Delilah returned his smile. “Yes, I certainly hope so… and I hope he enjoys what I have planned for afterwards.” Reed’s smile turned devilish. “I can...

We took up positions on the two couches, each of us beside our own husbands. Greg began relating our tale and I watched in amusement as Paul’s eyes grew wider and wider. “So you just sat and watched as some guy with a nine-inch dick fucked your wife!” he stammered. “In my defense, I had a twenty-year-old college sophomore with her lips around my cock,” Greg replied. “Fuck me!” Paul breathed. “She intends to!” whispered hi...

The next day, Emma awoke to the soft light of dawn filtering through the curtains, her body still humming with the aftershocks of the previous night's escapades. The bed beside her was cold, the sheets empty. She could hear the distant murmur of John's voice downstairs, the low timbre of his words unmistakable. Wrapping herself in a silk robe, she padded down the stairs, her bare feet whispering against the polished wood....

David returned home from his overseas trip after being gone for four weeks. He routinely worked a four-week rotation. In the past, Paula was always waiting for him at the airport. This time was no different, but standing next to Paula was Maurice. Paula was very happy to see her husband, and she ran up to meet him. She gave him a big kiss and hugged him with passion. Maurice waited until they had broken their embrace and...

Chapter 2 Inside, the room was bathed in the soft glow of candlelight, the walls adorned with intricate tapestries that seemed to pulse with the beat of the music. A large, velvet-covered bed dominated the space, and Rachel was led to it, her eyes wide with excitement and apprehension. Khalid gestured to Tariq, and the younger man nodded, his own eyes filled with a fiery hunger. Layla turned to me, her eyes gleaming. "You...

After David hung up from the phone call, Paula said, “Thank you for calling him. I appreciate that you asked him. We wanted you to be the one to invite him to our home.” “You are welcome. It did feel a bit odd for me to invite someone over to our home with the intention of having sex with you. But at the same time, it felt exhilarating.” “I am glad you liked the feeling.” Nothing else was said about the matter that evenin...

Lying naked on the couch, my body still humming with the aftershocks of my climax, I watch Mrs. Jones and the coach ascend the stairs. The sound of their footsteps fades as they disappear into the hallway, no doubt headed for my parents' bedroom. My mind wanders back to the memory of spying on them having sex on my parents' bed. It was wrong to invade their privacy like that, but that night set off a chain of events that...

After orally satisfying one another, we sit with our backs against the headboard and cuddle. We still lust for more. With my arm around you, I fondle your breast and pinch your nipple. You respond with a soft purr of a moan. You lean harder against me and start running your hand up and down my thigh. "I love your thighs, Bob. They're so solid and hairy," you tell me. You slide your hand over my thigh and I spread my legs...