The Birthday Party Gloria no longer felt guilty for cheating on Jim. Why should she? After all, he was fucking their daughter. In return, Gloria fucked Jason every chance she got. He was a buff and handsome real estate client ten years younger. They did it in her office, in the car, in houses for sale, at the hotel where he stayed and even in the bed she shared with her husband. He fucked her pussy, ass, mouth, tits and a...

The body of Lucinda Michaels was found early Monday morning on the fifty yard line of the high school football stadium. She had been strangled. She was the head cheerleader and one of the most popular girls in school. It shocked the community. Two days after her body was found, Adam Strictland was arrested for her murder. The police found incriminating texts from Adam on her phone, and someone had seen them arguing on Sun...

I saw her enter the office as if through a cloud of smoke. She moved towards my desk, a vague spectral figure in burgundy, her heels clicking against the cheap tiles, and I decided it was probably best to extinguish my cigarette. The smoke dissipated. “These things will kill you,” she said, her lush voice somehow familiar. She was very short, but her cold blue eyes held authority. She had the austere, wavy hairstyle of a...

The next day, I texted John. “Remember what Jane said about being airtight? I think we found someone.” I was pretty sure he’d be in—I mean, how often do you get to fuck another man’s wife with no recriminations or obligations? So I wasn’t surprised that his response came within minutes. “Are you serious? I’m down; when and where?” The where was easy—we’d do it at our place, in our marital bed. Not only was it simple to se...

Jane was right; if we wanted to do a true airtight, we were going to need an extra cock, but where to find one? The hookup apps were the obvious solution. I searched for the apps people were using for dating these days: Tinder, Feeld, and a few of the swinger apps: XLX, SDC, and Kasidie. Were we swingers? Was Jane a hotwife, and John was her bull? The names, terms, and definitions came at me thick and fast, and I felt ove...

Jill's Corner Jim put the diary back in the lockbox and went downstairs to see who had come into the house. He found Sarah in the kitchen with two friends. “Hi Daddy. This is Jill and Susan. We’re going to work on our skit for the school pep rally.” Jill was five foot four with brown hair, brown eyes, nice tits and a tight ass. According to Sarah’s diary, she was also the school slut. Susan was a few inches taller with bl...

The next week, we lost even worse than before—our worst loss of the season. John bowed out at halftime—yet another hamstring injury. He watched the remainder of the game from the sidelines, unable to leave since we had carpooled to the game. “Carpooling” with John meant we had to drive every week, as he was too cheap to put gas in his car or pay the $1.00 parking fee. Jane didn’t seem to mind, but week after week, it irke...

On your knees quick, cause I’m about to bust, Mouth open, tongue out, waiting for that nut, The pressure’s building, the cum’s rising, When white sprays, I’ll roar like a Viking. Your pose, so demure, yet depraved and slutty, I tilt your head back and paint your face fully, Forehead, eyeballs, nose, lips and hair, Gloops, strings, globs droop onto your pair. So nasty, I love it; your face is my target, I jacked it with fu...

Michelle plonked into the passenger seat and slammed the car door. “Well, excuse the fuck outta me,” the driver said. Michelle folded her arms and stared ahead, puffing through her nostrils like an angry bull. “Hellooo. Earth to Michelle?” The driver waved his hand and then snapped his fingers. “Earth to my stubborn-ass ex.” “Don’t snap ya goddamn fingers at me, Darren,” Michelle spat, her glare scalding the vehicle’s int...

The morning arrives and as I awake, I realize we are lying nude together from our epic night before. A smile comes to my face as I'm glancing over, remembering the hot time we had last night. I start thinking about how I'd like to start the day off right for my good friend. I can see Tom lying on his back, his plump morning woody pointing up along his treasure trail towards his furry navel. The nice pink head of his cock...