John had installed some video cameras in our bedroom, so that we could watch back future hot wife adventures. And so, when we needed a plumber to fix a problem, it sparked a delicious idea in my mind. Ryan was in his late twenties, ruggedly good looking, and a real charmer. Because of the need to order some parts, the job had taken several visits, which I had exploited to maximum effect by flirting blatantly with the trad...

Crouch End wasn't the best part of London to live in but her flat was a lot better than my old bedsit in the Holloway Road and definitely better than Richie's sofa! Jan and I decided that our relationship was going well enough to perhaps get a bigger flat. We looked at a few places and eventually, rented a place in Stamford Hill, a bit further out from central London. It wasn't a bad flat but the suburban railway line ran...

The next day, Jim was about to go out for his morning jog when Debbie called to him from Tiffany’s room. “Come in here, honey. There’s something you need to see.” Debbie handed him a pair of their daughter’s panties. The crotch was soaked with cum. “Looks like Colin and Tiffany had a good time last night,” he said, trying to make light of it. “It’s not funny, Jim,” Debbie chided. “She’s our daughter. She may be on the pil...

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...

Doc arrived at the clinic early Monday morning. He had a full schedule of appointments and meetings, with only a half hour blocked out for lunch. Indeed, he had a busy, tiring day ahead of him and felt a bit overwhelmed. Not helping matters was the fact that his administrative assistant, Margo, was on vacation. At least she had called a temp agency to have someone come in to help. He had no idea what to expect as far as t...

Despite my growing feelings for Carole, I wasn't sure that she felt the same way. We continued to go on dates and we would end up at her place rather than mine for more fantastic love making. But she wasn't saying how she felt about us and any future between us. What was mostly bugging me was the occasions that she visited Hazel without me because I knew that she and Hazel would probably be having a threesome with Barry....

Jim Miller smiled at his daughter who was sitting across from him at the breakfast table. Sarah had blossomed into a beautiful young lady, one that had become popular with the boys at school. Jim often wondered what she did with them on dates. Did she let them feel her fully developed breasts? Probably. Was she getting fingered? Maybe. What about sucking their cocks? Isn’t that what boys expected these days? There was als...

My son Robert and I may be the only surviving humans among all the billions of people in the world. The plague came suddenly to the island where I lived with my husband and Robert. My husband died, as did all the hundreds of people who lived on the island. Except for Robert and me. Perhaps we had a rare gene that protected us. I was thirty-two at the time of the plague; Robert was twelve. Communication with the mainland c...

The hasty rapping at my front door and the soft thud on my patio told me that it had arrived. "Mom!" my younger sister shouted from down the hall, "Someone is at the d-" "Shut up." I cut her off as I ran to the door. I quickly gathered the small package from the patio and shuffled back to my room, my sister eyeing me suspiciously as I pushed past her in the hall. "It's for me," I mumbled as I shut my bedroom door tightly...

Carole and I got out of bed late Saturday afternoon. Her shared bathroom was on the landing, along from her room. She said that it was almost exclusive use to her as the other room on her floor were unoccupied. "So, no hurry if you need a shower," she said. "OK," I replied. Then, added, with a cheeky grin, "Are you coming, then?" "Mmmmmm ..." she mused, returning my cheeky grin. So, she got some soap and a couple of towel...