Scene 10: "Honey, do you remember Chris?" John arrived home after a long day at work and his therapy session with Claire. He felt a little nervous about what he was going to do next, but he knew it was for the best. As he walked through the front door, he saw Sarah sitting on the couch, sipping on a cup of tea. "Hey, hun," she said, looking up and smiling. "How was work?" "It was fine," he replied, taking off his jacket a...

"Morning, Mrs. S!" Bryan stands up from where he'd been leaning over to pick up the mail at the sound of the familiar voice. He squints through the stained-glass window of the front door. Outside, his suburban neighborhood looked as normal as ever. All the uniform houses lined up in a row, their lawns all mowed, proudly displaying their owner's willingness to abide by the Homeowners Association's rules and regulations. Ex...

Tabatha and Andy were highschool sweethearts and married for six years. Tabatha loved Andy very much, but it felt like lately they were drifting apart. He was coming home later every night, usually smelling of alcohol, and would often get very defensive when she asked where he'd been. To top it off, they hadn't had sex for months. At first, she thought he was cheating on her, but as she began to investigate she realized h...

On Wednesday morning of Breeding Week, Mason called me at work to tell me that the valuation was done and he told me what the buyout figure would be. It sounded fair to me, that is, it was higher than I expected. “My attorney is reviewing the offer letter and we’re planning to deliver it to your attorney tomorrow. What do you think about closing on Monday?” “Wow, that was quick!” I responded happily. “Sure, I don’t see wh...

“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...

The next evening Anna put on her best business suit, a black pinstriped pants suit; I was in my usual business-casual attire, slacks and a polo shirt. I smiled as I admired her (surreptitiously, so as not to make her self-conscious) knowing that she wanted to make a totally professional businesslike impression, but that suit makes her look incredibly hot and I knew it would knock Mason out. Although it was a short trip to...

Martin had noticed we hadn’t been calling in the pub or seeing around town as often, the way things were before Doc came along. Looking back, I guess I was at a low ebb, feeling a bit sorry for myself. Although the affair between Sue and Doc had ended, there wasn't much going on between us—well, not in bed, at least. My GP said the erectile dysfunction was down to stress; he advised me to "back off" for a while. Trying an...

That year-long affair you had with Doc, certainly changed you, you've become a very different woman, a bold, sexually confident woman. Almost the opposite has happened to me, you've told me often enough that I was never "vigorous" even before we started down this path, but you have made me what I am. No complaints though, never in my wildest dreams did I ever think that being cuckolded by you would be as intensely erotic...

I descended into the delights of becoming a cuckold thanks to my wife Susan, a registered nurse on the IC Ward of our local hospital. Sue was often on night duty, seven days on, seven off, but it worked for us. One of the doctors she worked with liked the look of her, often complimenting her on how attractive she looked, playful stuff at first to see how she would react. Sue was only twenty-three at the time; we had been...