Angie is a bag of nerves. Her stomach's in her throat. Her hands are trembling. And her heart is pumping madly. She hasn't behaved like this before. Angie always acted faithfully. The thought of what she's about to do sickens her to the core. But she is driven ... by a raw animal impulse, a need she has to satisfy. She lowers her head in shame and strides through the hotel lobby to the bar in the hope that she won't be re...

Dan and Trish lay like spoons in their king-sized bed. The fan above them provided little relief from the summer heat, but their sweat was caused mainly by the sexual gymnastics they had just completed moments before. The bedcovers were still bunched at the foot of the bed and their naked forms glistened in the dim lamplight. Trish felt exhausted. She had experienced an orgasm some twenty minutes into their copulation. St...

I sit amidst the rumpled Egyptian cotton sheets, my back against the polished Royal York Hotel headboard, watching as she rolls on her black nylon stockings. Left, then right; the elegant reversal of the work I’d done so willingly little more than three hours before. There’s an ache inside me as I watch her, a hint of bitterness in my mouth, because the fact that she’s getting dressed means that our time is over for at le...

Most people wouldn't think of a weekend in a midwestern city as a weekend in paradise, but I wouldn't describe this weekend of lustful adventure any other way. Lisa told me I passed my audition; she was ready for more and would like to include her significant other, Joe. After discussing our mutual fantasies, we all agreed that a bisexual MMF romp with Lisa, Joe, and me, would be just what we all needed. I hadn't met Joe...

If you’re reading this, that means you’ve probably read about my special arrangement with my husband, Justin. It started way back when we were just dating, and I found out that he had a very special kink. He got off on me, telling him about my previous sex life. Eventually, when I was on business trips, I started looking for adventures I could tell Justin about. Just to be clear, it wasn’t just for Justin; I enjoyed it a...

“Get Brook’s business, whatever you have to do, Amy. Even if you have to sleep with him.” These words from her boss, Miranda Kerr resonated with Amy Parkes. It had been a bad year at the Mirage ad agency. They were massively down on in the first two quarters and probably looking at redundancies if things didn’t pick up. Rick Brooks could be their saviour. He was the General Manager of a multi-million-dollar fast-food rest...

Debbie Burnside, aged forty-nine, was tipsy but not drunk. It was, after all, her daughter's wedding, and Debbie was enjoying herself. Her husband Steve was drunk, but the speeches had been done, so it did not matter too much. Debbie was on the dance floor and really letting herself go as she swung her wide hips, enclosed in a clinging dress, to the music from the disco. She was not dancing with anyone in particular, just...

"What the fuck!" said the woman, turning to confront the person that had just slapped her arse. "Oh, I am so sorry, I thought that you were someone else," responded the man who had slapped her arse. "Someone that you must know quite well," said the woman, softening a bit as she looked at the handsome man. "Yes, again, I am so sorry; can I buy you a drink to apologise?" said the man. They were both in a rather crowded bar...

I’m a part-time wife. I decided that was what I was, and I liked it. It started several years ago when I was promoted to a job that required regular out-of-town trips. It wasn’t long before I discovered the advantages. The first time I discovered the advantages was during a week-long trip to Boston. I’d gone out to dinner around the corner from my hotel and met Ivan. There was something about him, and while we were waitin...