After my first mind-blowing experience, I couldn’t wait to do it again! I would have picked a new guy the next day if I could, but my traditional commitments came first! The next couple weeks were pretty busy as we were a very young family. We made our three-season porch into a master bedroom, made of mostly windows. I think that was a subconscious decision, or maybe a conscious one, on my husband's behalf. Every time I t...

“We have to go. How long are we just going to keep talking about it?” Emma said to Matt, her voice tinged with frustration. “We’ll go, but I just need a bit more time,” Matt mumbled, his voice wavering slightly. For Emma, this night felt like another heavy burden. Emma and Matt lived in a city where neighbours were strangers, and people often seemed to go through the motions, like ghosts haunting their own lives. It wasn’...

CIB. Chapter 2. First Steps. ***************************************************************************** Trying to turn fantasy into reality. ***************************************************************************** After the night we both dreamt about Iris fucking someone apart from me, although she never said anything about it, I decided that we had to try to put that fantasy into practice. The more I thought abou...

I was in the kitchen, the comforting scent of fresh coffee grounds still hanging in the air as I slowly stirred my mug, when Moira’s voice drifted in from the living room. It was soft, conspiratorial, laced with that playful purr she used when she was about to twist the knife. My wife is intoxicating: voluptuous curves that move like liquid invitation, full breasts that rise and fall with every breath, and that torrent of...

Karen stretched languidly in front of the full-length mirror in their master bedroom, the late afternoon sun slanting through the blinds and warming her golden-tanned skin. At forty-four, she still turned heads—maybe more now than when the kids were home. Her blonde hair fell in loose waves past her shoulders, framing a face that carried just enough laugh lines to look lived-in and sexy. Her body was the kind men stared a...

Almost four months had passed since that first night with Adam. Not his real name, obviously, but her husband insisted on an alias, amused or wounded when she spoke of him as “Lover.” She’d chosen Adam, a secret nod to the fact that he was her first real lover. They met every two weeks, mostly, sometimes more often, weekends when the timing worked. His apartment or a hotel, one of the nicer ones. Most times she spent the...

Tens of other people's moans and grunts echo around me, and I'm being drilled in both holes in an orgy. The guy beneath me is molesting my tits with his mouth and hands. The other guy grips my hips so hard as he drives himself into my asshole repeatedly that I'm sure his handprints will be there at least for a week. My head dangles from the edge of the couch, and my long, brown hair is obscuring my face. I don't even know...

Today is my birthday. My wife offers to edge me personally, and keep me there all day. "Or do you want me to call one of my lovers?" she asks. "Call a lover," I reply. Lifting her phone, she calls a young man (probably twenty-two) who is the son of the owner of the company she works for. He approves his liaison with a hotwife saying it is good experience for him. As for her, she really gets off on his energetic approach t...

***************************************************************************** A spark is starting to sprout. ***************************************************************************** “When the Gods wish to punish us, they answer our prayers.” ― Oscar Wilde, An Ideal Husband Sometimes our lives change without us realising it; we suddenly find ourselves living a life we didn't intend, totally different from our life jus...

Kevin’s heart hammered against his ribs the second he heard the cab pull up outside the house. He rushed from the couch to the middle of the living-room rug, dropping to his knees naked except for the steel cage locked tight around his aching cock, exactly the way she liked him to greet her after a night out. The tiny padlock clicked softly against the metal with every shallow breath he took. The engine idled for a long m...