Chapter 29 Lorraine Stewart was seething inside. She refused to believe that her daughter, Aislyn, would attempt to take her own life. Having her son, McKinley, and his redheaded whore agreeing with the doctor only pissed her off more. However, when a couple of detectives from the New York Police Department arrived to question her, it pushed her right over the edge. Grace returned from the hospital cafeteria with coffee f...

The morning sun eased into the dark night like a yolk river of light, spilling from the horizon where the darkness ran to hide. Still laying in bed, our bed. The hazy dimness of night became a ghost as that yolk light seeped inside, brightening the glass window on the east wall. I look at my husband. He always looks the most beautiful, illuminated by the sunrise. The naked of his skin vulnerable and unashamed next to me,...

The rooftop bar hummed with low conversation and the clink of glasses, the warm night air carrying the scent of citrus and expensive cologne. The space was sleek and modern, all polished wood and soft lighting, but my attention wasn’t on the decor. Alex and I slid into our booth, the plush seating enveloping us as I crossed my legs, letting my dress ride just high enough to tease. The booth was intimate, three sides enclo...

Chapter Twenty-Five Mac’s day started out spectacularly. After being woken up by his wife’s mouth devouring his cock, he and Grace managed to sneak in some delicious morning sex before the kids woke up, a rare treat these days. The vision of her long, red hair flowing and her voluptuous tits bouncing as she rode him was still fresh in his mind. He was fortunate to have found a woman who enjoyed sex as much as he did, espe...

Dear Mistress Kat, I’m a married man in my fifties who is trying to spice things up in my sex life, and I need some ideas on how to do it right. I want to do something special, like take my wife on a weekend away somewhere. I should let you know that she was brought up to think sex was dirty and that good girls don’t like it. With some help from a therapist, she has learned to lighten up a little and allow herself to enjo...

“I’m sorry I was an asshole.” “It’s okay; I love you.” “Thank you for forgiving me; you’re the best wife!” “Not really. But I wouldn't say no if it would ease your conscience to provide me with dessert in bed.” “Dessert? You mean sex, not ice cream, right?” I laughed, rolling onto my back, letting my legs fall open. “Nailed it in one.” “Oh, I plan to nail you, but more than just once.” True to his word, I came several tim...

As I lay there, my body humming with arousal, Sam was busy planting soft, wet kisses along my inner thighs. It was slow, agonizing, delicious torture. My pussy ached to be touched, but it was clear that Sam was hell-bent on taking his time. It was hard to blame him. After several clandestine meetings for a quick bang or a rushed suck and fuck, it was nice to be lying back on a bed with my legs spread for him, letting him...

It was Valentine’s Day, and I had no card for the love of my life. He assured me no card was necessary. “Show me I’m your Valentine.” Pushing him back on the bed, I freed his cock from its restraints and let my tongue work its magic. Inch by inch, he disappeared in my mouth until his sensitive head met the back of my throat… then kept sliding further until the thrusts produced decadent, obscene sounds and marvelous releas...

Morning arrived quickly, the weight of my new reality pressing down on me, a voyeur, a sleazy spy lurking in the shadows of my own marriage. It was a life I felt I hadn’t chosen but had been forced into, dragged there by suspicion, betrayal, and the desperate need for answers. I was awakened not by the 6:00 AM alarm I had set, but by the familiar chime of my phone, the app alerting me to motion detected by the hidden came...

Lying flat on my back, I extended my tongue and licked Louisa's clit to the best of my ability. My wife's pussy was just above my face, as was the eight-inch cock thrusting in and out of her at that very moment. It was difficult to maintain my concentration, for I was transfixed by the sight. Not only could I see the fervent coupling, but I could also hear and smell it. "Ken!" Louisa cried out to me. "Keep doing that with...

Chapter Twenty-One Since it was a short walk to Central Park, Grace decided they should head out on foot for their afternoon carriage ride. Donning light jackets and putting the kids in the double stroller, they walked west on 63rd Street towards the park, chatting and enjoying the fresh air. The sun was shining, and the sounds of the city surrounded them. When they crossed 5th Avenue, they walked along the perimeter to G...

The tires gripped the asphalt as I merged onto I-4 from 95, the interstate stretching endlessly before us. We had left TPC Sawgrass an hour ago, with another hour left before reaching home in Orlando. The faint rattle of Denise’s golf clubs in the back of the SUV broke the otherwise silent ride, a gentle but unwelcome reminder of the weekend’s abrupt end. She sat quietly in the passenger seat, her gaze fixed on the passin...