“You should have seen her titties bounce and heard her squeal as I fucked her!” Jay told his friend, Simon. “Wow! She was a real live-wire then? Must not have a good fuck in a long time. I remember when my wife would squeal like that!” Go on, tell me more!” Simon begged, fully engaged with the lewd story Jay was telling. Let’s go back to the beginning. Back to when these two old friends met up. Back to the genesis of the...

Ian pulls into the garage of his house and we go in through the back door into the kitchen. We have the lightning tour. Everything is tidy as I suspected it would be, and clean. He tells me he has a husband and wife whip through every two weeks who make things spotless whether they want to be spotless or not. After the tour, I chop tomatoes and Ian grates some cheeses and soon we are having some very good omelets and sipp...

Betty came down the basement stairs and was greeted with a chorus of "Happy birthday!" Betty paused with her hand on the railing and looked around the room. She counted seven men, plus Ted, standing naked and clapping, their cocks weaving and bobbing, all waiting for her. Step after step she edged closer, putting her other hand in Ted's when she reached the bottom step, and he led her into the room. "Here she is, boys!" T...

Topless, Zoe fondled husband Rob’s thick cock. They sipped their Martinis. After a frantic week at their busy workplaces this was the regular Friday night wind-down ritual. Ditto the intense sex that followed. The sexual routine was always the same. Why change a successful formula? A tap at the door, and next-door neighbour Mike arrived, wearing just a black tee-shirt, huge dribbling dick pointing skywards. Rob zipped up....

Things were tense when we got home, less between my wife and me than between Travis and his mom. The two of them went out a few days later for a very, very long dinner. When they got home, both had been crying, but the tension had largely gone. Later that night, in bed, Allison curled up close to me and whispered. “Thank you so much, Luke. God, thank you. You’re such a good dad, and you’re a damned better husband than I d...

Marge was sitting at the small table, looking out the window and wringing her hands together. Her eyes were moist; not full of tears, not yet, but right on the verge. When she heard me enter, though, the first one slid down her cheek. “Charlie, baby. We need to talk.” That phrase never presaged a happy conversation. Everyone, man or woman, married or single, knows that. I knew it better than most. Sitting down in the chai...

Marie Quinn, aged forty-seven, was visiting a derelict abbey in the English countryside. She had visited it in the past and had rented a cottage in the area intending to visit picturesque villages and places of historic interest that she knew from years before. It was the sixth day of her one-week stay in the village so this was her last full day. To say that the week had not gone as Marie originally planned, would be a h...

As forty-seven-year-old Marie Quinn wandered around the castle that she had not visited for several years, her mind was not on what she was seeing. Her mind was both going back over all the things that had happened since she entered the village pub on her first evening of staying in a holiday let cottage, and also going forward to what was likely to happen later that day and beyond. Since Marie's entry into the pub, she h...