My wife Linda and I have been swingers for many years. We have met many wonderful couples and single men at parties and have had many sexy experiences. In recent years we have contacted and gotten together with single men. Most times, the three of us play together but occasionally, Linda will meet them alone for some private fun. I love to hear about the adventures later. Some people would say I'm a cuckold. Labels don't...

Lady Penelope Ward-Williamson's boudoir was perfection. Dominated by her Regency bed, the room had a high ceiling and was decorated with gilded moldings. There were carved and gilded wall panels and luxurious draperies, expensive curtains, and wall hangings. The two antique seats were upholstered in blue and gold fleur-de-lis satin. Her Ladyship loved the elegant and classic Regency feel to the room. She had designed the...

Julie is enjoying her new job with Mr. Henshaw far more than she ever dreamed. At least once a day, she milks Mr. Henshaw of his creamy fluid. She loves the taste and how it slides down her throat and wonders why she refused to do it for all those years. Julie is relatively satisfied giving Mr. Henshaw a handjob to extract his seaman. Twice though, she put the head of his giant cock in her mouth instead of resting it on h...

Julie, a widower, and churchgoer two months short of her sixty-eighth birthday, had started a new job. She hadn't worked for almost five years and wanted something to make her feel worthwhile. The job was only a few hours a week, keeping Mr. Henshaw's office paperwork filing and such in order. It suited Julie because she still had plenty of time for her garden and keeping her home spotless—Julie's two favorite pastimes. M...

Word came down from the Governor. Coronavirus was spreading and we’ve been told to stay inside until further notice. The ‘New York State on Pause’ executive order has really put a screeching halt to everyone’s ability to enjoy life. Most of all, it has shut down people trying to connect. Sometimes it can be difficult for me to meet people. Now it’s impossible. I live alone on the 20th floor of a high-rise luxury condo on...

The First Incident I wondered when I’d hear from Lynn Fortier again because she had told me to expect her. I didn’t know how long that would be; she had only said it would be “occasionally.” It turned out to be only a week. She was the executive director of my division, but I didn’t report directly to her. Except for the previous week, I had rarely spoken to her. She didn’t go in for a lot of socializing with her employee...

It’s happened to me several times since, but Lenore was the first girl to dump me for another guy. It went about the same way as the later incidents.  The first thing I noticed was that she had stopped contacting me, and she wouldn’t return my attempts to contact her. The telephone was our usual method of communication. Sometimes I would run into her in the lobby or the elevator, but when it came to arranging dates the ph...

One day in September, I got a phone call from Lenore’s Aunt Julia. That seemed odd because I hadn’t said much to her in the weeks I had known Lenore. I had been invited to dinner with them at the apartment only once. Sometimes I ran into Julia on the elevator. I was the one to answer the phone that day. We greeted each other and had a bit of chit-chat about the weather or something. Then she said, “Lenore’s at Lehman a lo...

Prologue One day, not long after the ferry terminal episode, Holly, Tiffany, and I were hanging out in a bar having sherry. I didn’t particularly like sherry, but I decided to follow their lead. At one point Tiffany said, “We know another lady who would like to meet a nice young man like you.” I blurted out, “Another one?” “Let me tell you about Catherine, or Cathy. She’s forty-two; she’s also divorced and she has two son...

One afternoon Holly and I were hanging out at a coffee shop in Manhattan. Along the way we got to talking about role-play games. We had already done some of those, but she proposed a new one. Holly started describing it. “We’re going to be playing a pick-up game. Have you heard of those?” “No; I’m not up on them.” “What they are is this: two people pretend they don’t know each other. Then one picks up, or tries to pick up...

Marie woke at three in the morning, still on top of the bed and naked. Naked except for her garter belt and nylons. She had a pee and got into bed. It was after nine when she woke again. The air was full of the musky smell of sex. Or more accurately the smell of Ryan's cum Marie had rubbed into her skin. Rather than a shower when she got out of bed, Marie went to the kitchen and made a coffee. The phone buzzed. Marie had...