Mature married couple Stories

Our weekend with our friends Mark and Sandra started deliciously. This would be the first time my wife Susie and I had fucked other partners, and by the time we arrived at the secluded woodland lodge we had rented for the weekend, we were on fire with unbridled lust. We were so ready to take the final step in the consummation of our libidinous desires. Like us, Mark and Sandra were in their early fifties. We had first met...

"Sit down, Vicky, you are making the place look untidy," smiled fifty-eight-year-old Megan Humphries to her friend Vicky Mitchell, who was a year older. Megan was visiting her friend's house for a coffee. "I would rather not, Tim gave me a bare-arsed caning last night, and it is still very tender," replied Vicky. "Shit! You are joking, aren't you?" said Megan, who knew that in the past, Vicky had been subjected to domesti...

Mike Shepherd, aged in his late fifties, had just come home from having sex with twenty-year-old Lisa Garner, who worked for him, to have his wife Sandra announce that there was something that she needed to tell him. Sandra was aware that Mike and Lisa fucked, she had to be because she caught them at it just over a week before, and she had said that they could continue but needed to ask for and get her permission each tim...

I woke to the sound of water running. A shower. Mid-morning sunlight shone through the window and onto the empty spot in my bed. Bonnie had woken before me; odd for a Saturday, but not entirely unexpected. She crashed almost as soon as we got home, while I lay awake thinking about her immediate slumber. That, and a slew of other indicators that made me wonder how solid my marriage was. It’s not that I suspected Bonnie of...

Marie Quinn enjoyed her drive around the picturesque villages in the hills near her rented cottage. She had great memories of the area from earlier in her forty-seven years on the planet. She had a meal in a pub in one of the villages; she did not want to be eating heavily later in the day because the evening and night promised to be energetic. This was the fourth day of a week that Marie had rented the cottage, and on th...

Forty-seven-year-old divorcee Marie Quinn had rented a holiday let in an English village for a week, and she had called into the local village pub on her first evening there. The pub was not very busy, and Marie was seated at a table on her own. A happy-looking couple entered the pub, they were probably in their sixties, and they were obviously locals as the bar staff and customers greeted them by their first names. Her n...