Rishavni referred to him only as ‘The Help’. The generic, gender-neutral term pandered to her husband’s chauvinistic worldview, and she suspected that it had never occurred to him that The Help might be anything other than a dowdy, middle-aged woman. As long as their large house was spotlessly clean when he returned from his highly-paid job in the City, Rishavni’s husband had little interest in who was responsible for its...

I was home, alone, again, on a Friday night. Sitting in front of my computer, and logged in to my favorite porn site. Among all the usual thumbnails for a variety of sex videos, there was the usual ad in the corner: “Fuck Older Women Near You, For Free!” it blared, in a bright, blinking font. “If only those were for real,” I thought to myself with a sigh. I had graduated from college a few months ago, and was fortunate en...

Beth woke up early the next morning with her head filled with thoughts from the day before. Thinking about Jim and his huge cock. Her pussy started to tingle, so she reached down and ran her fingers over her soft folds. A shiver shot through her body as she thought about him coming over again today. She hopped up out of bed and turned on the shower. She stepped in as the water heated up. The warm water felt good as it pla...

Shortly after my divorce, I was having erotic dreams, so I decided to see a psychologist. Wendy Morton, MD; a sex therapist helped me in the past work through that time. I need her help once again. In our last session, I made some revealing confessions. She is a hands-on therapist, and I am sure she will understand. This time it isn’t dreams, it is reality. “Thanks for seeing me, Doctor. This is embarrassing so I’ll try t...

As I smoothed my pencil skirt down over my hips and thighs, I noticed the tiny bumps in the fabric caused by the clasps of my garter. This won't do, I thought. I'd look too much like a whore walking into the lobby of the Grand Hilton, so I stepped out of my skirt and removed the garter. My thigh-high stockings would have to hold themselves in place. I liked my pencil skirt's sleek, slender look, which hugged my hips seduc...

As Miguel eagerly planned their first date, he couldn't shake the excitement coursing through him. The prospect of spending time with Sun-hee, the gorgeous Asian woman who had captured his attention, fueled his desire. With a confident grin, he sent her a text message. "Hey, Sun-hee, I hope you're having a great day! We could go to Capital Grille for dinner tonight. What do you think?" As he waited for her reply, Miguel's...

By the time the Crabfest rolled around a year later and as generous as we had been with our bodies, Mateo and Santiago had lost interest in Francesca and me, two older 30+ ladies. I had been a faithful wife for an entire three months, if you don't count reliving the fun with those boys with my fingers and a beer bottle or two and several nights with Fran. "Hey Nance, wanna check out the Crabfest again?" she proposed as we...

I was eighteen, and in the summer before I went to uni, I was working on garage fuel pumps in the days before self-service. One of our regular customers was a lady in her mid-thirties whom I will call Vera. She always smiled and was very forward and provocative in the way she acted whenever I served her (with petrol, you understand). She would stick her shapely breasts out; make sure I got a good look at her beckoning bot...

"Never would have guessed." After finishing a night of marathon sex, Tony could only nod, a wide grin splitting his face. "There's always more than meets the eye, Tony." Sun-hee hummed a contented sound. Tony wondered what she meant by that. "Alright, alright, Ms. Mystery. Spill it. What's your big secret that a harmless guy like me wouldn't guess?" "Actually," she continued, a playful glint returning to her eyes, "five y...