Looking through the viewfinder, Tim recorded his best friend Alex pushing his cock deep into Eve. Eve raked her blood-red French-tipped nails along Alex’s thighs, up his back, and across his shoulders. She gripped him fiercely and reveled as his cock entered her for the first time. Larger than Tim, her sex flushed with his entry, warming her. Alex brought the heat to her pussy, the good kind. Eve moaned. Taking Alex for a...

A puzzled expression crossed Tim's thin face. He shot Caesar a look before turning to Eve as she came down the stairs. Tim knew that radiant look from the first year they were married. There was love all over. John Bull followed, carrying her overnight bag. "Is this what you meant?" Caesar nodded. "Tim, I said you needed to be ready for this. Are you?" Tim looked at the glass of beer in his hand and studied the bubbles dr...

“You’ve got to be kidding me! This Halloween is simply the best time of year to have sex with men!” Eve adjusted her black steampunk bustier. She looked terrific in long black leather boots, cleavage, and a stylish black mask: a mask covering her mouth but not her eyes. A black panty triangle with a smiling orange Jack o’ Lantern completed her look. "Everyone's wearing a mask this year. No one knows who you are, and you d...

The red velvet cake sat practically untouched. Three fingers of icing had been scooped from its surface and spread on my erection. I remember the sweetness of us as she swallowed dessert. I also remember warm conversations between the pursuits of shared orgasms. We were adults within the four posters of her bed. It was a three-condom evening and a no-condom morning. Our breakfast was red velvet cake and coffee. She said "...

I silenced my cellphone. My overnight bag held my clothes, my conscience, condoms, and red velvet cake. A Sweet Night with her was my choice. Opportunity opened the door. I stepped in. She wore a rose-colored apron; a gold necklace disappeared between her breasts. Her scent? Heavenly floral. Naked and bountiful underneath, I leaned in to kiss her cheek. She took me on her lips. “Your bag goes in my bedroom. There’s an apr...

I was stunned. I didn’t know who to talk to about the invitation I received. It was from a woman in my office. I wasn’t taking it to HR. I wanted to protect her. Can't talk to anyone. “Hi, Dave, I’m inviting you to a Sweet Night on Friday night. We’ll have dinner and NSA sex. Pack an overnight bag. RSVP preferred but not required.” These things happen to other men. Not ordinary men like me. Opportunity’s knocking. oOo Mrs...

She knew he would publish it on an adult website. She was excited. It was one of several adventures she and Captain Handsome were having. Mrs Peach re-read the email she was sending: "Oh my stars, Captain Handsome! I love you! "I can hardly wait for you to come home! Three days at that convention in Chicago is enough! Do you miss me? I miss you! "There isn't much to do in Minneapolis without you. And it's so cold outside;...

Sheila kept her silence although she fumed internally. Her friends were lamenting about how frequently their husbands wanted sex. At an appropriate pause in the conversation, Sheila arched an eyebrow and in her natural southern accent she said, "Y'all are going ‘bout this all wrong.” She sipped a little wine. Should she share her long-held secret with her friends? All of the women turned towards her. They blinked expectan...

His nectar, his milk, the seed of Caesar, was inside her and coated her cervix. The goddess of Eve's biology rewarded her behavior with a waterfall of endorphins. Blissful feelings enveloped Eve; she felt complete. Caesar's member softened; his eruption and aftershocks subsided. As he withdrew, a residue of magma dripped thickly onto the bedsheet. He rolled onto his back, and Eve nestled into his arm and sighed. She had g...

Oh, God. What if Tim is right? The phrase blazed within Eve's head as Caesar thrust inside. Six days earlier, Eve chose to eat an apple from the tree of extramarital sex. John Bull offered Caesar Antonio Alexander; she plucked him from a shortlist of men John recommended. Tim's tender participation supported Caesar's seduction and penetration of Eve. The two men melted her objections earlier. She was leaving a wet mess in...

When Eve returned from John's condo, she and Tim hugged and cried and then spread out the spring rolls and Kung Pao chicken she'd brought. They talked openly about the secrets of his sex life. She was shocked to learn Tim masturbated daily, and he'd had more orgasms with himself over the ten years of their marriage than he did with her. She fully expected he masturbated with the same frequency she did. Perhaps a couple of...

  Eve Flees Eve had an almost sleepless night. Drifting between short naps and long periods of drowsy thinking, Eve realized she couldn’t face Tim in the morning; not after seeing him last night with his dick in his hand and another woman watching him masturbate. She texted John at five in the morning. Bfst ur place? Where else could she turn except John? She couldn’t go to her family or her friends. None of them could ev...

"I didn't do anything wrong for our marriage, but I let my guard down once, and Tim saw me do it. It was a charity event put on by the company he works for, a formal affair to benefit local groups." "Are you talking about the Black and White Ball? I was there." John cocked his head in curiosity. "Yes. It's wonderful, isn't it? Everyone dresses up. The women are beautiful, the men are handsome, and the atmosphere is so wel...

It was a warm summer evening with a reddening sky as John escorted Eve out of the Foshay Hotel's front door. John had saved her from embarrassing both of them. It was a short walk to a green oasis south of the hotel. Not a garden by any means, but it had grass, trees, and benches. Eve clung to John's arm for stability. Eve was unstable, and she was angry. John could feel her tension in the way she grasped his arm. The cli...

She typed the text and sent the selfie. “If ya got it, flaunt it!” The shoulder straps of her deeply plunged, split-front, fit-and-flare black dress were off her shoulders; her breasts perched outside, nipples erect. She’d debated between a long strand of pearls or several gold necklaces in different lengths around her neck. She decided to wear all of them. An intentional fashion faux pas. The photo showed pillows behind...