After her flight landed, Louise made her way through the arrivals hall; the airport was not too busy. The first person she spotted in the terminal was her husband, who had dropped everything on reading her message. Louise was clearly not herself; he had read the sub-text. Some men pass the husband test with ease. Louise let go of her wheeled suitcase and held her husband tightly for a few minutes. On the drive home, she t...

As she approached her office on Monday morning, Louise was flustered and completely out of sorts. As she left home she realised that she had not charged her phone overnight; this had never happened. At the train station, she realised that she had forgotten her season ticket. Now, as she approached the office turnstile she realised that she had left her work pass on the kitchen counter. In addition to all the silly mistake...

Kat led me into yet another room, this one ringed with sectional couches and a series of mats on the floor. There were several groups interacting with one another – couples, some threesomes, and two couples who appeared to be swapping back and forth. There were also people simply milling about or sitting and watching. A woman sat nearby, staring intently at a couple copulating enthusiastically on the floor in front of her...

I leaned back into Kat, content for a few moments to rest in her arms. My mind was spinning, my nerves jangled. I had just violated every vow I had sworn on my wedding day, betraying my husband and my children, not to mention the norms of the polite society we all inhabited. A stranger had just forced his cock down my throat, and I had willingly, eagerly even, opened my most sacred space to accept him. And I had shared hi...

The Uber ride seemed to take an eternity, though it really couldn’t have lasted more than ten minutes. My nerves were a jangled mess, my stomach was churning. All the planning, all the preparation, holding my emotions and obsessions in check. Months and months, leading up to this. The wait was nearly over. The opportunity was unique and nearly perfect. I was on an annual business trip to the West Coast, 2,500 miles and th...

“John?” My name came over the line when I answered in a deep and throaty voice, and when I answered in the affirmative, she continued, “This is Charlotte from the Manor, how are you?” I got it then and said, “I’m well. Hope you are.” “I am, thank you. I am pleased to inform you that both the labs and the background checks are in and we would like to offer you the opportunity to join our private club, and your wife is welc...

Signing my divorce agreement was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. Twenty years wasted. Twenty of my cutest years, might I add. Bastard. He and his underage bimbo took everything from me—my dignity, my self-esteem, my motivation, and we won’t even discuss the hit my bank account took. I sigh as I look in the mirror. That was almost five years ago. Let it go, I tell myself. I have to let it go. And get ready...for tonight....

To celebrate our twentieth wedding anniversary my wife Susie and I decided to return to Italy which we had first visited ten years earlier. The twins were seventeen years old now and quite capable of looking after themselves, although we did impress on them that we expected the house to look spotless when we got back, and issued a stern warning about what would happen if they had raided my store of single malts. We also h...