My name is Chandy, a 42-year-old businessman with a life that, on the surface, seemed enviable. A successful career, a beautiful home, and a decade-long marriage. But behind closed doors, my intimate life with my wife, Leena, was far from fulfilling. Leena, a deeply religious woman, carried inhibitions that often stifled our connection. While she enjoyed our moments together, they were brief, predictable, and lacked the p...

I was raised with extremely religious parents, so when I got married at 20, not only had I never been with a guy before, my idea of "pushing boundaries" in the bedroom was leaving the lights on. I didn't expect anything other than missionary sex once, maybe twice, a week, and I was satisfied with that. At least that's what I told myself. However, hubby had a much kinkier and experimental side that I didn't know anything a...

Dave and Susie found a table with a great view of the sun setting across the lake and ordered cocktails from the bar. Gin and tonic for him, and a vodka seltzer for her. They sat in silence, watching the sun slowly fade into the evening sky. Dave relived the events of the day as they sat. Things were definitely different about this trip compared to previous years, and he was not sure how much of it could be attributed to...

“What do you mean canceled?” Dave was putting away his credit card and ID when Sam's words cut across the bustle of the lobby. “Can I help?” He stepped across to the check in desk where Andy and Sam were in deep discussion. Obviously something was not going to plan. "I'm sorry, Ma'am." The agent pursed her lips. “This reservation was canceled weeks ago over the phone; we sent you a confirmation email." "Nonsense," replied...

When I was looking for a new neighborhood following my divorce, I wasn't interested in a young people's hip urban vibe. I was thirty-five years old, had been married for fifteen years and I felt like my youthful partying days were behind me. I wanted a mature neighborhood, one with towering trees, nice yards and neighbors who waved at each other and shared chit-chat over the back fence. As I settled into my new ranch-styl...

Paul and I hadn't talked for several days since he moved into the spare bedroom, and I saw no need to let him know I was going out Saturday morning as I watched him mow the lawn. The anticipation of attending my first private swinger's party with Jerry later that night spurred me on. I wanted to wear something sultry and was on a mission to purchase just that. I usually do my clothes shopping at either Target or Walmart,...

I knocked lightly on the door but found it had been left slightly ajar, so I pushed it open and stepped inside, closing and locking it behind me. Stephen was standing across the room in the doorway to the bathroom. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the dimly lit room, but as they did, I noticed he was wearing a pair of jeans and a button-down pale blue shirt. He spoke first, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Dianna."...

I spent the day Wednesday fending off the butterflies in the pit of my stomach. At about 5:00 P.M., I started getting ready, curling my hair and applying modest makeup. I had already decided to dress conservatively and chose a lovely pink blouse that buttoned up and a pair of black slacks that hugged my hips nicely. I was ready and wondered if Paul would arrive home before I left to meet Jerry. He finally pulled into the...

Hello, my name is Malcolm. Catherine and I have been together in one form or another for a long time, first as classmates in high school, then as best friends while she was at college, and now as spouses. We have always gotten along and could tell each other anything. We had been married for about three years when an interesting conversation took place between us. I’d gotten home only moments earlier, and, after having sh...