As we lay there buck naked smelling like sperm, pussy juice, sweat, and baby oil, my husband who was away on business called on the phone. “Oh shit, I have to take this call. He calls every day around this time to make sure I'm not fucking around.” John said, “Go ahead. Answer it. I will eat you out and fuck you and try to make you cum while talking to him. Let's see what kind of sex noises you make.” Who was I to turn do...

It was Saturday night, and I was going clubbing with a group of friends. We were all a bit tipsy by the time we got to the club and continued drinking after we got there. Two of my friends are dating, and they hooked up on the dance floor a few times. My other mates and I all tried to find a willing girl to kiss us too. Somehow we all actually managed to, although my girl had to leave at about twelveish so I just got back...

It’s my favorite thing about a man, and I don’t know why. Is it a kink, a fetish… oral fixation? Sure. My desire to please, a thirst that needs quenched, the thing that turns me on the most, sometimes it feels like it might be better than receiving what could hot that sweet spot. I’m just an eager slut about it, sure, it’s the best part of foreplay, sometimes I get carried away, yet it’s not a disappointment if it goes no...

I closed my eyes and felt a sensual release that was completely foreign to me. I knew I didn’t have to decide what to do next because he was going to take care of it. I felt oddly safe. The texture of his rough fingers on my tits and the sound of his heavy breathing was changing the sensations over my entire body. My labia were starting to feel swollen. I began rocking my hips in the seat. As soon as he realized what I wa...

My wife and I had dinner one evening with another couple, Gail and Tom, with whom we used to swap partners. We had begun swapping about a year after we first got married, and had sex occasionally for a few years after that until we both had kids. Well, about a year after our first kids were born, we had a great dinner and all got pretty drunk. We went back to our house to drink some more and play cards. After our babysitt...

Most of my meet-ups as a nineteen-year-old had been in Nottingham’s toilets, where I enjoyed receiving mutual wanks and blow-jobs from different men. I wasn’t aware of other places where I could get similar pleasures until a man who was stroking me at a toilet in the city happened to mention a local cruising ground. It surprised him that I hadn’t been there and suggested that I visit it. Woodland surrounds Nottingham’s Ra...

Standing in front of the bathroom mirror again, I frown at my chubby, naked body. For the next two nights, I’ll be in close quarters with two straight guys, and they want to swim in the pool. My heart is pounding at the thought. I have to get my bag packed and be ready for the weekend party, which includes how I plan to deal with the pool situation. I am conflicted about how I feel, ashamed of my chubby body but thrilled...

It was June of 1991. Not too far from where we lived there was a big annual weekend festival with free concerts. Kelly found out that the headlining act for Saturday night was one of her favorite heavy metal ‘hair’ bands from the 1980s. We arrived early afternoon, enjoyed the beach, ate some festival food, and did some people-watching. Around dinner time we entered the large sandy field which served as the concert venue....

It was the summer of 2002. Kelly had been miserable for months. Her work life had been slowly deteriorating for a couple of years. As it seems is always the case, a good boss had left and the new one was an idiot. I had finally convinced her that it was okay to resign without a new job lined up. She’d worked since she was a young teenager, we were doing fine, and I hated to see her so miserable. She spent that spring clea...

It was August of 1992. Kelly and I were moving. I had taken a new job that was a few hours and a couple of states away. It was a big raise which made the move worth the effort. Nonetheless, it was hard to leave “home”. Kelly had her own job situation to deal with so as a result, I moved six months before Kelly was able to join me. It actually worked out okay as it gave us plenty of time to house hunt. Well, not entirely t...

There was a knock on the door. A female voice called George's name: "George, are you there? It's Lisa." Reluctantly, George let her in into his hotel room. "Are you all right?" he enquired of her. "Yes, I'm well. I thought you could do with some company," she answered. George moved away from her to the window on the other side of the room. This left her standing in the doorway without an answer. Lisa let herself in and lo...

It was the end of August 1981. It was time for Kelly to move back to Milwaukee to take on her senior year of college. I was still out of town stuck working on a large project. Her brother Steve and his buddies had helped her load up her rental truck on Thursday. Steve had offered to go with her on Friday, to unload the truck but, with a wink, she assured him she would have no trouble finding help. Kelly was wearing a romp...

When I was younger I used to stay at my aunt and uncle's house, along with my cousin George who was sixteen, the same age as me. They all lived in a large house out in the English countryside.  One warm afternoon, I was reading on their veranda and I saw my cousin kicking a football up their long garden. I took no notice really, I was enjoying reading a Stephen King book and being out the sunshine. I was subconsciously aw...