Tampa Suburbs – Friday Morning Carly is in a rush this morning. Having overslept, she does her best to put the final touches on her makeup before setting a purse on the table and grabbing coffee to go. With everything mixed just right, she twists the cap on and turns for the door. On the small kitchen table is an open laptop that belongs to Jessica, the graduate student who’s renting the spare bedroom upstairs. Carly, a t...

Paul: The disaster that was last weekend seemed to go on for ages. Rebecca, my wife, was pissed off by not getting the extra sex she wanted and probably needed. I didn't get anything at all; my wife refused to have anything to do with me at all. Steve being an asshole stopped me from watching Rebecca get screwed by Tony. I had no option but to throw myself into work, which was going well. The quicker I got it finished, af...

For the time being, I felt reasonably secure that Vivian and I could proceed without worrying about age baggage. Our gap in years disappeared as our relationship progressed, at least in our eyes. Others probably wondered what she saw in an old geezer, but the few men and women my age who frequented the pool area must have thought I was either loaded or hung like a horse. I did nothing to dispel any mythical viewpoints the...

At seventy, I had an epiphany that the sand in the hourglass was accumulating quickly at the bottom. I was in good shape for my age, thanks to a wife who insisted on unprocessed, fresh food and lots of exercise. Unfortunately, cancer had leveled the playing field for her, and suddenly I found myself a widower. With my wife's passing, I let laziness get a foot in the door, and I started to let bad habits creep into my life...

= 15: James = Saturday evening, parked about eighty metres from Daisy’s place, I waited for Lizzy to arrive, hoping that she would not see my car in the gloaming. On time, she arrived, stopped right outside her mother’s home, and stepped out of her car, carrying a well-filled holdall, much larger than one would expect for a one-night visit. I was in no hurry, with Classic FM on the radio and Chopin’s Nocturnes filling the...

The next day was a typical Saturday, as if nothing had happened the previous night. Was it me wrestling with the fact I had seen my father's wife finger-fucked on a dancefloor by another woman? It seemed I was. Dad told me they would stay overnight tonight and see me tomorrow morning for brunch. We watched sports in the afternoon. They left in their long coats to their ankles and a small overnight bag. I went out to colle...

1: George = No one can understand what it was like. Pam walked out of the house, then halfway to the local shops, tripped over a pothole in the footpath, fell sideways into the road, and was run over by a big double-decker. She died instantly; at least it was mercifully quick. I was left bereft and alone; she was my life. I had never looked at another woman - well perhaps with the possible exception of Ginny. Stan and Gin...

We had known George for many years, his wife Pam was my close friend and it was a great shock to us all when she was killed in a hit-and-run while out shopping. George became a more frequent visitor to our home and after some of his visits, Stan would tell me George fancied me and wanted to seduce me. This always got Stan’s cock big and stiff as he fantasised about being cuckolded while we talked of what we imagined we wo...

JOSH DROPS BY The next day John Vukovic was mowing his lawn when he noticed that Josh had started to mow his as well. As they both neared their common fence, they stopped and chatted with each other. Both were perspiring and Josh had taken off his shirt. John decided to do so as well. Josh told John that Jenny was on the rag that morning and he was trying to avoid her as much as he could. John laughed and told him when th...

When my second phone call came, at least I didn’t stop masturbating. My plans for a peaceful evening, home alone, were quickly disrupted by my friends and business. “No, I’m fine,” I told Ginger. “You girls deserve some autonomy without me shouting into your ear. Have fun.” “You should be in the studio with us, fearless leader.” “No. I stay behind the scenes, and all of you know this. You’re the stars, not me.” “Are you a...

“What are you doing at home? Did you get fired again? Stop fingering your cunt and answer me. If you can’t hold a job, we won’t make rent.” The scene was perfect. The lighting, the audio, and even the grunts and moans of the porn Susan was watching on her phone were crystal-clear. Kia, dressed more like a goth, demonic dominatrix than her usual punkish sex kitten, delivered her lines with the perfect, scolding tonality. I...