I had anticipated Saturday’s breakfast the day before, making a trip to the grocery store for some decent all-butter croissants and fruit, so, after Niharika and I finished our shower, I got busy preparing something to eat. I started the oven and slid in a foil pouch with two croissants for each of us. While the water heated for the coffee, I de-stemmed some tasty strawberries and sliced quarters of honeydew melon and can...

I woke up, while it was still dark, to the sound of water running. For those first few seconds, my mind recalled and replayed the steamy sexual experience I had shared with Doctor Niharika Sabharwal at the end of the previous night. My outstretched hand glided across the rumpled sheets in the bed beside me, through the warm spot that my exotic Indian lover had apparently recently vacated. I propped myself up on my elbows,...

Over the Summer and into the Fall, things were going along normally at home. No surprises. And no sex. My wife Cheryl wasn’t exactly cold toward me, and we did and do get along fine for the most part, among friends and family and running the household, but the sexual intimacy just hadn’t been there for a while. I made it a point not to give up, to let her know that I was still interested, but my attempts fell short becaus...

Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Jon, and I would like to share a story that unravels the origin of my affair with Linda, my wife, Anna's closest friend. Linda and my wife Anna have built a strong friendship, starting from their collegiate years. Linda is married to Steve, and our families have a close friendship. We frequently engage in various activities, such as celebrating birthdays, observing holidays, and ev...

“You remember Niharika, my friend from work?” My wife Cheryl surprised me by mentioning her name one day in the late Spring. “She came to Thanksgiving last year.” “Sure, yes,” I replied. “And she came by to return the dish you lent her, when you were at that conference.” We had sex that night, and again in the morning. And again two days later, before I picked you up from the airport. But I didn’t say that part out loud....

When we arrived in Niharika’s bedroom, she released my hand, bypassing the light switch and instead flicking on the lamp in the corner. Her thumbs skittered over her lit-up phone display for a few seconds, after which I noticed something that looked like a playlist on the screen, but not in English. Some very Eastern-sounding music poured out of the little Bluetooth speaker on her dresser, and she tapped the screen a few...

Friday night after work, and all day Saturday, there was no way I could get anything productive done at home. Understandably, I kept playing over in my mind the amazing experience of having sex with Niharika that Thursday and Friday, and fantasizing about what our sex would be like the next time we met on Sunday. I browsed my favorite adult story and social website, gleefully able to answer forum questions about recent se...

Niharika’s naked body lay against mine, the heat generated from our passionate sex not yet having dissipated even after our breathing was back to normal. We relaxed in silence, motionless except for our fingers lightly caressing each other. I won’t lie: my wife, Cheryl, crossed my mind in those moments. I wasn’t feeling terribly guilty, but I wasn’t feeling anything sordid either. It was like I could fairly easily separat...

Standing at my dining room table, I held my arms around Niharika, my wife’s alluring friend, pulling her close as our eyes seemed to ask each other what we were getting ourselves into. Yes, I had pulled her in for a kiss, but what did it mean, and where was this going? I was thinking of a way to define what was happening here, to let her know I wasn’t just a man-slut who tried to get my wife’s friends into bed, but was ju...

Last Thanksgiving, I found myself a bit embarrassed by locking eyes with an exotic young woman who sat across from me at the dinner table. Not once, not twice, but at least three times. The second time, her smile was subtle and shy. The third time, her smile was almost a smirk, and I could have sworn slightly flirty. I couldn't help but fix my gaze on her yet again. If you saw Niharika's eyes, you would understand. Nihari...