We take the bi-guy back to our hotel room. My wife slips off her dress, revealing sexy lingerie and stockings. He smiles approvingly. I strip too, revealing matching lingerie, and he smirks. He undresses to his boxers, showing a muscular chest. She kneels and pulls them down and laughs as his erect four-inch cock appears. She beckons me over, pulling down my panties to reveal my six-and-a-half-inch cock, then steps back i...

I was sitting in a booth at the truck stop diner, chatting with Priya's colleague Lucy, who was taking a lunch break while Priya ran the counter alone. Paul, my husband, approached Lucy without knowing her. He looked curious, so I smiled as he approached, knowing it was the perfect time to make friends. I said, "Hey, Lucy, meet my husband, Paul." "Paul, it's a pleasure to meet you," Lucy said, holding her hand out to shak...

The drive to the hotel felt like the longest hour of my life. My thighs kept pressing together involuntarily, trying to ease the throbbing ache between them. For nearly a year, Jake had been the man turning my nights into filthy fantasies. Late phone calls where his sexy voice would describe sliding his thick cock into me slowly, teasingly. Video chats where I'd watch him stroke himself while I fingered my dripping pussy...

“What the bloody hell have you bought again, woman?” My husband rolls his eyes as I haul my brobdingnagian bag of “essential” holiday purchases through the hall. “Summer goodies.” He goes through the tiki glasses, jam jars, flowery plates, gingham dress, ruffle skirts and several duck-in-wellies ornaments. Lastly, he holds up a set of knickers with nautical stripes and crustaceans. “What? Can’t I have crabs and lobsters o...

1986 Los Angeles Club Nightwear took Los Angeles by storm. On the weekends, it was nearly impossible to get in unless you knew somebody. Though thematically distinct, it was often compared to New York’s famed Studio 54. Sylvie was not one of ‘the people’ who could get in on the weekends, but she was there during the week. Tuesday was Black Night. Only black underwear or lingerie was allowed. Sylvie handed her coat to the...

"Knock it in, Jason,” Mrs Jones roared as the ball whistled across the penalty area, her son just missing the connection to score his team’s first goal. It was Saturday morning, and with the other parents, Janet was standing beside the pitch, watching the Somertyn under-thirteens' football team playing a match. While Jenna, her daughter, played with her school friend in the children’s playground that was located just behi...

The drive to the hotel felt like the longest hour of my life. My thighs kept pressing together involuntarily, trying to ease the throbbing ache between them. For nearly a year, Jake had been the man turning my nights into filthy fantasies. Late phone calls where his sexy voice would describe sliding his thick cock into me slowly, teasingly. Video chats where I'd watch him stroke himself while I fingered my dripping pussy...

We take the bi-guy back to our hotel room. My wife slips off her dress, revealing sexy lingerie and stockings. He smiles approvingly. I strip too, revealing matching lingerie, and he smirks. He undresses to his boxers, showing a muscular chest. She kneels and pulls them down and laughs as his erect four-inch cock appears. She beckons me over, pulling down my panties to reveal my six-and-a-half-inch cock, then steps back i...

My husband, Paul, had been called away on a last-minute work emergency. “I’ll be gone at least until tomorrow night,” he sighed, kissing my cheek. But before rushing out the door, he paused, his lips brushing my ear. “Nadine… I know you’ve been eyeing those boys downstairs. Be nice for me, baby. Show them a really good time.” I simply smiled, already wet at the thought of our two young tenants — the ones I’d been teasing...