I had not thought about the permission story in a long time. Writing for Lush has stirred the sediment deep in the pond of my memories. Mental images from long ago are now floating lazily and randomly toward the surface. Some reach the top with total clarity while some hover just deep enough that I can't quite tease out the details. This "permission story" is like that. Some things are clear...

Added 16 Feb 2013 | Category Wife Lovers | Votes 18 | Avg Score 4.56 | Views 5,187 | 2 Comments

I cannot think of my lifelong friend Gary without thinking of his big cock. It's part of his persona--like being exceptionally tall or short or buff or chubby--and that big cock was an intimate part of our history. My ex-wife would heartily agree. With the confident swagger of the well hung he was constantly fucking someone in college and one of his conquests was the girl who would become...

Added 23 Sep 2012 | Category Wife Lovers | Votes 9 | Avg Score 4.67 | Views 6,028 | 1 Comment

Samantha Bigby was arguably the most popular teacher in the high school. She was cute, young, full-breasted, and funny; but what made her especially attractive was her accent. She was a Brit. Originally, anyway, and very recently landed from the UK. She had just married an American serviceman who had brought her back to what her dad jokingly referred to as the colonies--Virginia, no...

Added 02 Aug 2012 | Category Bisexual | Votes 7 | Avg Score 4.57 | Views 2,441 | 3 Comments

David sat on the bench in the men's locker room untying his shoes after an exhausting racquetball match--which he lost. He was forty-three years old and doing his damnedest to stay in shape. His friend Peter (same age) stood a few feet away, undressing as well. They had been friends since high school. Fate had taken them along different paths in life, but they were now back in the same...

Added 29 Jul 2012 | Category Wife Lovers | Votes 14 | Avg Score 4.86 | Views 7,133 | 2 Comments

Karen padded into the kitchen the next morning with her arms full. She was running behind and clearly in a hurry. She had her briefcase in one hand, high heeled shoes dangling from a finger. Papers were tucked under the same arm and in her other hand she was texting. "Coffee?" she asked her husband, her eyes glued to her phone in concentration. "On the counter," said David. He glanced at...

Added 30 Jul 2012 | Category Wife Lovers | Votes 9 | Avg Score 4.89 | Views 7,284 | 3 Comments

Karen cupped her lover's balls in her left hand, alternately massaging them and then his swollen shaft while she texted her husband with her right. Her lover was amused. "You multi-text pretty well," he said with a smile. "Where is he?" "I'm a mother," she said, returning his smile. "We're natural multi-taskers. And don't worry. We have plenty of time." They were in her bed--the bed...

Added 28 Jul 2012 | Category Wife Lovers | Votes 15 | Avg Score 4.4 | Views 8,120 | 3 Comments

I never cease to be amazed by what stories people will tell me in bars. Perhaps I should become a bartender. I've spent enough time in bars and heard enough stories. I have always wondered how much of what I hear is true. There's something about the anonymity of the setting, the booze, and the mood. I don't know. Maybe they're truer than those told in the bald light of day. But one night a...

Added 14 Jul 2012 | Category Wife Lovers | Votes 9 | Avg Score 4.78 | Views 8,777 | 1 Comment

The unexpected weekend romp with my ex-wife disturbed my sleep for a couple of nights. I dreamt bizarre sexual dreams. I don't remember them all, of course, but one in particular left me shaken: simply put, in the dream I sucked another man's cock. Now I don't care if you're gay; I couldn't care less. But I don't want to roll that way myself. But there I was, in the dream, with a big fat cock...

Added 30 Jun 2012 | Category Wife Lovers | Votes 8 | Avg Score 4.88 | Views 3,738 | 1 Comment

My face was buried between my ex-wife's legs, my lips and tongue probing and sucking all the familiar nooks and crannies. Her hands roughly grabbed my hair and pulled me in while her hips pulsed almost painfully at my face, her thighs randomly gripping and releasing my head. It was more a battle for dominance than sex and it certainly wasn't love-making. I hadn't seen her in many months...

Added 16 May 2012 | Category Wife Lovers | Votes 8 | Avg Score 4.75 | Views 6,386 | 2 Comments

My ex breezed past me like she used to own the place, the very picture of calm and sexual confidence. It was comfortably warm that Friday evening in the Atlanta suburbs. She was wearing what a guy might call a T-shirt except it was made with some kind of gauzy material. I suppose that makes it a blouse. Whatever it was, it was sheer and her nipples poked through sans bra. Her blue jean...

Added 08 Mar 2012 | Category Wife Lovers | Votes 20 | Avg Score 4.83 | Views 8,628 | 2 Comments