Chuck's POVAs I looked at the photos retrieved from my trail cam, I thought to myself, 'Holy shit! I hope I don't get caught with these.' There were a number of photos on the memory card. Some deer and other critters came down to drink from the pond, mostly in the evening. The camera has a ten second delay and a motion sensor and it flashes at night. But on the day when I met Alice, there were photos of the most angelic c...

As we walked across the tarmac, I nervously asked the Fixer, "Well?""She made it sir. She's a little upset. Apparently the handling was a little rough. We'll try to do better next time.""Thank you." He's the most trusted of my Secret Service detail. The only one I could clear for 'blueball' ops. It's best if I don't give his name. He doesn't need to be hounded for the rest of his life to confirm what he swore an oath to d...

His POVIt was a beautiful Summer day and I had decided to spend it working at my hunting land, cutting some trees that bent across the trails during an ice storm in the Winter. I was hiking down a trail through lush green Wisconsin woodland, listening to the songbirds and mentally apologizing to them for the ruckus I would soon be making. I had a chainsaw in hand and a hardhat on my head. But first, I had a different call...

The plot formed slowly, but there was one element that I didn't tell Janice about. Charles needed another recharge day and Janice and I both agreed that a day without sex might make the next day, my final full day in there home, more memorable. So we spent a whole day doing nothing but reading erotic stories to each other and talking about them and chatting online with friends and we each even did a cybersex thing with a...

Janice was offering me her first collar and I wasn't sure what that meant. I had asked, "Will you tell me about your collar?", and that lead to a long discussion of the symbolism of dominance and submission and ended with Janice holding out this ordinary dog collar and casually asking if I wanted it. Well, it was ordinary except for the inscription on it, which said, "Ex-Bitch In Training -- Spank Me When I Misbehave". Sh...

"Ummmm, your turn?" I couldn't believe that I was asking my sister if she would like me to lick her pussy, but the best guess I have is that the events of the day triggered something in me. For maybe the first time in my life, I felt completely accepted for who I was and for that I was grateful. But my offer wasn't strictly from gratitude.Other than myself, I had never seen naked women except in movies. Their bodies alway...

I woke up knowing that my life would be different now. I was different now. I was no longer a virgin. It wasn't a very romantic way to get rid of my cherry, but it was gone. Getting fucked was checked off my bucket list. I was no longer eligible for all those satanic rituals that previously would have required my blood. I no longer had to fear that "Returned Unopened" would be my epitaph.I got up early despite being so ke...

After my brother-in-law gave me my first orgasm at the hands of anyone other than myself, I was hooked. Being a forty year old virgin is tough, but at least I now had something real to fantasize about. I know that sounds all backwards, but until then, I had only ever heard of or read about the things I fantasized about. Now I could remember and relive an event that actually involved me and someone else who took liberties...

The day after my brother-in-law exposed himself to me, I put on "that" shirt. Every woman who has more than one shirt has a "that" shirt. It's the blouse or top that doesn't fit quite right and, for one reason or another, gaps open and exposes to view one of her normally hidden treasures. Mine was a red and white striped pullover that had a deep plunge.I really wanted to expose my hairy pussy to Charles, but I just couldn...

I am ugly. There's no point in pulling any punches about that. I am so ugly that I could make a train take a dirt road. I am so ugly that I have to sneak up on a toilet to take a crap. I am so ugly that the doctor slapped my mother when I was born. Those are just three of the many insults that my brother routinely hurled at me as I grew up. He was just two years older than me and was just being a typical brother, but beca...

I became terribly anxious as I drove home after returning from my evening with Gena and Brian. I did not like the way Charles sounded when I called to tell him I was on my way. There was relief in his voice, but also something else, as if he was still very concerned or had a heavy burden on his mind. I worried that this one-time trip outside the bounds of our marriage could cause the breakup that we had avoided earlier. I...

"Charles........I have to tell you about a little trouble I've gotten myself into. You remember that I told you that those five women were all volunteers? Well, I left out the fact that I offered each of them a payment. Maybe having sex with you should have been payment enough, but these women didn't owe me a thing. So I made a deal with each of them. Sandra only wanted dinner at a nice reastaurant, so she's satisfied. Me...

This is a transcript of my chat with Gena, a lovely young woman who volunteered to have sex with my husband, to humiliate me and help me to earn his respect.Me: So you want to attempt first time anal sex with my husband?Gena: Yes, he can have my anal cherry, if he isn't too big.Me: Well, I don't think he's very big, but can't your husband do that with you?Gena: Brian is way too big for my ass. He totally stretches my puss...

"I have to tell you that this violence worries me. Men are stronger and shouldn't take advantage of that by being brutal to women, especially not their lovers." Hearing him refer to me as his lover warmed me, but I really wanted to add spanking to our sex life for two reasons. I felt that if Charles could take out some of his pent-up frustration, anger and distrust on me, a little bit at a time, it would speed the healing...

I read somewhere that for men in their mid-forties, ejaculation every 2-3 days was optimal for their physical and emotional health. I hoped that Charles had been masturbating for all those years when sex between us was separated by weeks instead of days. I'd used my vibrator until I needed human contact and he'd never turned me down when I snuggled up behind him and let him know I was ready. This history presented me with...