Angel Martinelli slipped on a red blouse over a green skirt as she dressed for her husband’s office Christmas party. She looked in a mirror and fluffed her auburn hair. She had aged well. At forty, her skin was smooth with just a hint of crow’s feet at the edges of her blue eyes. “Put something decent on,” Tom, her husband, barked. “That skirt is too tight and way too short, and your tits look like they might fall out of...

I was a different person from the innocent virgin who had entered the dance hall with my girlfriend earlier that evening. I could still feel the heat simmering between my legs from Carson's cock, when he took my virginity in the back seat of his car. My pussy ached, slick with remnants of his cum and my own juices, and eager for more. After the dance ended, Mike took my hand and led me toward the side door. As we slipped...

Pete ran out the door, stopping briefly to give Amy a peck on the cheek. He was late for work. As his car pulled out of the garage, Amy noticed her husband had left his phone on the kitchen counter. She ran out to catch him, but it was too late. She looked at the screen and realized it was still open with a text message from his secretary. Are we still on for tonight? Suspicious about what it meant, Amy scrolled up and fo...