I stood naked, blindfolded, led hand-in-hand by my wife down what I assumed was a hallway. Each step echoed, the chill in the air kissing my bare skin. My cock bobbed between my legs, already semi-hard, betraying both my nerves and my anticipation. We came to a stop. She knocked. A door creaked open. I heard soft murmurs. Her hand let go. Another took its place — smaller, softer, more deliberate. “Be good baby boy,” my wi...

I lie on my back, naked except for a pair of panties and still, completely open-minded, body, and soul, waiting for them. She climbs on top of me, her bare thighs warm and smooth as she straddles my face, lowering her slick, swollen pussy to my waiting mouth. I breathe her in before I even touch her, the scent of her arousal making my lips part on instinct. My tongue reaches out, gently, reverently, and I begin to lick he...

The stream had already started by the time she ordered me into position. Mistress stood beside the chair in the center of the room, dressed in a tight black latex corset that hugged her petite frame and thigh-high boots that clicked with every calculated step. Her eyes sparkled with cruel anticipation, the same gleam that always told me tonight wouldn’t end quickly—or kindly. “Say hello to your audience, pet,” she said, g...

Wish list scenario. I sat in the corner of the room, my satin panties tight from arousal and shame. The room smelled of sex already — her perfume, his cologne, the faint musk of their bodies tangled earlier while I waited like a good, cuckold husband. She was stretched out on the bed now, her legs lazily spread as he lay beside her, still half-hard, glistening with her wetness. Her fingers played idly with the base of his...

The Gift I heard them before I saw them—Sue’s girlish giggle in the corridor, followed by the muffled sound of a kiss that made my chest ache. My hands gripped the arms of the chair she’d told me to sit in, tucked neatly into the corner of the hotel room. I pulled the bathrobe tighter, knowing what I had on underneath. The door opened. Sue stepped in first, flushed and radiant, Darren right behind her. They were still lau...

LISTENING IN THE SPARE ROOM I spent the whole night in the spare bedroom, lying naked on the small, creaky bed, listening. Every sound from down the hallway—every rhythmic thump of the mattress, every sharp slap of skin, every breathless cry—cut straight through me. I couldn’t help myself. My hand stayed on my willy the entire time, stroking slowly, sometimes frantically, as I imagined what was happening in the master bed...

Here I am—watching another man move over her, her voice breaking into helpless sounds. Either she is having the kind of orgasm I could never give her, or she is giving the best performance I’ve ever witnessed. And as if that isn’t enough, the man between her thighs is wearing black stockings and suspenders—and has a four-inch pencil cock, at best. So how did we get here..? Sue had finally—if not eagerly—agreed to let me e...

THE DRIVE The road out of town was half asleep, the late evening air dense and heavy with summer heat. Her perfume lingered in the car long after she’d applied it, heavier than usual — something floral, faintly sweet, the kind that clung to the tongue as much as the nose. We didn’t speak much; there was no need. The silence between us had shape and meaning by now. She sat beside me, the hem of her dress sliding higher wit...

HOME I heard her before I saw her—the soft click of the front door, the slow, tired tread of her heels on the hallway floor, the faint rustle of her coat being peeled off. It was her usual night out with the girls… except I knew this was that week. The one night each month when she didn’t join them at all, when she slipped into one of her slutty little fuck-me outfits and went hunting for male company instead. And even ha...