“How many times have you flown to meet a woman for sex?” Stela asked.  I was sitting alone in the airport waiting for my flight to board.  Stela had sent me a video chat request. She was hiding from her family in the restroom of their beach house. “This is the first time,” I answered. “You can be honest with me,” she teased.  “I won’t be any less flattered. I’m sure you pulled this move in the past to impress other ladies...

“I have a trip next week with my family,” Stela wrote in a text.   “You never mentioned that,” I texted back. A day earlier we’d spent the entire night fucking while her husband was at home with her kids.  It was only her third experience as a hotwife. I knew the other two men had left her unsatisfied, just like her husband usually did.  I’d given her the wildest night of her life, but she had warned me upfront that she w...

“The first time I cheated I was in my twenties,” Stela told me.   We were in a quiet cafe in the middle of the afternoon.  It was the first time we’d met in person after connecting on a dating app. “I hadn’t been married long and I wasn’t very experienced when I met my husband.  I was a good Puerto Rican Catholic girl if you can believe it. Sex wasn’t a priority for him.  Even as newlyweds, it was only a couple of times a...

April’s marriage was a complete failure.  She had married young because that’s what girls did in west Texas. Carl was a few years older and well-respected in their community and church. He was industrious and devout.  Her parents liked him. He was never a romantic, but he’d treated her with respect when they were dating. That ended not long after the wedding. She told me everything sitting on the sofa in my living room. ...

“Why don’t we meet at a hotel?” I asked Jennifer. It was a weeknight and we were talking on the phone. Her husband was at work.  He was going out of town on a fishing trip in a few days. After months of flirting and trying to deny the attraction between us, Jennifer had given in to temptation.  She wanted to spend the night with me. “A hotel?” she asked. “That seems so cheap and cliche.” “I don’t mean the Holiday Inn up t...

Like most young men, I wasted years of my life obsessed with small waists and small asses.  It wasn’t until I was in my mid-twenties that I learned to appreciate a woman with curves. Unfortunately, the woman I appreciated was off the market. Jennifer and I met online on a blogging site.  The idea seems absurd today, but this was 2004 and the whole world wasn’t on the internet yet.  It was easy for people in their twenties...

"Tell me about your first time." "First time with a guy? Or with a girl?" Wendy asked. I shrugged. "Both," I said. We were sitting in my living room. I was on the couch. Wendy sat across from me in an armchair. We were halfway through a bottle of wine. For two months, we had been meeting up to fuck. When I met her, she was a bored soccer mom who wasn't satisfied with her married life. There had been an instant attraction...

When she realized we had an audience, Cathy turned her back to the window and tried to straighten up. I was able to get my jeans up quickly and step out. "That was hot," Mona said. "I mean, I only saw the end, but car sex? On a public street? Nice. Hot. I just left Kay up the street. I had to call her and tell her to come over. But it looks like she missed it." "Yeah," I said awkwardly. "Too bad. You should probably call...

We never made it to a party that night. We cooked and watched a movie--just like a normal couple. And then found other ways to pass the time. I left at some point the next day. Kay already had evening plans for a "girls night" with friends. In Kay's world that could mean anything. Sometimes it was innocent drinks and conversation with friends. Other times it was not-so-innocent drinks followed by finger-banging one anothe...

I didn't make much of an attempt to follow Kay's instructions. On Tuesday, after her visit to the office, I had no interest or need to go out and find someone to sleep with. The next day I went to a bar frequented by business travelers where I thought it might be easy to find some lonely career woman looking to have a fling. I sat at the bar and made half-assed attempts at conversation with a few ladies. But we mostly jus...

"You know the biggest obstacle to getting laid for most guys?" Kay asked. "They don't try." It was a speech she'd given me more than once. It was early fall and we were in my new office. I'd recently been given a promotion. It was largely in part to a big project I'd completed over the summer with Kay's help. She'd been an intern at our office. She'd been a huge asset to the company and there'd been an offer for her to st...

I wasn't sure where my night was heading. "Was that all planned?" I asked Kay as we drove away. "No," she said. "I organize and plan for school and work. When I have fun, I just let things happen." "Did you know that would happen?" I asked her. "No," she answered. "As I said, I just let things happen. It's not the first time I've done something similar. The mood just caught me. I just let things happen." We drove a bit fa...

Monday morning was business as usual. Kay came in in one of her business suits that didn't do much for her tight little figure. And she didn't mention anything that had happened just a couple of days earlier. Of course, I didn't expect her to walk in and say "So, that was a great BJ I gave you, right?" But I thought there might be something. A wink or playful allusion. Or maybe just a little bit of flirting. But there was...

There was something about her that drove men wild. She wasn't the prettiest woman in the world. But she was attractive and striking with a nice smile, big brown eyes, and long, dark hair. She was Hispanic.  She didn’t have the type of porn star body that makes men rave, but she was lean and fit with small shoulders and a long neck. She had a small ass and strong thighs and tits that seemed just a bit too large for her sma...

He wouldn't stop texting me. No matter how little interest I showed. At first, I'd responded with as few words as possible. Then I stopped responding at all. But he kept texting. Raj was a beautiful, older Indian man with a broad chest, square jaw, and a gorgeous big brown cock. Unfortunately, he also had a wife. I had impulsively fucked him in the back of his shop with another woman I barely knew. That should have been t...