I had planned to sleep in after the previous evening's fuckathon with the two gym studs. Annoyingly, a ray of morning sun somehow snuck around the slatted wooden blinds, boring into my left eyelid. I begrudgingly got out of bed, shut the door behind me and tiptoed down the hall to the half bath near the kitchen. I figured Sherry needed the beauty sleep. I was on my third cup of Caribou Mahogany and the second hour of the...

Sherry and I had been married for nineteen years. We had always had a decent sex life, but each year we fucked less and less. It had gotten to the point that we only did it on special occasions: anniversaries, New Year's Eve or Valentine's Day. Over a glass of wine, we talked about it. We agreed that we still loved each other. We additionally found each other’s bodies attractive and desirable. Sherry sheepishly suggested...

“Thank you for being so understanding.” Sherry finally spoke. It had been an uncomfortable fifteen minutes, as we drove home from her sexathon at the Hyatt. She went on to state, “I know it must have been difficult watching another man fuck your wife; particularly someone so, so virile.” On one hand that made me feel like crap; but on the other hand, I was getting an erection from thinking about Rick’s cock. No, it wasn't...