The hub of my wheelchair scraped the windowsill as I looked down to the driveway. Bathed in the illumination of the streetlight, my wife leaned across the BMW’s console, her hand jacking the eight-inch black cock of her new boss. I somehow sensed he must be close to the point of no return. He coiled all ten fingers in her red curls, forcefully pulling her face toward his meat. I watched as she parted her lips, allowing hi...

Pam and I settled into a once-a-week fucking routine. Julie had joined the Tulip Society at the botanical garden and was now reliably out of the house each Thursday from 11am until two or so. Serendipitously, Pam’s husband Nate had been called back to on-site work, pretty much allowing Pam to come and go as she pleased five days a week. According to Pam, Nate’s belly had continued to grow after returning to work, partiall...

A LITTLE BACKGROUND I had always been a one-and-done kind of guy. If I jerked off in the shower in the morning, it took a lot to get me aroused again and ready to perform that evening. I had learned this the hard way (no pun intended) one Labor Day weekend. Suzy was a junior at St. Agatha’s, an all-girls school across town. We’d met at the Blue Grass Swim Club, where we were both lifeguards. We hit it off the very first d...

Damn. What time is it? A ray of morning sun was burning through a crack in the drawn drapes, directly striking my right eye. I rolled to the left to avoid the piercing ray. This minimal movement traded one type of pain for another. It felt as if my temples were being squeezed between the jaws of a huge carpenter’s vise. The throbbing headache, the dry mouth and furry tongue were enough to remind me. I’d tied one on the ni...

I don’t know exactly what I expected. I called the number Richard had given me at the adult arcade and reached his voice mail. I left a vague message. It was now Sunday, three days later and Richard hadn’t returned my call. Chalk it up to just another “Rich guy fucks a trailer trash skank and then jokes about it at the club.” I sighed, then took a sip of my Earl Grey Breakfast tea. What had happened to my life? I loved my...

I had hit a dry spell. Mike was down in Montgomery, visiting his daughter and new baby grandson. Plus, my pretty boy Todd had been canned from Bobbing Buoys, the marina restaurant. My waitress of the day claimed it was for “lascivious behavior”. It took a little prodding, but ultimately the server leaned into the booth, looked right and left over her shoulders, and whispered her understanding of the events. She suggested...

It looked like we’d get an early spring (at least according to Punxsutawney Phil). During the winter I had been unable to reconnect with Pam or even talk to her. I was hoping that with warmer weather, she would resume jogging on our street. I was really looking forward to seeing her bouncing tatas and those shapely legs. It wasn't as if I hadn't seen her, at least from afar. While driving in or out of the subdivision, I'd...

I walked out of the marina provisions shop carrying a bag of ice with my left hand and a twelve-pack of Old Milwaukee with my right. I peeked in the windows of Bobbing Buoys, the marina restaurant. Sure enough, there was Nate, waiting tables. I developed a yearning sensation south of the border. Mike was standing at the end of Dock C, gassing up his bowrider. He looked ready for an afternoon on the water: Cubs cap on back...

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...

As I stepped into our driveway, I asked myself, “Did that really happen?” Before I try to answer my own question, it probably makes sense for me to provide a little background. I'm a seventy-one-year-old retired guy who is bored ninety percent of the time. I was “retired” by my law firm a year ago, even though I was a senior partner and still productive. The firm gave my caseload to a junior associate and at a going-away...

I felt like a skank after letting Sean use me in the stable and then toss me aside like a piece of trailer trash. I had gone far out of my way to find lust (yes, lust not love); so I suppose I got what I deserved. On one hand, I didn't want to feel cheap after every orgasm; but I still wanted, no needed, physical contact and sexual gratification. I decided to put my whoring around (let's be honest, that's what it was) on...

I stopped by the marina restaurant to grab a to-go coffee before driving home. I had a mild alcohol buzz and was hesitant to drive any great distance. I pulled my F-150 out to the service road and immediately turned right down the lane to the public boat ramp. I figured I could park, enjoy the scenery and sober up. I got to thinking about Mike and our aquatic adventure. I would have liked our hookup to have been truly mut...

“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...

I clearly had an itch that needed scratching. Like most mornings, I was sitting on the padded window seat of my kitchen’s bay window; feet up, an accent pillow behind my back. I held a cup of Caribou Mahogany dark roast halfway up to my mouth with one hand and my iPhone in the other. Each morning I scanned the cruising/hookup app, more out of boredom, than anything else. One profile caught my eye, “Bi-curious, fifty-six-y...

I dropped the Mako off at the Yacht Basin and walked the five minutes over to Doc Ford’s. I opted for an Island Mojito and the grouper tacos. I had some time to kill before my flight, so one mojito turned into three. I started thinking of Dirk. I pulled his business card out of my wallet and looked at his picture. I couldn’t believe how handsome he was and even more so, I couldn’t believe I had sucked his cock, swallowed...