My wife Heather relished her “girls' days” with her friend Ashley. She had begun as my wife’s hairdresser, but they quickly became the best of friends. Heather and Ashley frequently went out after her hair appointment, and they would visit one of the local pubs near the salon. Heather didn't have many other close female friends, and she enjoyed their time commiserating about all things female. Work, clothes, relationships...

Trish thrashed in her bed as she flogged her pussy with the large, life-like dildo she affectionately named “Mr. Pearson''. It had been over a month and she still couldn’t get him out of her head. Their encounter at work was a high point for Trish’s sex life, probably the best she has felt in, well, at least as long as she has been married. Her husband took no notice of her newfound sex drive, and even if he had, he was w...

Daniel sighed heavily as he walked through his front door, slamming it behind him. He climbed the stairs to his bedroom and shed his corporate uniform of business casual attire. After shedding his khakis and polo shirt he stared into the mirror and admired the lacy camisole and matching satin thong he chose to wear today. Spinning to admire his ass and completely shaved body, he smiled at how the thong shaped his cheeks....

Clouds began to gather in their usual late afternoon fashion, blocking out the tanning rays of the sun. My wife Heather looked over at me, “ ...looks like pool time is over” she sighed with obvious disappointment in her voice. I began to pick up our pool gear and put it in our bag, folding the towels and tossing in our portable speaker. Heather put the last of our cocktails back into the cooler and closed the lid. She the...

Steve's thrusts became more urgent, and he became more vocal. "Oh God,  I'm going to cum… Oh… Oh… I’m coming!" Heather quickened her pace and rubbed her clit, I stroked furiously, accidentally taking a step into our bedroom. Steve moaned out, shooting ropes of cum into Heather's pussy. Heather's body shook in pleasure and slumped back onto Steve's chest, and I shot a load onto the carpet and my hand.  I ducked out of my h...

Heather and I had issues in our marriage, primarily due to our own insecurities and the new challenges of being parents. We did not handle it well. I let myself go and didn't care for her emotionally or physically. Heather, on the other hand, sought to reclaim and keep up her amazing body after the kids were born. She had come to realize that she could no longer live without attention, whether it was from her husband or s...

Trish twirled in the mirror, examining her naked form. She managed a forced smile, then shrugged her shoulders and walked to her dresser. Choosing a red lace push up bra and matching thong panties, she stepped into the scant underwear and pulled them up snugly. The undies formed against her perfectly smooth pussy, and wedged in between her ample buttocks. The bra was next, she reached behind her back to secure it, then tu...

Heather and Will hadn't seen each other for a almost three weeks, except for a couple “quickies”. Will would drop by after work and we would immediately retire to the bedroom for a hard, fast fuck. While Heather still seemed satisfied, I didn't enjoy watching these episodes. It felt like Heather was just being used as a fuck toy. The biggest attraction of this whole scenario for me was seeing my beautiful wife not only be...

Heather slowly opened her eyes, her legs lewdly spread across the bed. Her hair was plastered to her forehead and a combination of sweat and oil gave her skin a glow in the late afternoon sunlight that streamed through the bedroom window now that the rain had passed. As she regained her senses, her eyes began to focus on Will. He was on his knees, but upright and lording over her. His gaze burned into her as he soaked in...

It was Wednesday evening at our favorite little dive bar; I was having dinner with my wife, Heather. I enjoyed a nice microbrew, my wife having her usual vodka and soda. We talked about our day, the kids, the bills, weekend plans… the usual long-married couple conversations. Somewhere in those conversations, a man sat down at the bar next to my wife. He was a handsome black man, mid-forties, stocky with closely cropped sa...