I stared across the kitchen at Isla with jaw agape, frozen in place and stunned. She read the flyer. She knew what it entailed. It was pretty darn specific. What the actual hell was going on here? Was she just fucking with me? I entertained that idea for a moment, but she’s a terrible actor and even worse prankstress. No, she wasn’t fucking with me. She was really considering it. Geez, who had I married? I’m not complaini...

I’m Isaac and Isla’s my wife, and we just got back from our first visit to a sex club! We went with rules. All the online advice says you should do just that. Not knowing exactly what to expect and going in with caution, our rules were stricter than we might have ideally liked. I’m certainly not complaining. Our rules were sensible. We agreed that our first visit would be a “scouting mission,” and we wouldn’t engage in an...

It’d been long years, but now Annika was giving me signals. Out of practice, stammering, I invited her over Friday. But my intentions were clear. Her sultry look accompanying her “YES!” was unmistakable. Finally, this was gonna work! I drove home, elated. Amber was on the couch, texting. Who? No idea. I told her everything, carrying on like a teenager on the brink of my first feel. Amber frowned, saying, “Bad idea.” Fuck,...

My wife and I embraced sexual non-monogamy in our late twenties, before we were married, but that seems like ages ago. I’m now successful and “distinguished,” so I can still charm and capture beautiful ladies’ attentions. My wife, Isis, is even more fortunate. She’s a powerhouse Afro-Latina, seemingly ageless, and could easily pass for mid to late thirties. She’s an absolutely stunning object of desire, and her empathy, c...

Last week fuckin’ sucked. Abby took the kids downstate to visit her sister. They been gone four days and ain’t due back for 'nother six. She’d been so damn busy gettin’ herself and our three little terrors ready for the trip that she’d hardly had time to cook and freeze meals for me, bless her though she tried. My sweet woman made what she could, but that shit ran out yesterday, and I ain’t so much lookin’ forward to ham...

Brown skin and muscled curves defined my lust. But tonight, this new form. Pale and soft. Freckles, and perfume. Flame red hair, true all the way. I knew brown lips that give way to pink pleasure, but tonight the whole world’s pink and freckled, moaning as my tongue lashes slick, honeyed lips. Her lame husband’s absent, as usual. I rise to face her beautiful green eyes, flanked by auburn hair. She tastes herself on my lip...

What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas? We went there, looking for a good time but not truthfully expecting anything crazy. But I got sick on route. Fucking ceviche! I told Isla to go have a good time, saying, “Don’t let my misfortune ruin your fun.” She came back, many hours later, moderately drunk but rolling hard. I was on the path to recovery, feeling like I could maybe get back in the game. But what she offered me was...

I wrote a tale some time ago named “The Sexathalon.” It’s written from the third-person perspective, and I chronicled absolutely insane and sexy events often in large swaths just so I could get the story told in its entirety. These events ultimately had a significant impact on our world. More joy in your life? Having more sex? Hitting orgasm more quickly? Wine tastes sweeter? "The Sexathalon" is probably why, praise Bacch...

Long and slow. The strokes I love the most. They feel great and look even better. Long and slow. Sometimes, with fingers, she opens her lips. Might feel the same, but…oh! The visuals! Long and slow. She pants through the whole slick slide, in and out. My wife doesn’t like pounding. Long and slow. When deepest, a brief pause. Just to feel her warm and wet grip, then back to the slide. Long and slow. Stroking, I match rhyth...

On the night in question of this story, Isis and I were almost a year into our new lifestyle. We got together in high school and had some, but not much experience beyond each other. At this time, we were also attending Universities, so our minds were open. One evening, before the night on which this tale happens, bathed in the light of a full moon and after a blissfully passionate bout in the sheets, we talked. It started...

They say time can seem to slow down in intense moments. It might be true for some people, but that wasn’t really my experience, or at least not until that one special night a few weeks ago, which I’ll get to shortly. When Isla and I were young, we went wild for a few years after we decided to give non-monogamy a shot. Different partners? Check. At the same time? Not so much. That was hard to pull off, with one notable and...

I’d beg forgiveness for crass language, but I know that’s why you’re reading this. Here it is, with no apologies. What turns me on the most? Visuals. I love seeing my wife’s pussy lips split by another man’s cock. I love seeing his hard dick sliding into her. I love hearing her moan when he’s fully buried inside of her. I love most her inner pussy lips gripping his dick when he slowly pulls out. They can fuck all they wan...

Dear diary: This is one for the books, and I really don’t know if Isaac would be okay with it. Maybe someday I can work up the nerve tell him, but for now I just want to record these memories on paper. It was so hot, and I did things I never thought I’d do. Or rather, I thought I would do them first with Isaac. This was our fifth year attending Pennsic, the world’s largest medieval war reenactment festival. I remember tha...

When we first bought our 1882 painted lady Victorian home ten years ago, I repainted the master bedroom. At first, I was proud of what I did. It was a masterpiece of faux-finish. It almost looked like brown leather and would have been perfect for a library or old-fashioned smoking room. But for a bedroom, even I admit that it was just wrong. It was heavy and oppressive in a space that had to be lighter and airy. It needed...

Isla, my wife, left for work a bit earlier than usual and was out of the house by 9 AM. Our life is, in so many ways, better than it was when we were young and struggling. Today I didn’t have to be in until 1 PM to lecture to my class, and I was sure as hell gonna leave by 4 PM. We both have terminal doctoral degrees and university jobs. Sure, the private sector might pay better, but who can argue against this cushy sched...