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...

It was exactly one year ago when everything changed. My beautiful wife, in a flash of brilliance, decided on the best birthday present ever for me, but it wasn’t anything material. Knowing my lustful bend and specific kink, she revisited the ways of our youth and gave me an uber-hot sex show, where she was the female star. The male star wasn’t me, but he sure had a hard dick that was primed and eager to fuck her. That eve...

From afar, via video-connectedness, Isaac, Paul, and Naomi watched the sex unfolding in the hotel room in Chicago. Paul had seen his wife, Sylvia, fuck Kayla’s husband, Jason. Now Isaac was about to witness Jason’s massive cock penetrate his wife. Naomi was along for a wild ride and loved every minute of it. Isis got on her back on the bed and spread her legs wide, like Sylvia did earlier. Jason put lube all over his now...

In the southern theater, Kayla and Naomi were on their hands and knees. Both men were taking the women from behind next to each other. Isaac fucked Naomi and Paul fucked Kayla. Men’s hips were thrusting slowly into and out of the women, and everyone was looking for more sex on the screen. They were not disappointed. Sylvia brought a stand, like the one Isaac had, and it was in place with Isis’s iPad mounted, so the action...

Isaac, now knowing his wife was all-in, took the camera by hand and focused it on Paul and Kayla’s faces. He asked, for all to hear, “Jason and Sylvia, do you want to talk to your spouses?” Jason and Sylvia faced Isis’s camera. Paul spoke first, like the host of a grand and formal soiree, saying “Well, everyone… It’s nice to see Isis, Jason and my wife are now together. Let’s have another party! Everyone leaves tonight sa...

Isis couldn’t believe the sex, with her husband front and center, unfolding on the screen before her eyes. Her only companion was a sex toy that sucked on her clit, while her husband, Isaac, had his dick inside of two women already. Isis stared on, words failing her, as her husband escalated the proceedings. Kayla handed Isaac a phone and he turned it on, all the while his cock was buried deep, moving only slightly yet sl...