Before we were to sequester to our rooms, we were given a bit of time to get to know our competition in the upcoming hotwife gangbang contest, “Pussy of the Year.” A few of the couples went to sit by themselves, looking like they didn’t want to be bothered. I didn’t mind, as most of them were couples we wouldn’t seek to make connections with for future encounters. Aisha and I were still standing when we caught the playful...

The past six weeks seemed to pass in a blur. Time usually flies during the months when Isla and I aren’t teaching, but this summer the weeks blew by seemingly faster than usual. All the sex we had might have been a factor. It was odd to think that only six weeks ago, Isla and I sat at our breakfast table and learned of the contest, “Pussy of the Year.” Looking back, I still can’t believe that she mused over what it entail...

Man, do I ever have a hotwife! In six weeks’ time, Isla’s slated to fuck multiple men in front of me, judges, and a crowd. She’s a registered contestant in “Pussy of the Year,” which is a bareback contest, so she’s gonna fuck raw cocks and get their cum all over her, including in her pussy. She’s hot as fuck, but apparently the contest devalues physical traits and prioritizes sexual ability. She’ll need to win points in m...

Over our Singapore chili crab dinner, Isla and I brainstormed how to make the next six weeks work for us. We both needed to train and prepare…her admittedly more than me, if we had any hope to take the prize. We took a moment to scoff at the purse. Sure, who couldn’t use two thousand dollars? But we were doing okay financially, and neither of us had cash on our minds. We had kinky sex and new lusty experiences with exhibi...

As usual, I woke up before Isla with my cock swollen from slumber’s mysteries. Normally, I lounge in bed until my dick calms down and snooze until Isla tells me to get the fuck up. But not today. Not after yesterday. Holy fuck! Yesterday! I thought it’d be hard to top the night prior, when we went to a sex club, cased the joint, and fucked in the back of my truck. But on the way out of the club, I was handed a flyer promo...

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...