Chapter Fourteen The revelation came on a Tuesday morning barely two, sex-free weeks later. I had left home for work at my usual seven o’clock leaving Caroline sipping tea in bed. The plan was for me to travel to Scotland that afternoon and stay in a hotel overnight before a business meeting the following morning and a long journey home. Caroline was working only a half day, after which she was to take Marcus to meet two...

Chapter Eight Three months later, towards the end of the spring term, I was at a party in a student house; the sort of open-door event that friends of friends are welcome to attend. The pain of losing Annabel had faded considerably, helped in no small part by Nicky, one of the girls in whose house the party was being held. I had met and fucked Nicky twice after previous drunken parties (the purely casual basis being her d...

Chapter One Most cuckold stories begin something like ‘I’ve always wanted to see my wife being fucked by another man but thought it would never happen.’ My story is a bit different. Before we were even a couple, I knew what it was like to watch Caroline being fucked by someone else. It was one of the things that made me desire her most. One Saturday night back in 1978, at the tender age of eighteen, I watched as, only inc...

Half an hour later I was back in my own house, luxuriating in a warm bath. The wonderful machine and incredible dildo had been wiped clean of my juices and the cover replaced. The basement looked as if the previous hour had not happened. The same could not be said of my body. After drying myself on a large fluffy towel I dressed in a high-necked T-shirt to conceal the post-orgasmic pinkness of my chest but there was nothi...

Where did it all begin, my road to ruin? What was the first step on the path that has since led me into a career that has no place on a nice girl’s curriculum vitae? My grandmother has a number of sayings. Two of them seem to sum up my situation perfectly: ‘Curiosity killed the cat’ and ‘Pride comes before a fall’. I was both incurably curious and unjustifiably proud that bright summer morning as I climbed out of bed. Bar...

For those who haven't read Part 1, Penny and I are both in our early forties, married (though not to each other) and each of us has two teenage children. Penny is a highly educated professional and, I suppose, not really one of those women you would immediately lust after. She's tall and pale, with short dark hair and brown eyes that are usually a little cold – but which for me became bright and exciting. Her body is angu...

I am often asked where the inspiration for Penny’s Promiscuity came from. I have already admitted that there is a little of me in every chapter, and a great deal of me in one, but in the first instance Penny’s adventures were certainly helped by this story. It was one of my very earliest, originally published in 2006 under a different pseudonym - and even a different gender. I was not as confident of my abilities then as,...

Chapter Twenty-Eight There can be few more beautiful sights than the early morning sun rising slowly over the majestic and ancient city of Istanbul. Despite my current anxieties, my chest tightened with emotion as I stood on the balcony of the five-star hotel and watched brightening sunlight gradually drive the shadows from the dark streets and iconic buildings. It would have been close to romantic perfection to have been...

Chapter Twenty-Four Saturday morning dawned bright and sunny as if nothing had happened to darken our lives. The world still turned, the kids still needed taking to their sports activities and Amanda and I started the day as if the extraordinary events of the last two days had not taken place. The terrible anger of the previous evening had resulted in wild, passionate sex as if both of us were trying to expunge the memori...

Chapter Twenty Amanda was still fast asleep when I left the house very early the next morning after a sleepless night. She was still clearly exhausted, and the room’s faint smell of recent sex had turned stale. Even in the low light I could see that her chest and face were still flushed pink from the previous night; whoever she had been with had delivered orgasms at least as comprehensive as those she had been receiving f...

Chapter Fifteen If I ever needed proof of my wife’s genius as a psychologist, then the next few weeks provided it in bucket loads. However doubtful I had first been about the principle of separating Amanda, the sweet wife and mother from Mandy the whore, they were completely dispelled. I could see it working in front of me. After a few hastily corrected slip-ups, it was clear that with hard work and patience she really co...

Chapter Ten The hour after Andy led me out of the room and into the waiting crowd passed in something of a daze. The study door closed behind us with a clunk, leaving Amanda alone to deal with the messy physical aftermath of her unexpected copulation. The emotional aftermath would have to wait. As Andy and I passed into the main room, the expectant guests turned to greet me. Then, with a short speech and much backslapping...

Chapter Five It was late December and we had been invited to dinner at Andy’s house for his traditional Christmas party. It’s hard to convey just how exciting this invitation was. Only partners or prospective partners were ever invited into his home, so it could only mean one thing; I was finally going to be offered the promotion I had craved for so long. This would be the greatest achievement of my career to date and wou...

I stared at the over-sized computer monitor as if transfixed. On the screen in front of me, a strikingly pretty blonde dressed only in sheer black hold-up stockings and high heels was bent over a large, expensive hardwood desk in a large, expensive wood panelled office. Her feet were parted wide, her hips were flexed and her naked bottom with its dark, damp cleft was presented brazenly. Behind her, between her long, sprea...

So, my career as a faithful husband ended and my life as an unscrupulous sexual adventurer began. For several days and even more nights, I felt terribly guilty about what had happened, not even trying to persuade my wife to have sex just in case she noticed something had changed. But life has a way of making us come to terms with these things. Once I realised that Fiona had much more to lose than I did and had far more in...