Once we arrived home, Kimmie didn’t say a word. She went straight to our bedroom, her movements purposeful and controlled. I followed, heart thudding, already sensing what was coming but not daring to speak. Kimmie’s voice was sharp, unyielding—almost military. "Pat, take off your clothes!" The authority in her tone let me know she meant business. She opened my panties drawer of the dresser, her fingers gliding over the n...

It started out like any other trip except as Gabriel Gail Grisham traveled further away from Hartford, the further back in time she went until she pulled up to the Stillwater Spa in Stillwater Springs—a remote little rural conclave about ten miles outside Hampton, Connecticut. Though only fifty miles or so from Hartford, it felt a thousand miles from everywhere. The road wound through rolling farmland and sleepy woods bef...

Hearing the engine start, I sat there in a daze, my mind reeling over what had just happened with Dr. Feiler—and how that single encounter might have changed my life forever. It was a terrifyingly exciting thought. Those two sentences—so nonchalantly uttered—set my heart pounding as my mind spiraled through wild, impossible scenarios. By the time I pulled into the driveway, I realized I couldn’t remember a single moment o...

After the ten-minute drive home, the sharp edge of my agitation had dulled, settling into a low, steady undertone. Kimmie, my wife, met me at the door. “Well? How did it go? Any problems?” “No, everything was fine.” I turned quickly and headed for the kitchen, but Kimmie knows me too well. She’s fluent in the little tics, shifts and tells that betray me. She’s a poker player, and a good one. “Wait a minute, Mister. Not so...

My regular urologist of ten years had recently relocated to Steamboat Springs, trading in full-time medicine for a cushy three-day work week and afternoons on the slopes. As a result, my upcoming appointment was reassigned to the new doctor who’d taken his place. The attendant called out, “Patrick O’Malley.” I stood and followed her down a long hallway to the last examination room, a part of the office I’d never been to b...

It’s becoming a ritual I can’t resist—I come home, slip into my room, and leave the door just barely ajar. I sprawl naked across the bed, legs parted, my fingers lazily circling the slick edges of my prize. Every move is for the mirror—I angle my hips just so, tilt my thighs wider, arch my back in a way that makes my breasts lift higher—knowing Tommy’s eyes are locked on the reflection. He lingers in the doorway, caught b...

At dinner, Tommy stayed quiet about what he’d witnessed earlier—me pushing myself to the edge of exhaustion. Later, each time I passed my bedroom door, my gaze lingered on the spot in the carpet where I’d wiped away his response to my climax, and I couldn’t help but think of him in a different, more-than-mom, way. The next day, my routine carried on as usual—except this time, I left my door open a few inches more. Tommy k...

It had been sixteen years since my husband died in a workplace accident. We’d married right after high school graduation—young, reckless, and wildly in love. Getting pregnant on prom night wasn’t part of the plan, but life rarely follows our rules. Out of all the girls who gave it up that night, I was the least likely virgin to get knocked up — and yet, I did. Fortunately, my dad was a personal injury lawyer. The settleme...

Marion and I had spent untold hours last night fucking and sucking, mostly me sucking and Marion fucking. He said I was getting very good at it, and, damn, those butt orgasms are spectacular. I'm not sure what time I fell asleep, but I awoke to the sound of voices coming from the kitchen. Needing to pee, I headed to the bathroom in my jaybird suit (naked). After a few steps, I realized that my butt was plugged. I surmised...

Sensing something was amiss, I realized that I had fallen asleep with Marion's cock in my mouth. This was evident by the pool of drool in which my face resided. What day was this? What time was it? Did he finish? Over the last few days, I had really gotten to the point of enjoying sucking his cock. It did so much for me, emotionally and physically. What the hell, being one not to miss an opportunity, I began moving my ton...

As the sunrise filtered in through Marion's bedroom window, I felt the warm wisp of his breath on the back of my neck, his hand still cradling my cock and balls and the nascent development of his morning woody nestled in the crease of my legs. My mind leaped back to last night and everything that had happened. My own woody began developing. Reaching behind me, feeling his fleshy pole, semi-hard, I turned toward him while...

***Wednesday*** Wednesday began like my previous days: a nice breakfast without any talk about what happened the night before. "Benny, I guess it's TCU today, then what are your plans?" "I'm supposed to go home on Thursday." "Why so soon? I was going to show you some of the sights around the Dallas-Fort Worth area." "I thought you'd be glad to get me out of your hair and have your place all to yourself again." "No, it's b...

***Tuesday*** The smell of bacon wafting down the hallway aroused my senses to the point that I had to get up and investigate. I felt a little like Buster, our dog, on the scent of a squirrel. Once arriving at the kitchen, Marion had cooked a breakfast of bacon, eggs and hash browns with OJ. "So where's Benny going today? "SMU... It's not too far from here, so I shouldn't be all day." "Yes, I've driven by the campus many...

***Monday*** The next morning, Marion didn't say anything about what had happened. I was relieved, although it did cross my mind a few times at the breakfast table. I headed off to my first college tour about 9 AM. After lunch, I hit the second one. They both had nice campuses, and being smaller schools, the class sizes were more intimate. There definitely were more hot girls than at my high school. I got stuck in some tr...

***Sunday*** Being seventeen, it was time to check out a few college campuses. Little did I know, but I was going to begin my higher education with this trip. I had traveled from home to Fort Worth, about a four-hour drive. That in itself was an adventure because it was the first time my parents let me travel alone that far. They made sure the car was in good working order; required that I called every time I stopped for...