Dawn Carter awoke, naked and alone in bed. A particularly hot dream had ended too soon. Someone on her street started cutting their lawn early on a Saturday morning, and the noise had come into the bedroom through the partially open second-floor patio door. It had been three days since her husband had been home. His job responsibilities had increased recently, and that often required that he be out of town for extended pe...

Tim stood in Dawn’s kitchen, his shorts and underwear still pooled around his ankles. His massive cock — “Timber”, as Dawn had just christened it — still glistening with her spit, still pointing at better than horizontal, with the remaining drops of his explosive first load just drooling from its tip. His face was flushed crimson like his hair. His eyes were wide with disbelief at first, then ha had a look of raw lust as...