Once again we were recovering from a night of rousing physical activity, seated in our robes on our deck. This night had been shorter than the previous one but was equally as satisfying. “You don’t think I was too aggressive, do you?” Rhonda asked, just before taking a sip of the special Irish coffee I had prepared to speed our recovery. “Absolutely not, if anything, it was exciting that you knew what you wanted and went...

The morning found us tired, sore, and hung over. We slept late and eventually dragged ourselves out of bed to the shower. We decided on a bit of “hair of the dog” and had about half a glass of wine each and felt much better. Rhonda had on panties and a robe and I had a robe on with nothing underneath. We had our coffee on the deck and the bracing morning air helped revive us. We had avoided discussing the previous night,...

The decision to rent our mother-in-law suite as an Air BnB rental was life-changing for my wife, Rhonda, and myself. We interviewed an engineer who was working on a project to expand our local airport. The projection was six months but these things were unpredictable and we gave him the first choice for an extension if necessary. His name was James and he projected an air of quiet confidence and was not intrusive in the l...

We leisurely strolled through our new playground and were once again amazed at the sheer size and opulence of the place. It brought to mind pictures I had seen of the palace at Versailles. There was room after room, some with doors closed and some open for viewing. We passed one with a dominatrix, in the appropriate dress holding the face of a handcuffed female slave against her crotch and was obviously in the throes of a...

The twilight was fast approaching and rain was coming down in sheets as I approached her door but nonetheless, I paused to read the plaque posted on the wall. The lettering was engraved in heavy brass in old Edwardian script lettering, "Laura L. Wellington Clinical Psychologist Ph.D., LPC, ACS”. I moved closer, oblivious to the rain, and lightly traced the letters with the tip of my index finger and felt the familiar surg...

The darkness moves slowly like a reluctant lover its fingers tease the memories of their passion that grew until it threatened to consume them and it did now sitting on the hill collar to the chill I peer into the twilight that mysterious time when light touches dark and we are there

“John?” My name came over the line when I answered in a deep and throaty voice, and when I answered in the affirmative, she continued, “This is Charlotte from the Manor, how are you?” I got it then and said, “I’m well. Hope you are.” “I am, thank you. I am pleased to inform you that both the labs and the background checks are in and we would like to offer you the opportunity to join our private club, and your wife is welc...

My wife and I have been swingers for a while, separately and together, and neither minds a little same-sex contact occasionally. Some friends of ours, intimate friends, if you know what I mean, introduced us to a private club located about thirty minutes from our home. We went with our friends for the initial visit and we were met at the door of the lavish and sprawling mansion by a very elegant and well-mannered older wo...

The door to the room suddenly burst open and two large black men burst in, Thomas and Samuel, who were two of the freed former slaves, and in an excited state said, “Mister Jake just rode in wounded and said the soldiers are everywhere and have some of our boys boxed in!” The room erupted into chaos with Jeb and Seth cursing and grabbing clothes and boots from the floor and running out the door with Carmen and Maria doing...

Ella sat on the couch with her young niece, Rebecca, watching the poker game with disbelief. They were both shamefully naked and felt completely vulnerable. The men were playing 5-card stud with them as prizes. An outcome like this had never entered her mind when they began their trip west from Philadelphia. The wagon train had been an experience, and then the stagecoach...! She shuddered when she recalled the memory. The...

I sat on the table in my gown as instructed, feeling a bit woozy, as the pain killer began to take effect. The light gown was at about mid-thigh and the feeling of being naked under such flimsy material was leading to the faint stirrings of arousal. The door opened abruptly and the light went out. The front of the gown was flipped up and in my light-headed state, I could make out a woman in a white dress. I heard the soun...

The news on Sunday that we were meeting John on Tuesday sent a ripple of excitement through our group. David, Bridgette, and Donna all took the whole week off and used Monday to prepare the house with candles in the Master bedroom to ensure that our happy voyeurs had excellent visuals throughout the session. They also bought some provisions to stock the refrigerator because we planned to stay for a while after he left. We...

We were still floating in the pool when the front door opened and Donna came in. I saw her and hopped off my chair and swam to the stairs while telling David and Bridgette, "She's here". We gave her a hero's reception and although she was surprised to see David and Bridgette, she gave them both a long hug and kiss. We were all naked so I encouraged Donna to strip and in a second or two, she was naked also. Bridgette broug...

She continued to stroke him and he began to stroke her through her yoga pants. He broke their kiss and pulled her t-shirt up and off. He twisted the nipples on her emerging tits and enjoyed the look of pain on her pretty face. He then pulled her to him and she wrapped her arms around him and they kissed deeply. He kneeled in front of her and began to peel her yoga pants off. She made a half-hearted effort to stop him and...

Several weeks have passed since Donna's hall pass to worship John's cock on her own. Day-to-day life has been routine with my research and therapy continuing and Donna working in the public service sector (a bit tongue in cheek). She has been a good girl, except in our bedroom, and life has just meandered on and on. That is until today. Donna called and asked me if I remembered saying that we would try to get her an overn...