Claire left the two men for a few minutes while she went to the bathroom. When she returned both men stopped talking and looked at her. It was obvious that they had been talking about her. Jerome smiled at her and then apologised. “I’m sorry,” he told her. “I didn’t realize that you two were not dating. I thought that you were an item.” She laughed. “I’m married,” she told him. “This was just a lunch engagement.” Jerome l...

It was almost two weeks later when Claire and Karl finally got to have lunch together. Neil’s mother was in the locality that Tuesday and asked her out to lunch. She could hardly refuse let alone tell her that she was having lunch with another man. Karl was disappointed but he quite understood. He had dated many married women and he knew that these things went with the territory. They arranged for another lunch the follow...

Karl had unsettled Claire. The revelation about what goes on in some marriages had made her feel insecure in her own. Karl had made the spotlight fall on her own sexual relationship. On the surface it was a happy marriage. They were just five years into their marriage and steadily building a home and getting ready for parenthood in the near future. Neil had now qualified and she was settled into a good job with a well kno...

Claire walked slowly around the department store’s new Royal Doulton tableware display. She felt uneasy there. She was more used to working in her own department on the ladies wear floor; the lingerie section to be more precise. In fact, she was supervisor and enjoyed her own autonomy. Filling in for another supervisor on sick leave was not of her choice, especially on the household ware floor, but working in other depart...

Ginny’s hand remained clinging to Larry’s all through her fucking. It had even never entered into his mind, let alone his fantasy, that he would be holding his wife’s hand while she was being fucked by another man. Pete pounded her fast and hard; Ginny continually sobbed in ecstasy and Larry just sat there next to them holding her hand as if comforting her through some grotesque ordeal. The whole thing seemed so surreal....

Tuesday evening seemed to take ages to arrive; Monday dragged and Tuesday evening seemed to take a lifetime to arrive for Larry. The time was tortuous for him, filled with a mixture of excitement and dread. He was excited about Pete fucking Ginny under his roof and in his bed and yet he dreaded meeting Pete again face to face. It was going to be humiliating. He was going to be welcoming the man who had fucked his wife int...

Ginny closed the bedroom door behind them as Larry stood nervously beside the bed. She nodded at the panties lying on the bed as she moved closer to him. “You didn’t get to use them then?” she said to him as she reached for his belt buckle. Larry shook his head as she began to unbuckle his trousers. “Th... things went okay then?” he said. Ginny nodded. “Yes, we had a nice time,” she told him as she pulled down his zipper....

Ginny slipped into the bath not long after breakfast. It was noon and there were just two hours to go before Pete would be arriving to take her away. Larry let her settle into the water and then reached for her sponge and shower gel. He still couldn’t believe that he was actually acting out his fantasy, neither could he quite grasp that all this was for real. Forty-eight hours ago life seemed so sane. He ran the soapy spo...

Larry woke before Ginny that Sunday morning. She lay facing him looking so restful and peaceful. He leant closer and kissed her gently on the forehead. Larry loved Ginny very much. He sighed. He had a sense of foreboding. It had been only twenty-hours since she had come back home unexpectedly and caught him masturbating. He hadn’t really known what came over him that morning. He had watched her walk to her car; watched he...

Larry woke. He was a little disorientated at first. He couldn’t understand why he was in bed in the afternoon and then suddenly he started to recall the earlier events. Ginny suddenly appeared from the bathroom, dressed in a pair of figure hugging blue jeans and wearing a red bra; she must have awoken earlier and showered and changed. She smiled at him and came round the bed and sat down at his side. “Sleep well?” she ask...

She caught him red handed; literally. Well, perhaps it could be said that he was actually caught pink handed. When Ginny walked in on her husband, as he lay half naked on top of their bed masturbating, he had a pair of her pink panties wrapped around his cock. It was comical in a way as he tried to cover himself and hide what he was doing. It was impossible of course; there was nowhere to hide. “What the... “ she cried ou...

You could have heard a pin drop as he stepped through the church hall doorway. One moment there was the almost deafening sounds of the hustle and bustle of the busy parish summer bring and buy sale and the next moment complete silence. People stopped in their tracks and turned and stared at him; it was almost as if Old Nick himself had entered the room, desecrating holy ground. But it wasn’t him. Jack Hardy was no devil....

There were tears two weeks later when Sandra received the letter from Ken’s solicitors informing her about the divorce petition. She knew that it was coming but getting the letter that Friday morning caught her emotionally off guard. It put a dampener on her weekend with Samuel. She was so upset that she told Ken that she did not want him to divorce her and also told Samuel that she was having second thoughts about their...

Ken came quickly. Sandra’s lips were tight around his cock as he gripped the back of her head and thrusted, using her mouth like a cunt. Her hand was also cupping his testicles and stroking him; it was something that she had learned from Samuel. As his cum began to spurt inside her mouth he groaned loudly, looking at Samuel as he did so. He felt special. This was something he rarely got from Sandra these days and never at...

It was Friday evening and, as was now customary, Ken parked up on the roadside outside his home. In the driveway was his wife, Sandra’s, car and behind her car was parked Samuel’s car. Samuel was her lover. As was also now customary, Samuel was spending the weekend with Sandra. Ken stepped out of his car with feelings of both sexual excitement and apprehension and walked past their cars to his front door. He never really...