Thinking back over the years, I tried to recall some of the crazy things I had done and experienced sexually in my life, and my mind always ventures back to the first time me and my wife's life changed forever. I won't get into too much detail as to how long ago this was, only that my wife back then was turning twenty-two at the time. So instead of celebrating her birthday by going out, we invited five close couples over...

"Oh fuck, Bobby!" my wife whimpered as I thrust my solid dick deep inside her welcoming womb. Then, faster and harder, I plowed, causing my wife to spread her legs wider while her hands clawed at my ass, pulling me deeper still inside her gripping pussy. "Mmm… oh… Yes! Oh God, yes! Keep going! Keep going!" Brenda screamed as her ass lifted off the bed to meet my every thrust. Fuck! Oh fuck!!! I'm coming, honey! I'm coming...

The next morning, I woke up suddenly, my mind racing with the startling events from the day before. Reflecting on what we had done left me feeling unsettled, and I couldn't shake the intense conversation I had had with Brenda. We discussed Lisa assisting us in finding someone for my wife to become intimate with, while I observed— the memory of it overwhelmed me with a flood of mixed emotions. Lying on my back, I turned my...

Brenda's pussy spasms against my mouth, drenching my face in her juices and making her buck so hard she almost knees me in the ear. "Fuck, Bob! Don't you dare stop!" she screams, grinding her cunt against my lips, her thighs clamping my head in a vice. She's already come twice, like, full-body shivers each time, but she's still all over me. Totally insatiable. She's got her hands tangled in my hair, nails digging into my...

I awoke the following morning feeling exhausted from the wicked sex I had with the ladies, but also horny since the images of what Brenda and I did with Fiona came rushing back. Fuck, I couldn’t stop thinking about how hard I had made Fiona cum, and that notion caused me to roll onto my side before slithering my hand down toward my sleeping wife's pussy. Scooting closer to Brenda, I nestled my stiff dick between her legs...

I wasn't very productive once I got back to the office; I found it hard to concentrate. My thoughts kept drifting back to what had happened with Lisa over lunch. The adulterous sex we indulged in was undeniably exhilarating, a fiery thrill that consumed every sense. Yet now, a suffocating weight of guilt pressed down on me, an unbearable burden that twisted my insides and clawed at my conscience. Fucking Lisa behind Brend...

The scent of Brenda's perfume greeted me upon entering the house and reminded me of our shared life together. Brenda lifted her gaze from her magazine, showing her interest with her eyes. "Well?" she asked with a playful smile. "How did it go with Lisa?" I took a deep breath before I locked eyes with her while my heart raced faster. I told Brenda that Lisa had set up a meeting with someone who wanted to make our fantasy c...

Brenda leans across the table, her hand wrapping tight around my wrist, her wedding ring biting into my skin. She's still buzzing from the night, from the conversation we just had. "Promise me," she says, "promise me you'll do it." She means what we just talked about—the club—about us going back again, only this time, just the two of us. No Lisa. My thoughts are a mess, tangled up between wanting and worrying. I can't sto...

We're only midway through our wine when Brenda remarks, "Isn't that Brian?" Her tone is filled with the eagerness of a predator eyeing its target. I follow her gaze and spot him at the bar, exuding his usual air of confidence and ease. Brenda takes a sip of her wine, flicking a drop from her lip with her tongue as she continues to watch Brian intently. "Should we ask him to join us?" she inquires, but before I can reply,...