New Years’ Eve eve. I picked up my car from the shop. The neighborhood was gritty. The lunchtime sky was grey, the air wet and penetratingly cold. I had left home without a specific timetable. My wife, content to cuddle under a blanket with our dogs and read her phone or a book while nursing her cold, had wished me a cheerful good day. I cruised the street slowly. I was on the other side of the tracks. Here was a car deal...

Do you know where she is? She told you it was a girls’ night out. But is it? Or is it something else? The subtle changes in her mood, her behavior, her body language, her schedule, her patterns. At least that’s what you perceive. Is it real? Or just your fertile imagination? Sure, you don’t have sex as often. What couple doesn’t after fifteen years? It’s entirely normal for a certain amount of sexual ennui to creep gradua...

“I need to talk to you about something.” My wife leaned forward intently. The candlelight from our dinner table cast a soft, intimate glow on her beautiful face. After twenty-three years, I found her as alluring as the day we met. Five-nine, jet-black hair, and smoldering dark green eyes. Pale skin, gentle turned-up nose. Light makeup only; no enhancements really needed, except for bright red lipstick when her mood turned...

It was our annual long weekend to wine country. After several years, we had settled into a familiar routine. We stayed at the same inn out in the country, a small, exclusive property that was the perfect combination of beauty, quiet, relaxation, and welcome. We preferred it to the hustle and bustle of town and felt more connected to the land here. Our visits now followed a familiar pattern. We had developed a close relati...

The consequential things, the monumental ones, oft happen when you least expect. You rarely see it coming. We never expected it to last. We never meant to fall in love. It’s funny how things start slowly and then gradually build, until a fire is burning inside that both warms and threatens to consume us. It would be a lie to say it started innocently enough because the spark was there from the very beginning. Nothing this...

I woke early and, feeling restless, was unable to get back to sleep. My wife lay dead asleep on her back beside me. I rose gently and as I pulled back the sheets, I could see that her sleep shirt had risen above her waist. She was wearing nothing beneath, and her long, toned legs were slightly spread. Her pussy was on full display, its lips still somewhat swollen. The pubic hair that so artfully adorned the spot above the...

I came to accept our new situation, or should I say my new situation. Nothing had changed for her, at least not to her knowledge. The revelation of her life as a cheating whore was known to me alone. She could proceed with her dual life as if nothing were amiss, blissfully unaware that I, her husband, knew her terrible secret. It was as if I’d married someone new. New, and exciting. Acceptance gradually gave way to the th...

I woke still lying on my back. She was fast asleep, facing away from me, her ass pressed against my hip. I could feel the warmth of her body through the fabric, and my cock began to awaken. Thinking back to the night before, I reached under my shirt, running my fingers across my abdomen. The crusty dried cum confirmed that she had used me as a rag to clean her hand after drooling on my cock and stroking me to orgasm. She...

My wife had just walked in the door from her usual morning run, looking flushed, fit, and happy. To all outward appearances, it was no different than dozens, even hundreds of runs she had returned from over the years. Except for one little detail. She had just been fucked. Her run was to his place and back. The sweat glistening on her face, the bare skin of her midriff, her shoulders, arms, and legs, was from another kind...

It wasn’t by happenstance that I found her secret stash. Hours spent in online cheating communities had taught me about the art of keeping communication with lovers discreet and secure. I became familiar with password-protected text apps and how to tuck them neatly away inside otherwise innocuous looking folders. Hers was, ironically, labeled “Lifestyle.” Inside that folder were apps for wellness, mindfulness, fashion, co...

I lay back, utterly spent. Sun streamed through the window of our bedroom and fell on her body. The sheets were wet beneath her ass and between her legs. A trickle of cum flowed out of her pussy. My eyes traveled up her body, across her flat, athletic tummy to her pert breasts, nipples fully erect, pointing upward proudly. Above them, her chest was flushed, as were her neck and face. I studied the contours of her jawline,...

I was sprawled in the chair, naked, panting, and splattered with cum. My cock almost too sensitive to touch, I stared at the last frozen image on the video clip. An woman lying on the bed, legs spread wide, a stream of sticky white fluid oozing from her swollen hole. That could be my wife, I thought. Not literally, of course, but the actress checked enough boxes to be a credible stand-in. Slender, early forties, small bre...

It was a perfect late spring morning. I laced up my running shoes and made the short drive to the reservoir. Two loops, counterclockwise, about seven and a half miles. I was in no rush and relished the rare chance to run this scenic route. I’ve always felt a certain erotic aspect to running – the endorphins, the connection to nature, the feeling of health and fitness, and the scenery – the other attractive, fit runners. T...

“It’s always so erotic, shaving for him like this. With each stroke of my razor, I’m making myself prettier. “For him. “I’m sorry if that hurts, but I cannot lie. I do it all for him.” Scrape. “I take my time. Everything must be perfect. No stray hairs left behind.” Scrape. “Every stroke makes me more excited. The anticipation is intoxicating. Knowing that soon his tongue will be on my mound. My baby-smooth nether region....

His rigid cock is poised at the entrance to my cunt. Precum oozes from the tip. A long thin strand deposits a drop directly onto my engorged clit. My labia are swollen, and the smell of sex is in the air. The duvet feels soft against my skin. Of course, she buys only the finest linens. The sensation serves as a stark reminder that I am trespassing here. Some might find that uncomfortable. I find it terribly exciting. I re...