Her most fertile day. Her lover’s freshly deposited cum swims inside her. In bed with her husband, sponge carefully inserted, she makes her advances. He won’t know it isn’t his. She kisses, strokes, whispers filthy things. She finds his cock. Flaccid. Cups his balls, strokes the tip, fingers trail lightly down the shaft. No response. She moves to go down on him. He protests with a groan and rolls away. He couldn’t, even i...

You are on all fours. I am furiously slamming into you from behind. Everything about this has driven me to a frenzy. The curve of your back rounding into the smooth plumpness of your ass. The ink on your shoulder. The smell of sex. The slickness of your nether region. The way my hardness glistens with you. But especially the sounds. The slapping of my body against the back of your legs and your ass. The slurping noises as...

My stomach is literally in knots as they walk through the door. My wife Jennifer and our two children, back from after-school activities, arms loaded with takeout food. I give Jennifer a brief hug and she pecks me on the cheek, not the lips. I can smell the body wash, still somewhat fresh, not normal for this time of day, of that I’m certain. Small talk about how our days were. Boring, she says. Something about faux drama...

I lay back on my bed - our bed - the warm afterglow still infusing my body and spirit. I am naked, spent, wanting absolutely nothing more in the present moment as I sift through the events of the past few precious, exciting hours. My nipples harden as I close my eyes and recall his cock, so glorious in its impossible hardness, droplets pulled down by gravity from the tip of his beautiful manhood, the viscous fluid seeming...

We sipped our drinks in the lobby bar of the conference hotel. Over the course of the last ninety minutes our discussion had turned increasingly personal and intense, just the two of us, the rest of the crowd shut out. The hour was late and we didn’t even notice that virtually all of the other attendees at this small conference had retired for the night. Finally, we too realized that it was getting really late. I paid the...

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain again... we have begun our descent and are about twenty minutes out. The flight attendants will be preparing the cabin for landing in a few minutes. We thank you for flying with us and hope to see you again in the near future." The routine was more than familiar to frequent travelers like me. Good - first leg of the journey appears to be successful. I had been tracking bad weath...

I found the condom. I should have suspected. Months ago, there was the little bottle of personal lubricant, tucked discreetly under the contents that jam the drawer in her bedside table. Certainly, it wasn't there for me. When we do fuck, occasionally now, she is difficult to enter, so much so that penetration can be painful. Understandable at her age - at our age. And yet the lube has never made its way out of the drawer...

She sits across the room, on the other side of the U-shaped conference table layout. I don't fixate or obsess on her but there is intrigue. When we first met three years ago - our only previous meeting - it was unremarkable; a quick introduction among a knot of cocktail party guests followed by perhaps five minutes of polite small talk. This morning, as we were gathering for our meeting, we exchanged brief pleasantries ag...

Anticipation is wonderful, elongating the encounter, all too brief it seems, that we share once every twelve months or so. It starts with an email, sent immediately upon the confirmation of my annual trip. The agonizing wait for a reply, not knowing if you will be in town and whether your circumstances, or your desire, have changed. And then it arrives, signified by the badge on my secret email app. Yes, yes, yes. How hav...

I stroll into the party and immediately sweep the room. I'm looking for him. I don't know who he is, or what his name is. All I know is that he is married and here with his wife. I am hunting. I'm good at this. I am young, not beautiful but passably attractive, with a presence that, when activated, makes one with reasonably keen perception aware that I am capable of doing unmentionable things and just might be immediately...

It's evening turning to night. HE is home with the children. I am supposed to be at a business dinner. The hotel is elegant, discreet. My heart races, belly tightens, nipples ache. My panties are wet. And I'm still in my car. Trembling with fear and excitement. What will I become as I let a stranger's cock enter me? Driving home, cum leaking out of my well-fucked hole, I have the answer. I am an insatiable cheating slut....

Third night of a long business trip. At the bar, grabbing a quick bite and a glass of wine. Distractedly watching the game on the TV and glancing at my phone. Business types all around me; some attractive, most not. I'm a little aroused, I guess normal for a man at the end of an intense day. I miss my wife and wish she were up in my room waiting for me. I glance up and see you. I am not, was not, seeking. Not even close....

I shower, scrubbing myself carefully, wanting to be fresh and clean for her. She will be here soon. My cock stiffens as I lovingly work the lather around my balls and shaft, down and under to the opening of my ass. I resist the urge to stroke, as my excitement would lead to me wasting some of the cum I have been saving for over a week. Tonight I want every drop to be hers. My midsection aches with desire and my heart is p...

I lay on my back, naked, staring up at the shaved pussy of the woman squatting over me, another woman helping her masturbate. Strictly instructed not to touch, I wait passively as the rubbing on her clit becomes more and more furious. The sound of kissing, licking, and moans surround me. My belly tightening, adrenaline rushing through me, giddy anticipation building. Without warning, her lips bulge, as if her pussy is try...