About six months after my divorce, I decided to accept the company’s long-standing offer and transfer to New York. Being a small-town guy from the Midwest, I was a little intimidated about moving to such a big city, but I felt like the change would do me good. Most of my friends had been my ex-wife’s friends first, so I was beginning to feel isolated. If some woman had come along in those six months to pique my interest,...

Takes up directly from Part 4. Now it was my turn to tell a story. So I told Vickie about the ride to the lagoon with the Nick, and stripping off our clothes, and swimming for awhile and then going ashore and sitting there naked and having lunch and smoking a joint. And I told her about Nick leaning over and sucking my cock, and how hot it was and how I tried sucking his, and how I liked it, and then how we 69ed and came...

Takes right up from Part 3  “I wonder what the girls have been up to,” Nick had said. I had been wondering this myself all afternoon, during the long slow ride back from the lagoon where we’d spent the afternoon. I had a pretty good idea, however, that while I was having sex with her husband, Tanya might be doing the same with my wife. Still, I felt a twinge of guilt. Not only had I cheated on Vickie -- with a man, no les...

When I woke up the next morning the sun was already well up. With a jolt I glanced at the clock, afraid I would be late for my bike ride with Nick, but it was only 9 and I had plenty of time before meeting him at 10. I turned over at Vickie. She was still sound asleep and would be, I knew, for hours. We’d had a lot to drink last night, and she’d always suffered more from hangovers than I had. Add to that the pot we’d smok...

Part 2 takes up where Part 1 leaves off. A five-minute walk brought us back to the hotel. The girls and I headed down the long row of hedges that separated the patios outside each room from the palm grove near the shore, while Nick went inside. Tanya, leading the way, found a break in the hedges about halfway down and slipped through. Vickie and I followed. On the other side was a small patch of grass and a brick patio an...

It all started when my wife and I were on a vacation in the Dominican Republic. It was February, and very cold in Boston, where we had lived for many years after our marriage. On the spur of the moment we had decided to get away to someplace warm, so we got my parents to come stay at our place a few days to mind the kids and booked a last-minute, four-day weekend trip to one of those all-inclusive resorts. Thirty-six hour...

When I got home from Adam’s house I went straight to my room and fell into bed. It wasn’t that late but I was exhausted from the fucking he’d given me. I drifted off to sleep, and when I woke up and looked around, the dim light in the room told me the sun was about to rise.I was still wearing the clothes I’d worn the night before, so I sat up enough to peel off my shirt and shorts and threw them on the floor. I had the us...

Driving home from the mall I got to thinking about what I had done in less than a week: I’d had sex with three guys, including my best friend, a total stranger and my girlfriend’s father, and one woman, my girlfriend’s mother. It seemed like the only person I hadn’t had sex with recently was my girlfriend.I hadn’t seen much of Jenny in the last two or three weeks. She had gone to the beach one week with her best friend’s...

When I got home it was still only four in the afternoon. Had all that happened in just two hours, my fucking Dan and then getting fucked by him as I fucked his wife? Had it happened at all?I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts. Was it really possible that I, a pretty ordinary 18-year-old kid about to head off to college, having what I thought was a pretty ordinary sex life, had become sexually involved with my girl...

Instinctively I looked around for something to cover myself, but the cabana was bare except for a couple of pillows on a small chair near the window. I jumped up and scooted to the chair, sat down and put a pillow in my lap.“What the fuck, man?”Dan looked at me for a second, then started to chuckle.“What are you hiding for?” he asked. “It isn’t the first time Tina watched us.”“Where is she?”“In our bedroom. Waiting for us...

How I managed to drive home safely that night, I’ll never know. I tried to focus on the road, but my thoughts kept coming back to the fucking Dan had given me. The soreness in my ass didn’t help. Nor did the trickle of moisture I felt between my legs, which I assumed was cum leaking out of my hole.I guess was bothered me the most was the feeling that Dan had, well, taken me. I had gone into the cabana knowing something se...

Both Gil and I were quiet the rest of the way to his house. He had drunk a lot, and obviously needed to crash, and I was preoccupied with what had happened in the cabana. I couldn’t quite sort out my feelings, but one of them was definitely guilt and another was shame. But there was a dash of something else, too, that I tried to suppress but eventually admitted to myself was sexual excitement. Remembering what Dan had don...

I had stumbled out of the cabana and headed back to the covered porch where everyone else had sought protection from the rain. My breath had come in snatches, not because of the exertion, but because I was still a little freaked out by what had happened in the cabana a few minutes before. My girlfriend’s dad had come on to me.Some of the details are a little blurry now, six months later, but on the whole, my memory is cle...

Like many married men, I was pretty happy during the early years of my marriage. We were very much in love, and everything seemed new and fresh and wonderful -- particularly where sex was concerned. Dana was a lively partner in bed; there wasn’t much I wanted to do that she wasn’t willing to try, and I think she would say the same of me. Not that we were particularly kinky, but we were pretty adventurous about when, where...

I don’t know why I didn’t just leave. Normally I don’t like being told what to do, and I certainly don’t like being pushed around, but for some reason I decided to make a one-time exception. I let go of the door handle and went back to the bedroom. He came back from the bathroom, naked, his dick already starting to get hard again. “Get undressed,” he said, turning down the light as low as it would go. I did as I was told....