My wife’s best friend, Carole, was devastated when her husband walked out on her. At that time, Sally and I had just booked a chalet for a short break in the French Alps and we decided to ask Carole if she’d like to come with us. She gratefully accepted our offer. I had one problem: for the next four days I knew I’d have trouble keeping my hands to myself because Carole and Sally look so much alike, even though they’re no...

I ogled my wife’s cute ass as she walked down the corridor on her way toward the shower — and Carole. Afterward, I wandered onto the balcony and sat in a deck chair, admiring the stunning view and reminiscing about what had just happened. Only twenty minutes earlier, I’d fucked Carole, my wife’s best friend. When I’d first looked at the feminine figure leaning against the balcony railings, I truly believed that it was Sal...

Sitting on the balcony in this picturesque place, I admired the trees in the valley and the beautiful lake in the distance guarded by snow-capped mountains. I tried to imagine the beauty of the whole valley covered in snow. Listening to the birdsong, it was truly peaceful, tranquil even, but other thoughts still flashed through my mind: who was the female who’d watched me masturbating. And was that all she saw? Was she wa...

Over a light breakfast on the balcony, Carole asked what had happened after she'd left the pub with Sally. “Did you manage to talk to Kitty?” “Indeed I did,” I said, putting down my coffee mug.  “And?” “Well, I told her a few home truths and basically said she shouldn’t disrespect you.” Carole scoffed. “I don’t suppose that made one iota of difference to her. Oh, I’m sorry, Richard, I know you meant well but I know how st...