It was our wedding anniversary. John had booked us a table at the new Indian restaurant in town, which was getting rave reviews for its food and authentic atmosphere. The anniversary fell on a Monday this year, so the restaurant was quieter than on the other nights of the week. And we had booked for 8.30, because John had been working late and the babysitter couldn’t get to us much earlier. As a result, we had the place t...

The warm water cascaded over me, washing the trails of semen from my face, body and hair. I sighed contentedly and lingered under the steamy spray. Images ran through my mind of the men crowding around, finishing themselves off all over me as I urged them on. The sense of power over them had been such a turn-on; despite the seeing-to that had followed from Mal, I was still horny. Eventually, I turned off the shower and st...

“We need to do something to drum up some trade,” Mal sighed, his hand stroking my arse as we leant against the bar, gazing out over a nearly empty pub. After a few minutes of silence, he looked at me with a sly smile. “Do you like dancing?” “Yes,” I responded doubtfully. “Do you like shopping for clothes?” “Yes…” "Do you like earning money?” “Where are you going with this, Mal?” Opening the till, he pulled out some cash a...

I was bored. I had left school that summer with no qualifications and the stern warning from my teachers that, if I carried on like this, I would amount to nothing. Unemployed and living with my Mum and her latest boyfriend in a small flat on a run-down inner-city housing estate, life wasn’t that great. Whilst the boys of my age constantly told me I was, “fit as fuck”, with my brunette hair and bleached blond highlights,...

The day after I had got home after the dinner party at my in-laws' house, my phone buzzed. It was a message from my father-in-law. Susanna, his wife, had gone to visit her sister; I was, as a result, to come to their house that evening. All arrangements had been made; I just needed to bring an overnight bag. With Charles still away on business, I hopped in my Range Rover to make the hour’s drive. Parking in the sweep of g...

The years passed, and with them came two children. We hired a nanny to look after them. Even so, life with busy with them, work, the normal round of social events, my riding, and, more discretely, being ridden by Charles’ younger brother, Henry, when he came back from New York, where he was living and working. Henry’s latest visit to England coincided with a business trip abroad for Charles. To celebrate the prodigal son’...

Each year before Christmas, the Chairman of Charles’ firm held a party for the senior management team at his home. The guest list ran to just over a hundred with wives and partners; a number easily accommodated in their sprawling mansion set in 20 acres of parkland. I had met Rex and his current wife, Ingrid, at the previous year’s event. Twice divorced, slightly overweight, but oozing power and influence, and very much t...

Returning from our honeymoon, we settled into married life. Charles commuted to his job in the City. I occupied my time with setting up home, going to the gym, meeting for lunch with girlfriends, and riding out from the livery yard where I kept my horse. Long rides across the rolling countryside were heaven. But as most female riders will tell you, the motion and the constant rub of the saddle is highly arousing. I freque...

For our honeymoon, Charles took me to Maui in Hawaii. We stayed in a gorgeous resort and spent our first few days sunbathing on the private beach. On the third day, Charles had chartered a small boat to take the two of us out for a day of deep-sea fishing. Charles had put on a pair of baggy swimming trunks, a Hawaiian shirt, and a baseball cap. Under a sarong, I was wearing a pink high-leg bikini. We arrived at the jetty...

I had left the reception to go up to the bedroom and change into my going away outfit. Standing in front of the mirror, I admired myself for one last time in the ivory silk wedding dress, with its fitted bodice and tie-up corset back. The designer dress showed off the swell of my 34DD breasts, slender waist and firm bum. My long blond hair was up with an elegant bun, held with a pearl barrette. I looked every inch the per...

I woke after a long restorative sleep, my arm across Mikey’s chest. Smiling, I slid my hand down to find his flaccid member. He stirred as I ran my fingernails along its length. Ducking under the duvet, I eased the glans between my lips, and gently began to suck and stroke him into life. Blood flowed into his muscle, which gradually grew to hardness in my mouth. With a sigh of arousal, his hand moved to the back of my hea...

I woke. And groaned inwardly. What - other than one too many glasses of white wine - had made me confide in Arabella. As my husband showered and dressed, I lay there with my mind racing. My phone pinged with an incoming WhatsApp. Arabella. With trembling fingers, I unlocked the phone and opened the message. “Hi, Ems. Thanks for last night. Such fun. Please don’t worry, your secret is safe with me. Honestly. But a deliciou...

A few months after our night in the hotel, we began some building work at home. After reviewing the various bids, and - I suspected - half an eye on the builders themselves, John selected Trev, who ran his own small firm in a nearby town. Trev was a typical builder, full of confidence, banter, and cheeky comments. He was a well-built man, whose work kept him in good shape. Working with him were two younger assistants, Lia...

The incident in the alleyway seemed to flick a switch in John. Sex at home became dominated by his narrative of me being taken by other men. And the more I thought about it, the more it turned me on too. Eventually, we had a frank conversation and agreed to follow through on this the next week. We booked into a hotel in a town some distance from home, arriving late on Wednesday afternoon. Having checked in, I had a bath w...

It was a Friday night, and a group of us with children in the same year group at school had agreed to meet up for a girls' night out. Everyone had made a real effort with their hair, makeup, and party dresses. After the meal, we went on as planned to a nightclub, for a cocktail. The Club was busy; at the bar, we were joined by a group of men in their late twenties. Standing slightly to one side and ordering the drinks, I...