Dan and Trish lay like spoons in their king-sized bed. The fan above them provided little relief from the summer heat, but their sweat was caused mainly by the sexual gymnastics they had just completed moments before. The bedcovers were still bunched at the foot of the bed and their naked forms glistened in the dim lamplight. Trish felt exhausted. She had experienced an orgasm some twenty minutes into their copulation. St...

So the Rubicon had been crossed. Trish had sex with a total stranger while Dan, her husband, watched. Everything had worked out as planned, except for one thing: Trish wanted more. She found that she loved the role of a hotel slut. It was an acting job that seemed to flow naturally once she started. Her victim, Vince, had left with a smile on his face and despite the brevity of their encounter, Trish had gotten off with t...