***Rowan*** It was on Tuesday, May 5, that I met Danni. We all know nothing interesting happens on Tuesdays—well, until it does. I didn’t meet Danni, meet her; I saw her. It was at a meeting about the new park design. I heard her speak, and she intrigued me. Not beautiful, exactly, but interesting. The first thing I noticed was her eyes; they were an unusual shade of green. Um, I have to admit I was lying about the first...

I sat on the edge of the bed as Autumn ate the breakfast I’d brought, watching my beautiful wife. I couldn’t stop picturing her with him; they’re naked, and he’s holding her, telling her what he wants. Hayes is bi, and he wants to make love to both of us, Autumn and me. Exactly what does that mean? It kept pounding through my head. Hayes is bi, and he wants to make love to me. Autumn said he wants to fuck me. Fuck my mout...

POV JOEY Coming back from our Lassen backpacking trip, Autumn and I didn’t say much; I guess we were both thinking about what happened there. I caused the entire thing, the prime mover. That’s what I would have been called in my philosophy class in college. I told Autumn I wanted to see her fuck another man, and I’d arranged for Hayes to meet us at the lake. Everything followed. I’m her cuckold and everything that means....

An argument I’ve often had with my girlfriends is what color love is. I usually picture it as a combination of fiery red mixed with yellow and black. Powerful emotions, with fiery fights and hot sex mixed in. I’ve gradually decided that if you don’t agree with a prospective partner about this, you’re headed for problems. I tend to pick my girlfriends who see love as a peaceful green like a forest, or a soft blue, like a w...

I drove up to the house, parking on the driveway. I sat in the car, thinking. I’ve fucked Nash ten times since Brody asked me to. That first time was indescribable. Knowing that Brody was watching him fuck me, plus knowing that the cock in me wasn’t Brody’s and that he was such a different lover, made me come so many times. I had to do it again and again. Nash and I haven’t been together since last week. Brody is home wai...

I’m an inveterate people watcher. I love to watch beautiful women, attractive women, and semi-attractive women too. I’m a sexist people watcher; it’s women I like to watch. Often, it’s at Temple Coffee over on Broadway and Seventeenth St. It kind of reminds me of what Hooters might be like. Not that I know; they closed the ones in my town, and I never even drove in their parking lot. Anyway, whoever hires for Tempest must...

Yes, I’m Myla’s cuckold. We’re not that unusual; there are a fair amount of modern-day cuckolds; they’re the ones that know they’re cuckolds; if you add the old definition of unknowing cuckolds, even more. Reading some cuckold forums, most of the men there pretend they enjoy it all. I can’t believe that they are all so enthusiastic. Yes, at some level, the high I get is worth the anguish. I have been with Myla when she’s...

When I married Julia, I knew I was going to be a cuckold and that she was going to be fucking other men on our wedding anniversary, but I hated thinking about it. She’d warned me that she couldn’t be faithful for more than a year. By the end of our first anniversary, I still hated it, but watching her made me cum. The anguish of knowing I wasn’t enough for her, combined with the erotic thrill of watching—seeing—another ma...

I met Joey at REI, the sporting goods store. I was looking for a lightweight backpacking sleeping bag. And he was looking for a backpacking two-person tent. We were talking and continued our conversation at Temple Coffee. I mentioned I was intending to go into the Mount Lassen area. He was still deciding between the Emigrant Wilderness and the Mt. Lassen area. When we were finishing, he finished by saying, "I’ve got an id...

If you’re reading this, that means you’ve probably read about my special arrangement with my husband, Justin. It started way back when we were just dating, and I found out that he had a very special kink. He got off on me, telling him about my previous sex life. Eventually, when I was on business trips, I started looking for adventures I could tell Justin about. Just to be clear, it wasn’t just for Justin; I enjoyed it a...

I learned about KeylimePi in one of the cuckold forums around. No, I’m not going to tell you which one, but I started emailing him after I saw he was looking for the truth about why cuckolds stay in their marriages. Every cuckold relationship has its reasons. I can only talk about mine. Most people think they are average, normal people, and I’d pictured myself as an average guy, but about ten years ago, I learned I wasn’t...

It’s Saturday, and Kira is with Lee tonight. Lee won’t let me watch when they fuck, and I hate it. Next weekend will be our third anniversary, and I’m looking forward to it. No, it’s not our third wedding anniversary; it’s our third cuck anniversary. Just thinking about that first time still gets me hard. We’d gone to the river with some friends, just to play in the water, when Kira sidled up to me and told me that if I w...

How did I end up here? I still don’t know, but here I am. Did it start that time when we were at the beach, and those guys tried to hit on you? Maybe it was at Miles’ birthday party when Steve tried to get you alone in that bedroom. All I know is that I never intended to end up here. I guess it started when Amber and I started role-playing. My big mistake was when we started going to bars separately, and I’d come in and p...

I got home at noon, after Gloria promised me a surprise when I got home. I parked and slowly walked in the front door. No one. I quietly went up the stairs and paused at the top, listening. It was eerily silent. I walked to our bedroom door, put my hand on the door, and opened it. I saw Gloria with Stan’s cock in her pussy, Harry’s in her ass, and Jim’s in her mouth. “You got here just in time to watch them finish.” Glori...

When I got back from Boston, I let Justin know. I was his wife when I was home, but when I was on trips, I wasn’t. “I’m your wife when I’m home. That’s when you can ask me about what I’m doing and where I’ve been. When I’m on a trip, I’m not. And like when I was in Boston, I don’t want you asking questions.” I looked at him hard and said, “When I’m away from home, I’m single, and you can imagine what I’m doing, but I’m no...