Good morning, my love… I still smell like them. My thighs are sticky, my pussy is puffy and used, and every time I shift in bed I can feel the dull, sweet ache deep inside where they stretched me open for you. You sent me out last night with that look in your eyes—the one that makes my cunt clench before anyone even touches me. “Go be a good vixen,” you said, kissing me slowly while your hand slid under my short dress and...

I awoke the next morning with a bit of a hangover. Trent was asleep on the couch with D, and Pandora slept with a smile. I knew she would be out of it for a while. The kitchen seemed a bit brighter than usual. I ground coffee beans as quietly as I could to make espresso. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a figure that startled me. D had made her way into the kitchen. She was still in the same clothes she had on last n...

My wife and I had met an attractive couple bi couple on Yahoo Messenger. They were boyfriend and girlfriend, together for five years, and we all had mutually shared interests. The four of us agreed on a no-pressure date to introduce ourselves better in person. When Friday came to meet, we didn't hear from them all day. We thought they had ghosted us, so the wife and I got dressed and ready for our own date night. Never sk...