My wife and I discovered swinging (aka lifestyle) relatively late in our marriage. We were introduced to it by our neighbours Janet and Philip. Strictly speaking, it was Janet who first took my wife Susie in hand, during a shared showering session at the local golf club. Within a week, we had invited our neighbours round for a boozy barbecue in our secluded garden and were soon enthusiastically swapping partners.One Satur...

Deep in the dark woods, something stirred. I knew instantly that I was growing a lovely erection.Although it was only early November, my wife had requisitioned our kitchen to start her Christmas food preparations. The mincemeat was half made (I sneaked a tot of brandy as I passed through); the Christmas cake mix sat in a huge bowl on the table where I like to read the weekend newspapers; and a noisy electric mixer was pul...

Sir Desmond Anstruther MC (Baronet) tapped the silver ferule of his walking stick irritably on the marble mosaic floor of the Wanderers Club in London's Pall Mall. He scowled at the elderly porter behind the mahogany reception desk. "My cab?" It wasn't so much an inquiry as a military-style reprimand.Noakes, the club's Head Porter, looked up nervously from his ledger and gave a discreet cough, masking it with the cuff of...

Schoolboys have such a vivid imagination when it comes to sex. My most lasting cinematic memory, from days of afternoon truancy to the local cinema, is hunky Burt Lancaster and demure Deborah Kerr, cavorting on the water's edge in From Here to Eternity. ("Nobody ever kissed me the way you did.")In our boarding school's dormitory, we would endlessly discuss what happened next when, for propriety's sake, the Hays Office dem...

There was a huge difference in their ages, but that didn't seem to bother either of them. Molly was twenty one and straight out of university, whilst bookish Nick was in his sixties, though he was secretive (even to her) about exactly which part of the sixties he was currently in.Up to now it had been a platonic friendship, albeit laced with overt flirting on both sides. They had even talked about going on holiday togethe...

"The nurse will see you now."I got up and hobbled out of the over-heated waiting room, with its dog-eared magazines., down a corridor and into a brightly lit consulting room. Everything was white, including the neatly pressed uniform of the pretty, blonde practice nurse, seated at her desk."Come and sit down Mr Tremlett. Now what seems to be the trouble?" She picked up a pen and placed a clipboard on her lap.I rubbed the...

I never really knew my father.I had only just turned seven when Mum and Dad split up. He'd told her one night that he was going to set up home with his secretary (the usual scenario: middle-aged man trades in spouse for a younger, sportier model). Mum was devastated and grappled with acute depression for months, but managed to hold down her job, as a senior supervisor at our local supermarket. It was really her tenacity w...

I had been polishing my skateboard on the front porch when my best friend Stevie came by on his mountain bike. He had just finished his paper round. I was gingerly positioning an image of the Cuban flag across the base of the board."Fancy riding downtown? There's something I want to show you in Jake's deli.""Sure, as soon as I've finished this transfer."I fetched my bike from the garage and called out to tell Mom I was go...

I stood on the courthouse steps, fighting back the tears. My pathetic attorney faced me, still wearing his black gown, clutching a huge pile of court papers.I had just endured a torrid five-hour divorce hearing, in which a wholly-unsympathetic panel had denied me custody of my child and awarded me a derisory alimony. My 'crime', it would seem, was a one-night stand with a guy I'd met in a singles bar. I say 'one night', b...

"Is this cab taken?" Languorously, she lifted her green mascara-clad eyelids and gave a half-smile. "'Fraid so."I'd left the party in the local wine bar and decided to get home before I passed out. I was feeling pretty squiffy. Two taxis cruised by with their engaged signs on. It began to spit with rain. I looked through the back window of the parked cab. The interior light was on. The passenger had now closed her eyes ag...

Subway, Metro, Tube: all are urban transit systems (mostly underground) which you can encounter in New York, Paris or London. Most of the time they are crowded. And in summer, they are usually stifflingly hot.Tina and her Russian partner Tamsin had been living together for a year in Stepney, one of the few 'un-gentrified' quarters left in central London. Litter blew in the streets and the pervading aroma outside their sha...

I've been around the block a few times, I don't mind admitting.The name 'escort' has got pretty besmirched of late, thanks to all the new East European teenage 'scrubbers'; and 'courtesan' is a word that most punters can't get their heads around, let alone pronounce (I'm thinking here of the Russian oligarchs). So I regard myself simply as a high class lady for hire. And that's what it says on the gilt-edged visiting card...

Professor Maurice Kershaw waited patiently on the cold railway platform of Gare d'Austerlitz in Paris. It was shortly before 8.00 p.m. and he was anxious to gain the warmth of his reserved sleeper compartment on the overnight train to Madrid. He spotted the gaggle of four uniformed sleeper car stewards pass through the ticket barrier. They peeled off to open up their respective carriages and within five minutes Maurice ha...

"Come and sit down please, Melanie? I shan't keep you a moment.""Yes, Miss Abrahams."Melanie dutifully took a seat in front of the Deputy Headmistresses's huge mahogany desk. The middle-aged spinster, head bowed, continued to study a sheaf of documents in front of her. Melanie decided it was just bluff, designed to unnerve her.Finally, the woman slipped the papers into a plastic wallet, which she stored in the lower drawe...

"Oh dear! Did we have a little accident in the night, then?"Heavily-accented and in her best admonishing tone, the pretty young Scottish nurse looked down at the semen stain on Michael's bed sheet."Err... wet dream, nurse."She took a step back and looked ascance at the muscular 36-year-old, her hands planted on her hips. "At your age, Mr Reynolds? I hardly think so; nocturnal emissions are usually experienced by adolescen...