“C’mon, Julie, you’re fucking with me?” Gary exclaimed. “I’m really not.” “I don’t believe you…well then, Marc is fucking with you…no way he said that,” Gary insisted. “Gary, I understand your apprehension, but trust me on this: Marc is not only okay with your visit, he suggested it,” I assured my brother. “So, let me get this straight, you told Marc all about us…all the stuff we did as teenagers? And his reaction is to i...

It should come as no surprise; things felt quite different in my household now. After allowing my husband and my teenage lover to simultaneously share my bed, and my charms, the dynamics of my cozy little family had shifted considerably. A few weeks ago, I was living the dream. By day, I was being pleasured regularly by my strikingly handsome and virile sixteen-year-old neighbor and boarder. And, by night, I had my husban...

Marc arrived home around four o’clock, his shirt soaked with sweat from his ten-mile run. He found me relaxing on our back patio, sipping a glass of chardonnay, enjoying the California sunset. He wasted no time before he started prying me with questions.   “So, did you get a hold of your brother?”   “Yes, Gary and I talked for a while. It was good to catch up with him,” I replied, offering no real details. “He said to tel...

My emotions were all over the place… I felt that I had opened up a ‘Pandora’s Box’ with Marc. I had more than just piqued his interest with my tales of my teenage fantasies, and followed by a detailed confession of my adolescent experimentation with my brother. Marc seemed to be obsessed with not only knowing the details of what happened, he seemed to want to actually live through these experiences vicariously. I was conf...

I woke Saturday morning, tired and restless. I did not sleep very well, which following our Friday night fuck fest was quite unusual for me.  Usually, I sleep very well after cumming; and Friday night I had two powerful orgasms. However, I was troubled by how the evening had ended. If you recall, Marc, my long-term partner, had convinced me to reveal the details of my teenage masturbation fantasies to him. These fantasies...

My name is Julie. I am a twenty-five-year-old woman who has been in a serious, committed monogamous relationship for nearly four years. I moved in with Marc, nearly two years ago. We live in Lows Angeles and enjoy a good life together.    We are both professional people, whose careers occupy much of our attention during the week. On the weekends, we really try to dedicate our attention, and our passion, to each other.   O...

Jim’s demeanor was noticeably different. In the weeks following watching Stephen fuck me, as Jim hid in our closet, my husband was more ‘energized’, almost slightly ‘hyper’. Before actually watching these events, Jim enjoyed my verbal retelling of my daily activities with my teenage lover; however, it seemed that his vicarious enjoyment had been somewhat ‘indistinct’, or perhaps ‘surreal’. These verbal descriptions, and t...

Jim and I were lying together, cuddling in our bed, following our wonderful love making session. Jim had cum rather quickly, as I described Stephen’s and my most recent sexual romp in vivid detail. Jim's quick orgasm was fine by me; In fact, I appreciated it. I had already cum twice that afternoon with Stephen, and my sore little pussy was getting ‘over used’ by my sixteen-year-old lover. This afternoon, Stephen had finge...

Stephen, Jim and I fell into a nice routine in the week following Rhonda’s visit. Both my men were well satisfied, and we were all enjoying the excitement of our trysts. I was certainly getting adequate attention, and admiration, from both of my lovers. I was a very happy lady. Stephen believed that he had fallen even more deeply in love with me. He was absolutely smitten with his ‘older woman’. His libido and stamina wer...

The next few weeks were a bit of a blur, but they seemed to fly by. Stephen was obsessed with his new found love and personal sex goddess. He rushed home from school daily to have me before Jim got home. In fact, one afternoon, he skipped basketball practice to get home early. I told him that was not acceptable. I explained quite sternly to him that the reason his parents allowed him to stay with us was to finish the scho...

Stephen remained quiet on the short drive back from the pharmacy, deep in thought.  We arrived home and entered through the backdoor leading to the kitchen.  Stephen clutched the bag holding the condoms tightly, and started to scurry past me, attempting to escape into the solitude of his basement fortress. I knew we needed to clear the air so I decided to 'tee up' the issue. “Stephen, come on back here. Sit down for a sec...

I showered, savoring the warmth of the pulsing jet as I rinsed Stephen’s semen from my face, hair, shoulders and legs. I reflected on the morning. Things had certainly gone much, much further than I had intended. In a matter of moments, I went from some harmless teasing to a physical sexual relationship with my young boarder. And this young boarder was the son of my good friend and neighbor. I was conflicted…Was it even p...

Introduction: I love young men. I love their innocence, their energy, their lust for life. I love how excited they get, and how hard they stay. I love the embarrassment they experience if, and when they cum too quickly and how with the slightest encouragement, they are hard and ready to go again after they cum.   But most of all, I love knowing that they will never forget the intimacy of their encounters with me and that...

Unlike the weeks following my brief tryst with Harris during which I battled constant anxiety, guilt and distractions, I felt very content and satisfied following my evening with Don at his hotel in Midland.   I am not entirely sure why.   Perhaps it was the fact that although I did have two wonderful climaxes with Don, my encounter with him was more emotional and less sexual.  Don’t get me wrong, Harris was caring and re...

Previously: “What are you so distracted and anxious about?” Aaron asked with genuine concern.  “It’s difficult to explain.   My mind keeps going back again and again to that night.   I can’t seem to stop thinking about it.   I can’t concentrate at work.   I come out of a meeting at the office and I can’t remember a single thing that was said.   I sit at my desk for hours just recalling what we did…what I did,” I admitted....