Saturday, August 15, 2015 The boys returned to college earlier this week, leaving Jim and me as 'empty nesters' once again. Don't get me wrong, I love having the boys home, but their presence does limit some of Jim's and my less conventional activities. In fact, I was forced to be a very good girl since the boys arrived home in mid-May. I was more than ready to misbehave. It was Saturday afternoon, and Jim invited me back...

Introduction Oh what a difference two months can make! A little over six weeks ago, I was a shy, normal forty two year old housewife and mother of two living a comfortable life in Barcelona, Spain. I had never had intercourse with anyone other than my husband, Oscar. We had a good, albeit somewhat boring, marriage. I was not sexually satisfied, but I never thought about it much. Sex just wasn't a huge priority in my life....

My first afternoon at the Spice Resort was eventful. The Spice Resort is a couples lifestyle resort located in the Canary Islands. It was our first visit to a lifestyles resort of any kind. While drinking pina coladas and sunbathing naked by the pool, Oscar and I met a very attractive couple from the states, Richard and Dori. Richard was a handsome black man, in his late twenties or early thirties. Dori was a tall statues...

As you know from my first five chapters, my name is Irene. I am a forty-two year old mother of two living a comfortable life in Barcelona, Spain. Until very recently, I had never been intimate with any man other than my husband. But on a Friday night several weeks ago, that all changed. To celebrate Oscar's birthday, my husband dressed me in a very revealing outfit and took me across town to the Hotel Vela in Barcelona. H...

Chapter 4: Johan fucks me while my husband watches and masturbates My young Norwegian lover had just driven me to a series of gut wrenching orgasms as he sucked on my clitoris and fingered my wet and dilated pussy. While Johan was forcing the most powerful orgasms of my life upon me, my husband sat in the corner, quietly watching this gorgeous and very sexy young man pleasure his wife. I lay there panting, my breasts stil...

Recap: As you know from my first four chapters, my name is Irene. I am a forty-two year old mother of two living a comfortable life in Barcelona, Spain. Until very recently, I had never been intimate with any man other than my husband. But Friday night, that all changed. To celebrate Oscar's birthday, my husband dressed me in a very revealing outfit and took me across town to the Hotel Vela in Barcelona. He escorted me to...

The recap: My life was changing at a frightening pace. Thirty hours ago, I was a shy, prim and proper housewife. In all honesty, I was a bit on the prudish side. I had never had a multiple orgasm. In fact, I seldom achieved orgasm during sex with my husband. My manner of dress and demeanor were conservative, and my husband, Oscar, was the only man with whom I had been intimate. Well technically, the part about only having...

Friday morning I woke up early Friday morning. My mind immediately raced to the events of the previous night. Oscar had bought me a very revealing outfit for his birthday. The outfit consisted of a beige silk blouse that was very sheer, a brown wrap-around skirt that had a slit in the front that reached nearly to my crotch, and a pair of brown, high-heel pumps. When modeling the outfit for my husband, he revealed his desi...

About us: My name is Irene. I am a rather typical wife and mother, living in Barcelona, Spain with my husband Oscar and our two daughters. Objectively speaking, I am attractive and look considerably younger than my forty-two years of age. I am five-foot three inches tall with large brown eyes, and reddish-brown hair that comes to my shoulders. I have maintained a shapely figure that still can turn a few heads on the stree...

I had been dating Don for about six months when he invited me to accompany his sons and him on a ski vacation to Steam Boat Springs, Colorado. I had not skied since college but the opportunity to get to know Don's boys better was too appealing to pass up. Don is thirty seven years old and an executive with an engineering firm in Denver. He is affluent, intelligent, educated, attractive and charming. Most women would agree...

In Chapters 1 through 3: After receiving news that my father had a stroke, my stepson and I were placed in the unusual and uncomfortable situation of sharing a hotel room on the trip to see my father. On the first night, the only hotel we could with a vacancy, only had rooms with one king sized bed. There were no rooms with two beds available. Bryan and I were forced to share a bed. In a moment of incredible weakness, and...

"Mom, do you think we can take a trip and go some place where nobody knows us? You know, where we could actually go on a date?" I smiled at the thought. "Robert, you are so cute," I said as I felt my pulse quicken at the very notion of traveling as a couple with my stepson. "I think I would like that. Let me see what I can do. I have four days off over the fourth of July. Maybe we could go someplace then." I started an in...

We arrived at the lodge a few minutes before three o'clock. The lodge had a wonderfully romantic feel to it. The lobby had beautiful exposed wooden beams and a huge stone fireplace. The back wall was a series of large windows which provided a wonderful panoramic view of the Adirondack Mountains. I checked us in while Robert unloaded the car and put up the convertible top.  I unlocked the door to our room and Robert placed...

We hit the road early the next morning. I was anxious to get to Memphis for my date night with my stepson. Bryan and I both realized, this would be a rare opportunity for us to act as lovers in public, not just a proper stepmother and stepson. We arrived at the hotel a little before four o'clock in the afternoon and checked into our room. "Okay, lover boy, what are your plans for tonight? Where do you want to take me? And...

Bryan and I made it to Albuquerque two days before my dad passed away peacefully. We remained for the funeral and the family gatherings that followed. Those days remain a blur in my memory. Clearly, between my father's passing, the funeral and the family interactions, there were no opportunities for Bryan and me to be intimate; not that I wanted to be intimate under these circumstances. The slight respite gave me some tim...