Jason waited as Sandra got ready for the firm's monthly client event. He enjoyed meeting people and often brought in clients, which helped Sandra look good to her boss. Even though he wasn't paid for his work, he put on a suit for her and liked being by her side. Sandra always looked great and caught people's attention. But Jason was still reeling from what had happened just hours earlier. He couldn’t deny it anymore: he...

I’d just witnessed my wife fucked to pieces by a three-man train and I had ejaculated to it per my nurse’s request. I didn’t know how I felt in that moment except that I needed to get out of there. I made my way out of the observation room into the labyrinth of hallways and elevators that constituted the guts of our local MWHR HQ. I couldn’t find my way out until a little roller bot appeared and told me to follow it to th...

I’d tried everything I could think of. Backgammon. Yahtzee. Mouse Trap. Stratego. Candy Land. The Uncle Wiggily Board Game. The Mad Magazine Card Game. Air hockey. Bubble hockey. Sega NHL ’94—she picked the Yzerman/Fedorov Red Wings because of Cameron Frye’s jersey, and you can guess how that went. How hard was it to find one thing I could beat her at, and finally get to fuck her up the ass?  ⚪  One spring day, I discove...

TUESDAY She had texted Iselin that last day at the cabin after finding her note with her number, replying, "Delighted to find your lovely note, thank you. Safe home, beautiful girl. Love, Eira ❤️." She saved her number in her phone under "Fjellrype" (ptarmigan) with a small bird emoji, but she hadn't contacted her; some things needed time to process. Her mobile vibrated as she arranged fresh flowers from bunches and Olive...

The clock blinked 2:17 a.m., and I was nowhere close to falling asleep. At 23, I didn’t have anyone to keep me company tonight, just me sprawled out on my bed in an oversized T-shirt and nothing else, feeling the cool sheets under my bare thighs. The silence of the house wrapped around me, and I let out a sigh, my fingers trailing absentmindedly over the hem of my shirt, pulling it down to cover the smooth skin of my legs...

So how many married men haven’t slyly smelt the gusset of their wife’s silky panties and inhaled the sweet, intimate, musky fragrance of her vagina lingering there? It is a small step from doing that to slipping into her worn panties and masturbating; all care being taken not to spurt into the silk and lace. To be detected would be a disaster. You would stop yourself short of completing the pleasure. And is that where it...

“So. About that dinner?” Maggie asked, reminding him of his earlier offer. “I’d love to, Miss Maggie! What would you like? I’ll take you anywhere!” he offered enthusiastically. “Jon, I really enjoyed you calling me Miss Maggie while you were my naughty boy, but when we’re not playing, just call me Maggie, okay?” she said, presenting her request with a kiss. “Okay … Maggie! I still can’t believe it actually happened!” “I w...

It is every woman’s romantic dream, at least in England, to live in a country cottage with roses round the door and an old-fashioned country garden with its informal mixture of flowers, herbs, and vegetables densely packed into a small space. In a country where most people now live in towns or cities, many in drearily uniform suburban estates, I have often wondered if the English passion for gardening is partly an attempt...

We’ve been married for nineteen wonderful years. Our beautiful daughter graduated from high school with honors and is now comfortably settled in her college dorm room. Even after all these years, James is still so caring and attentive to me. I love him now, just as much as the first time I saw him in a shared class during our senior year in college. We dated throughout our last year of school before marrying a year after...