Working away one Friday morning, I felt a presence behind me. I checked my mirror. To my surprise, Henry was taking a quick look down my low-cut top. I had worn a very sexy bra that day. It was a sheer demi that showed the tops of my nipples. Bill had instructed me to wear this one as it was one of his favorites. He was planning on having me stay after work to help him with a "project." Henry didn't linger long; he moved...

Mark Before I met Sam, I thought my cheating days were behind me. Although I still look back on my first affair with my coworker Monica as one of the most fun parts of my life, it was also stressful. The lying and sneaking around became harder and harder to keep up with until I couldn’t. Inevitably, my wife Heather discovered our texts, including some racy pictures, which I’d forgotten to delete. I wasn’t sure we’d be abl...

“How did you get to his place?” “He picked me up from work, and we drove to his country house.” “He gave me a tour of his house and garden and then took me into the kitchen to share a light lunch. The lunch he served me was great, a nice salad with vegetables from his garden and a glass of cold Chardonnay. Before we sat down to eat, he kissed me long and deep. He brought his hands up to cup my breasts, and I could feel th...

I had been dating Sarah for almost a year after meeting her at a church retreat. At that time, Sarah was still a senior in college, and I was a couple of years older with a place of my own and a full-time job. She was a petite, shy little thing with shoulder-length blonde hair and small but perky breasts. She had a sheltered upbringing, coming from a close-knit family who were as wholesome as an eighties sitcom. Her big s...

Everyone wants to be near her. I don’t blame them because I do too. My wife Marisa, at forty-six years old, is still the hottest woman in the room. We have these neighborhood get-togethers a couple of times a year. It’s an opportunity to get just a little dressed up and spend some time away from kids and jobs and the other worries of living. Have a drink or two, some potluck nosh, and catch up with what everyone has been...

The first of October had been the longest day of Sara’s life. She’d awoken early, bathed, dressed, and gone out to cast her first vote. Her parents had told her, “We know this is important to you. But stay out of trouble. Please, for us.” It was the day that the provincial government of Catalonia held an unauthorized referendum on independence from Spain, and she’d been in the thick of the action. They’d peppered her with...

From behind, I felt my son’s hands on my breasts. I was in the kitchen making dinner, just chopping an onion and almost done with that. He cupped my boobs, then pinched my nipples, not hard. I felt his stiff cock push against my ass. I was dressed, blouse and shorts, but I couldn’t tell what he was wearing. We’d done this before – not often, maybe a dozen times. My son was sixteen years old. His hands felt nice. Not as go...

The burlap moneybags called Jimmy’s name in stereo. He squirmed in the driver’s seat of his parked Gremlin, telling himself that he wasn’t a crook while the devil on his left shoulder screamed at him to make like D.B. Cooper and split with the cash. There was more than five grand in the two bags — enough money for Jimmy to start a new life, as Mike had jokingly suggested the previous evening when he’d directed his newest...