Many years ago, my husband and I went to swingers' clubs, but we had a problem. We kept trying to find the perfect couple where the guy was to my liking and his woman was to my husband's liking, but sadly that was rarely possible. If I liked the guy, the woman was distasteful to him, and vice versa. I did "Take one for the team" once, which was a horrible experience that just made me want to wash afterward. Some examples...

My Dearest Shane, It's when the melancholy and longing for what could have been get the best of me that I go to the drawer. I know right where to find the plastic bag with my hand without searching. Far in the back of the bottom drawer of my dresser on the right, that's where it lives. I've done it a hundred times in the five years since that night in the hotel in Washington, D.C. It's a ritual that I repeat more frequent...

Previously: Ingrid turned to me, “You lied to me. How do I know that anything you say now is true? How do I know you have the kind of money necessary to pull this off?” “How about I prove to you that I have the money, and promise to tell you most – not all – of what’s happened to me, and why I had to do things this way. Will you take the job?” She stared at me, then nodded. “Probably,” was all she said. I nodded, “Then ho...

My sexual explosion surprised me. I was 31 years old. I had slept with (more precisely, made love to, had intercourse with, fucked) one woman – my wife of seven years (and girlfriend of seven before) and done little more than heavy petting with a couple of others. I was painfully shy and afraid of rejection (a fear which I now realize I carried into my marriage when it came to asking for anything out of the norm sexually)...

One Saturday night, the four of us went to a local hotel to celebrate Sue's and Paul's birthdays. Linda and I had planned this as a surprise to them for several weeks prior. Linda and I made all the arrangements, and they didn't suspect anything until we pulled into the hotel's driveway. We got there about 5:00 PM, checked in, went down to the bar for a few drinks, and had dinner at the restaurant. By the time we finished...

DISCLAIMER – Our vacation trip to a resort on the French Polynesian Island of Moorea in which we encountered a Championship Australian Rules Football team (that had periodic late-night card games) is true. However, the names applied to members of that team (both players and coaches) in this, or any other story written by us are fictitious. Any unintentional resemblance to the actual names of team members at the resort dur...

“ULTRA HOT VINTAGE PORNO SHORTS FROM THE 20’S TO THE 70’S” advertised the DVD case. The text is superimposed over a black-and-white image of a woman lying on her stomach. She looks to be holding a phone in one hand, but it might also be her hair against her neck. She’s lying down in kind of a relaxed seal-stretch, such that her breasts are visible hanging down. There’s no other way to describe them than ‘hanging down’. I...

This exciting experience happened on a Sunday night a few weeks after our last fuck session together. At about 9:00 pm that night, Linda called Sue and asked if she wanted to come over and see some pictures from a wedding we had attended a few weeks before. Sue said, "Sure," and told me she was going to Linda's for an hour or so. I was watching a football game then and didn't feel like moving, so I didn't go with her, not...