This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person living, or dead is purely coincidental.Later that day we sat at the table talking about the events of the past evening. The phone rang. It was Dave on the phone. He wanted me to go out with him on Friday and he wanted me to dress sexy.. I had been with Dave only one time; it was at my anniversary party. My wife arranged everything. She invited her friend Kim and her...

“The clock cannot be right. Oh, my God. What time…, wait it’s fucking Saturday. Saturday! I’m so messed up, what when wrong?” The fleshly and over-sexed 23 year old whispered in her head. A faint and feeble flavor of crotch and cum stuck in her throat like the seasoning of a Christmas goose. The taste vivid on her dry lips; the memory muted by the rounds of rum. Tricia Saratopia, an attractive and confident deli clerk fro...

Rob and Sara had always enjoyed a great sex life. They had fun with every part of the Karma Sutra, sometimes twice. They had made home movies, even wife swapped with other couples when they were away on holidays. But Sara wanted try sex with a woman, without Rob there to begin with. She was afraid of letting the other girl down, and what happened if the other girl only wanted Rob?Rob knew she wanted to try a girl, age was...

August kicked in like gangbusters. My business went crazy during the first weeks of the month. I was editing and revising my novel by day and driving rich drunks around at night. After my experience with Wayne, I decided to concentrate on working as much as I could and concentrating only on the front seat of the car. I worked and I found myself with five or six jobs a week averaging about three-fifty a night. I was making...

This is a story about a thrity year old fantasy coming true. It happened when I was on holiday with my wife, Debbie, and another couple, Liz and Mark. We were on a Greek Island called Kefalonia, and this is about the excellent service provided by a well-built nineteen year old waiter called Jim...... Debbie and I have been married for over twenty-five years, and I am the only sexual partner she has ever had. I have fantas...

This is a true story from two weeks ago, though I have changed the names of some of those involved, you will understand why.As a HGV driver, I do not get home very often during the week as I am usually away in different parts of the country. I do not normally see my wife between Monday morning and Friday evening.My wife had an Ann Summers party booked on Saturday and her friends and our neighbors were all invited to atten...

Chapter 1 Most Christmases have their own memories, the things that made each one special. This last one did as well, though not in any way that Lynn and I had expected. It all started the March before with a friend of my wife's, who was a nurse. Erica and Lynn had been friends since they were about twelve and both went to the same college and nursing school. Growing up, they both had basically the same dreams of being a...

This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person, or incident is strictly coincidental. My Wife's Cross dressing Fantasy 3 Then my wife looked at me and said “Happy anniversary darling.” How did she know the effect this experience would have on me. I was changed forever. It was such a wonderful experience. She deserved that I come up with something just as exciting for her, but what? I thought and thought, but I c...

The smell of breakfast came wafting up from the kitchen. Andre slowly became aware of his surroundings and moved Allie into him to kiss her. After the energy that was spent last night, they were both famished. He could hear the sound of their friends’ voices coming from downstairs and with all of the culinary smells that filled their bedroom, they made a concerted effort to get out of bed to join the others downstairs. As...

It is 1809 and Napoleon is soon to marry Marie-Louise of Austria. The French are at war with Britain and Portugal. In a sleepy outpost in the Indian Ocean 2,000 kilometers off the south east coast of Africa the French-Creole inhabitants of what the Arab sailors called “Dina Arobi”, the Portugese called “Cirne” and the French now called “Ile de France” had established their own version of paradise. Turbulent times were ahe...

[Note: This is part short story and part therapy session. The events here are certainly fictionalized to a great degree, but they are based on a very real life experience - one that I am not entirely proud to announce is mine. As I was saying to a Lush friend yesterday, sometimes when I reminisce about past sexual exploits it's to unpack things about myself that I'm not so sure about. Never fear, though, dear reader. Your...

We were on the bed preparing to fuck. Debbie was on all fours, her beautiful arse should have been stimulation sufficient to arm me with a rod of steel. She was pampering my aching balls and gave my unwilling pecker an encouraging touch now and then, hoping as I hoped, for some stiff action. But all to no avail. It was me that gave up in the end and I huddled on the edge of the bed, beaten in my spirits like a schoolboy w...

I was watching from the sitting room window when they arrived shortly after two o’clock that Saturday afternoon. I had put our car away and closed the garage door so they had room to park on our drive. They came in a Volkswagen Polo, about seven years old. He held the door politely while she climbed out. Laura, watching beside me, said, “They look nice enough. Ordinary people.” “That’s what they said on the phone. I’ll go...

“I have a proposal for you, babe.” I glanced up from my laptop, the internet open to LushStories, with what must have been a hopeful look on my face, judging from her amused chuckle. I was chatting with a dear friend, teasing him, more properly, as I usually did with my sexual exploits which always made him somewhat uncomfortable. “Does it involve me being naked?” I mumbled, my toes curling slightly, unaware of the way my...