It wasn't planned. Maybe that's what made it so delicious, so unforgettable. I could have been in the VIP room, getting coked up like the rest of us, or watching you from the loggias like I usually did. I could have joined you behind the decks as I've done on rare occasions; it would be a lie to say I didn't enjoy all the guessing and envious, 'who the fuck is that chick' stares. Of course, we had to be careful with that....

We got out of the shower. We didn’t hurry to dry one another. Beth knew I had missed her and every way a man could miss his woman. She was showing how much she missed her man. Beth is a sensual woman. She can be just as wanting as I am with her. The shower only raised her arousal. “You know how I taste and what you do to me, and I know how you taste and what I can do to you. I think it’s only fair.” Beth looked down at my...

Since Heather was the loser in the game, and had to do whatever Mark and I wanted, she asked, “Ok, what do you want me to do?” Mark took a couple of steps back from the chair she was sitting in, got down on all fours with his ass pointing towards her, looked back, smiled, and said, “You can start by eating Dan's cum from my ass like a good girl.” Heather didn't even hesitate, she got on her knees behind him, spread his as...

I sat at my desk on Monday morning, and I couldn’t help but daydream as I eagerly awaited Linda’s text. Despite the dirty and satisfying sex-filled weekend I had with my wife, I found myself desperately desiring Linda. We usually avoided texts over the weekend and evenings to maintain discretion. Still, I longed for Linda; my lust had only grown more potent, and it left me in a perplexed state of arousal. I couldn’t help...

As we travelled to Club o-X-o our conversation was uncertain. We couldn’t help but wonder why Brenda wanted us to visit a club with a female minder, and why Donna had to dress like she had. All I could say to Karen was Brenda was educating me about her adult world; and the opportunities that came with being sexual with other women. “Maybe she was trying to shock us, or see how we react,” I suggested. “Well, I am going to...

This is a rhetorical question. What does a man do when he learns he enjoys knowing his wife is fucking other men? Yes, that’s a difficult question for most men to answer. A few men end up learning the answer; not everyone learns the same lesson. I learned my answer, but my journey isn’t common. Partially accidental, partially because of Cheryl, and partially because of my stupidity. I made a promise to Cheryl during a mas...

Sergei told me I was to be a hostess at a small party. But it turned out to have almost a hundred guests. Even though his Moscow penthouse was enormous, there were people everywhere. Many of the guests were young and there was an abundance of attractive Russian women who all looked like supermodels. One of Sergei’s Russian girlfriends had dressed me the way he liked. It was very much at odds with the modest attire I had g...

I walked into our bedroom. Jess, my wife sitting on the bed. Beside her were some of her sexy lacy underthings, items I had been wearing in secrecy. “Please don’t lie to me,” she said. “You have been dressing like a girl, using my clothes, haven’t you?” My heart was pounding. What could I say, the truth? “I just like to feel the silk and lace against my body. Girls get to wear great feeling clothes and guys really don’t,...

It was yet another of the group’s usual parties. Twenty or so couples, mostly aged mid-to-late thirties. Too much booze, too much cleavage, too many wankers (stockbrokers, merchant bankers, lawyers). Too much chat about hedge funds, Ferraris, expensive holidays, and golf. Declan was an academic. He lectured in modern European literature at the university. His flighty wife Prue, a high-powered financial journalist, had dis...