Chapter Three – Passports and Payments  "How the fuck I am going to get my passport and references changed from Christopher Nyland to Candace Pops?" Candi sobbed into the phone.Michelle sat up in bed patiently listening to Candi whine on the other end of the line. Her lover was getting impatient and was rubbing his erect penis against her silk stocking-clad leg. She covered the mouthpiece."If you ladder these sheers; you'...

Candi awoke late the next day with the sun streaming in through the window. For a few seconds, she thought she had dreamt the whole thing. Then she noticed her pillow was stained with lipstick, mascara, and eyeshadow and she smiled. She could still taste Michelle's sweet mouth on hers. She rolled over and tried to catch more sleep but her mind was racing. She had so much to do!First thing was to strip off the lingerie and...

I have decided to tell my story on behalf of any women who find themselves in a similar situation. My husband and I had been married for over twenty years and had a comfortable life. My daughter was married and living abroad and my son was still living at home. My suspicions that all was not well were aroused by my husband's sudden lack of sex drive. He was becoming more remote and there was an increase in late night work...

Sunday Night Dinner consisted of everyone lounging around the kitchen and dining tables, devouring a variety of Chinese and Thai take-out. We were all ravenous after our strenuous exercise! Large amounts of wine and beer were also consumed. When we had all finished eating and were relaxing with our beverages, Melanie got back to business. “Now, as I mentioned earlier today, this evening is going to be about us ladies sati...

Valentine's Day arrived and I was dressing for my date. I’d met Hannah through some friends at the fraternity that I was joining and had promised to take her out. I wasn’t particularly looking forward to it, but the chances were high that I’d be getting lucky — so it wasn’t entirely pointless. Seconds before I walked out the door my phone rang. Sobs echoed down the line as a muffled voice spoke. “Jon, is that you?” a bare...

  Sunday Afternoon Lunch was hamburgers and hotdogs from the barbecue on the back deck, with wine for the ladies and beer for the guys. Yes, I had to get dressed to go out there. It was a cold day, with only three weeks to go until Christmas. While we were eating Melanie informed us, “So, you guys are going to be gangbanging each of us girls in succession this afternoon. That means you are all going to have a lot of time...

Sunday Morning My Sunday morning began abruptly, with me snarling “Ow!” as I was awakened by a stinging slap to my naked butt. Rolling over and looking up, I saw Sue standing next to the bed, naked as the day she was born and grinning like a Cheshire Cat. “Rise and shine, lover,” she greeted me. “The rest of the fornication crew is arriving at ten and they will be expecting breakfast. Guess who's the chef? So let's get mo...

Saturday Evening Supper had been consumed and everybody was sitting back, replete, enjoying a postprandial liqueur. The little witch's three-way had gone very well. We started off with her on her knees, mounted on Pete in the cowgirl position, with me up her ass and Jake in her mouth, but we rotated slots every few minutes because we all wanted a turn in every available orifice. My favourite view was when I was in the ass...

I had to go to London to sign some documents; Dec’s wanted me to drive but I thought it would be better to go by train.  I arrived at Victoria but needed a tube to patch me through to Upminster. The tube train was packed full of hot commuters crammed in like sardines. I could smell the musky aroma of sweat, aftershave and perfume. There was a problem with the signals and it was lurching its way slowly down the line, stopp...

My first birthday after separating from my wife arrived with much less than a bang. She and my daughter were away on vacation and I felt very down. Living in a new place, I had few friends and even less incentive to go out. But I was bored, so I took a walk around my new neighbourhood. I passed pub after pub but none called to me. Resigned to my loneliness I started to head home, deliberately taking a different route. It...

My name is Terry and I have been happily married to my wife Susan for just over twenty years. We have three children, all in their teens. I am fifty-two and my wife is ten years younger than me. We have a very happy marriage but the one thing that has gone sour in the last few years is our sex life. I have to admit my sex drive is not what it used to be, and working very long hours and quite often being away from home mea...

We had gone to a friend's daughter's wedding. Margaret looked stunning in her heels and seamed stockings. Almost as soon as we were at the reception, which was held right next door to where we lived, three young guys in their early twenties came up for a chat. One of them told me I had a hot sexy wife and she looked great in stockings, and they hoped they would get to see more as the evening wore on.  They asked me if she...

Saturday – morning and afternoon I was awoken on Saturday morning by my wife's soft sighs and her warm, sweet breath wafting across my face. I opened my eyes to see her beautiful face only inches from my own. Her eyes were closed, but she was not asleep. She was lying on her side, almost turned over to her face, but one leg was drawn up to her waist and one arm pushing down on the pillow as she strained to push her ass ba...

Worried about Zahra telling my wife what had happened I quickly zipped up and ran back to the kitchen. Zahra was standing there, with a slight smile on her full lips as she talked to my wife about the cooking. 'So why is it so hard?' She said, pointedly staring at me. I realised the outline of my hard cock was still pushing against my trousers and turned away red-faced. My wife was too busy staring at her potatoes, wonder...