“If you don’t like it we don’t have to see them again,” my husband insisted for the umpteenth time.We were lying in bed after a pleasant but somewhat unsatisfying Sunday evening lovemaking session.“We’re doing well but we can’t take it for granted,” he continued. “You said yourself that you were ready to try something a bit edgier, didn’t you? You agreed we could do with a breath of fresh air in our sex life, didn’t you?”...

When my husband and I were dating, he was the most loving man.  He was so pleasant and always complimented me and made me feel so wonderful.  We dated for a year and really got to know each other before we married.He wanted us to explore our sexuality when we dated.  I knew that we’d marry, so I agreed for him to take my virginity.  He made sure my first time was very loving and wonderful.  After that, he wanted sex more...

It was late Monday afternoon when I felt the bump of the aeroplane’s wheels landing on the concrete runway of Geneva airport. It was late afternoon but when I had come home from Tony’s after our last ever fuck and booted up my laptop it was the only flight I could find that would get me there the following day.My husband Pete would have been at the conference since Friday evening; nearly three full days would have elapsed...

A life filled with lots of loveFriends and family all aroundMeeting you was arranged up aboveOur home is filled with happy soundsBeing in love with your best friendVows and commitments obeyedMan and wife until the endNobody has ever strayedSmiles shared every dayJokes only you both knowWorking out problems many waysMeeting so many years agoSetting goals togetherSometimes not happy timesMany interesting adventuresOur life...

I stared at my reflection in the mirror on Saturday night as I carefully put the final touches to my make-up and fastened my necklace and bracelet in place.To my relief the hickeys Darren had given me were already beginning to fade. The overdose of concealer I had applied had done a good enough job, at least for the most obvious mark and the two dark patches above my collar bone were hidden by the high collar of the dress...

My second day of freedom started a little more promisingly than the first, but only a little. I had enjoyed more sleep than the night before: the cold had woken me only once, forcing me to slide under the duvet and I had passed the night in relative calm. But as the alarm clock beeped alongside my head and I opened my eyes, the reality of the situation rushed in on me again.I was alone in the silent house. My husband Pete...

I stood at the window, still wearing my over-tight gym clothes, watching my husband Pete’s Porsche pass out of the driveway, turn right and disappear towards the hospital where he worked. The large wooden gates swung slowly but firmly closed behind him; a menacing metaphor for the way my future looked right then.Insisting that we needed time apart to consider our relationship, my husband of over twenty years had just walk...

“So would you be prepared to help me Penny? To help us?”I was sitting in the bar of the gym club that my husband Peter and I belonged to, having a post-spinning-class glass of wine – okay a second glass of wine with my friend Julie.Julie was a close family friend, the blonde, petite, china-doll-pretty, butter-wouldn’t-melt-in-her-mouth estranged wife of my regular lover, Tony.Tony had left over a year ago because at the t...

It was a Monday in early February and it was England so of course, it was raining.I sat at my desk in my office and watched rivers of cold water run down the clouded glass of the window as I ate my lunch without enthusiasm. In an attempt to maintain my new, slimmer figure for my lover the ‘New Me’ had dispensed with sandwiches and cafeteria food so instead, I was tucking as best I could into a pre-made salad guaranteed to...

The room was filled with an eerie light that Sunday morning as I sat on a stool in the kitchen, my laptop open on the table in front of me, the house surrounded by a snowy white blanket.It was mid-January, two weeks into the New Year, and, unusually for England, we were having a proper winter. Well used to grey skies and constant drizzle throughout the winter months, we English aren’t used to cold, snowy weather so the re...

“Well?” asked Lou as I joined her in the far corner table of an anonymous branch of a national coffee house chain. “What’s the latest on your young admirer?”It was two days since my gorgeous teenage stepson Richie had groped and fondled me in our kitchen after the two of us had been for a run - the ‘kitchen incident’ as I now thought of it. Richie and I hadn’t said a word to each other about what had happened and seemed t...

I wasn’t a virgin when I met Colin, the man who went on to be my husband but I might as well have been. My sex life up till then had been sparse, to say the least. At twenty-five, the number of sex partners in my life could be counted on one hand and still have room for the number of orgasms I had experienced.My mother always said I was far too picky. That might have been true but my rather chubby body hadn’t attracted a...