We arrive at the hotel and start to unpack. You ask me what we are going to do first. I walk over and gently kiss you on the cheek as I reach around and grab your ass, pulling you close. I whisper in your ear, “Dress for the boardwalk, and I will go pick up the rental Jeep.” As I pull into the parking lot, you are standing there like an angel with a beautiful glow surrounding you. Every guy and some of the girls are eyein...

Chad Stephens picked up the phone and dialed Reina’s extension. When she picked up, he gave her a command. “Reina, Task 7, please,” he said gruffly and hung up without waiting for a reply. Because no reply was needed. Reina was Chad’s Office Whore, and her job was to keep him sexually satisfied at work. Whenever he called, she was required to go to his office and perform whichever task he demanded of her. Reina shivered a...

My name is Nick and I’ve made some mistakes in life. Back in high school, Principal Snider caught me peeking in the girl's locker room. But don’t get me wrong. The mistake wasn’t ogling those perky shirt shakers… The mistake was getting caught! Last summer, my wife Margaret invited her eighteen-year-old niece Lydia, her brother’s daughter, to spend the summer at our house in Florida. I wrote an entire story about that adv...

Chapter Nine Grace hung up the phone after chatting with Brendan O’Sullivan, who was in Paris trying to help straighten out the mess Andre Boivin had created while balancing (or trying to balance) his wife and his mistress. “How’s it going over there?” Mac asked. “Better. It helps that Andre and his wife have decided to try to make the marriage work since his mistress broke things off with him.” “Oh? I wonder what happene...

Clearing the head “What’ll ya have?” the bartender asked. The young redhead moved with grace, her lithe form visible beneath her thin dress. “Mai tai. Please.” Ian straddled the barstool and leaned his arms heavily on the bar. “The classic, huh?” the woman said. Ian shrugged. He wasn’t in the mood for light chit-chat. Fresh off a messy and painful divorce, he’d come to the Bahamas to clear his head. Even a cute, young red...

I was sitting at my desk and failing to complete an essay while listening to my flatmate getting fucked. Whoever made these shoddy student digs obviously hadn't spent much money on them. They were bland and ugly, they froze in the winter, and their walls were very, very thin. When Ash to my left watched TV on her laptop, I could make out the dialogue. When Rose down the hall played her music, I could hear every note of he...

As the weeks passed, Olivia focused on her regular customers at Hot Wife Hotel, with a smattering of new clients here and there. She had turned down several of Darko’s offers for more debauched events. Even though he owned Hot Wife Hotel, she was not required to participate in some of the more decadent activities he provided for his friends and wealthy clients. She had taken a step back when she realized that she was beco...

Chapter Five Grace’s dreams were filled with erotic wonders. Mac’s hands were everywhere, and her body shook with the eruption of multiple orgasms. Part of her could sense this was a dream because where was their baby? It seemed that every time they tried to get something started, he’d need to be fed or changed. The interruptions were expected, but she was a little frustrated that their sex life had yet to return to norma...

Chapter One McKinley Stewart was a successful businessman who’d struggled most of his adult life with relationships and personal issues. Life was a puzzle, and the pieces never seemed to fit quite right, so he’d resigned himself to being happy enough with his growing IT firm and found a string of escorts to fill his sexual needs. That all changed in a New York minute. The past twenty-one months had been a whirlwind of lif...

Chapter One Hundred Four Mac held firm to his promise to make time for Grace during the middle of the day whenever possible during the beginning of her third trimester. On a busy day, they would spend their lunch break in the pool or on the rooftop terrace. When they had more time, their favorite outing was a walk to Central Park for a picnic or to check out the zoo. On one particularly slow day, they took a one-hour ferr...

Chapter One Hundred After an interminably long winter, Spring had finally sprung in New York City, and Grace was thrilled that she could finally walk around outside without Mac’s constant worry that she would slip on the ice. After weeks of insisting that their driver, Randall, take her everywhere, it was lovely to be able to walk a couple of blocks to the park to enjoy the fresh air. Not to say that she minded all of Mac...

Everyone noticed Maureen. She was medium to tall, with a well-rounded butt, C-cup boobs, and flaming red hair that gently flowed over her shoulders and down her back. Although she wasn't flamboyant, Maureen was one of the sexiest women around and she was well aware of it. She wasn't above flaunting it. I knew from friends of hers that she had lost her virginity at a young age. She was known to have several notches on her...

The Resort, Part II My vacation was going very well. Up until the next to last day of my trip, I had been spending my days in the surf or taking in local attractions. My nights were spent drinking and having sex with the naughtiest stepmom-stepdaughter duo anyone had ever seen. As it would turn out, they left abruptly. The text message I received from Colleen said there was a family emergency and they had to get back. It...

Chapter Ninety-Three Miguel Castillo couldn’t remember a time in his life when he’d been truly and thoroughly embarrassed. But all that changed earlier that morning. He hadn’t meant to see what he’d seen, although that wasn’t the worst part. His reaction, or at least his body’s reaction to what he saw, had him feeling a little mortified. Traffic was not as bad as he’d anticipated, and he’d arrived quite early to pick up M...

Am I a bad person for cheating on my wife? I guess it depends on your perspective. Maybe if I tell you the story, you’ll have a little sympathy for this simple blue-collar guy. Some of you may even be a little jealous. My wife, Margaret, and I have been married for eighteen years. That’s long enough for all social taboos to break down within a marriage, which means if you have to fart, you fart. It also means trading roma...