The evening was nice and uneventful. Cheryl enjoyed the dinner and perhaps enjoyed even more that it was ready just moments after she arrived home. “I could get used to having a house-husband,” she joked. Our conversation stayed light and inconsequential, as though we were both avoiding heavy topics with a mutual but unspoken agreement. Talk of how to understand her budding desires within our marriage had been heavy for b...

"Send him in," Zack Sharpe said from behind his mahogany desk. Being the CEO of one of the largest banks in the area had its perks, but there was never a day without a problem. His employee sheepishly walked in, and Zack motioned him to sit down in the hot seat. Dressed in a tailored power suit, and wearing designer glasses, Zack leaned forward, giving the employee all his attention. "I've been told you're having credit p...

My wife, Tina and I are both in our sixties. We are physically very fit and active. The difference between us is that she is a sexual dynamo and still a total knockout. She has a very athletic body, long legs, nice butt, small hips with a flat stomach. That body is complemented by a set of very large pendulous breasts. Of course at her age, they sag quite a bit. Nevertheless, I catch men staring at them all the time, even...

I had been dating Sarah for almost a year after meeting her at a church retreat. At that time, Sarah was still a senior in college, and I was a couple of years older with a place of my own and a full-time job. She was a petite, shy little thing with shoulder-length blonde hair and small but perky breasts. She had a sheltered upbringing, coming from a close-knit family who were as wholesome as an eighties sitcom. Her big s...

The burlap moneybags called Jimmy’s name in stereo. He squirmed in the driver’s seat of his parked Gremlin, telling himself that he wasn’t a crook while the devil on his left shoulder screamed at him to make like D.B. Cooper and split with the cash. There was more than five grand in the two bags — enough money for Jimmy to start a new life, as Mike had jokingly suggested the previous evening when he’d directed his newest...

It was another day at the St. Margaret’s Academy for Wayward Girls, and having just finished their morning inspection, the twenty or so girls of Mr. Wilson’s eighteen-year-old class slowly let their skirts fall back down into place. Then, with their faces burning bright red from the lingering humiliation, they turned to walk back to their desks. In between the silence of the room and the chatter of their chairs, not a sin...

The men’s room door creaked open. Jimmy hunched forward on the toilet holding his breath. “Jimmy?” Lisa called. “You in here?” “Uh, yeah,” came the reply from inside the locked stall. “Everyone’s looking for you. Where have you been — sitting on your ass pretending to be using the damn bathroom? Or jacking off?” “Um, no, I … I have asthma, Lisa. I just had an attack.” “Oh. Wow. Shit, I’m sorry. You okay?” “Yeah, I am now....

Nick and I didn’t get much notice that we were going to stay with Mum’s school friend ‘Auntie Geraldine’, in her pokey house in a grim little village in Norfolk. She lived there with her daughters Judy, seventeen, and Rebecca, eighteen. We hadn’t been there for ages but we both remembered how dull and old-fashioned everything was, and the only time we ever went out was to church! Mum and Dad were going away with Dad’s wor...

I woke the next morning with the taste in my mouth having become stale. It took a moment for me to identify it, but when it did, I felt that familiar warmth of shame and arousal as I pictured the sight of myself kneeling before him in the darkness. I had awoken before my alarm, so I decided to take advantage of the extra time, and I jumped into the shower before Cheryl. Even with a quick touch-up of the shaving of my cock...

The Elvis clock in Marlene’s basement was broken, so Jimmy had no idea what time it was. Not that he cared. Nicole was “having breakfast” with her macho ex-boyfriend, and nothing else mattered. Breakfast? Jimmy scoffed. He was certain they hadn’t gone to any restaurant — probably a motel, he thought with a snarl, or maybe Mike’s place, which Jimmy figured was probably some fancy swinging bachelor’s pad. The scrawny milkso...

The Sitting Bull Bar & Grill was a sprawling facility on Front Street near Pine, the busiest intersection in Harvest Springs, although Sunday traffic was relatively light and there were only two cars in the tavern lot when Jimmy chugged up in his Gremlin. After checking himself in the rearview mirror and popping a zit on his chin, Jimmy slipped out of his hatchback and pressed toward the bar to start a job he didn’t want....

I worked consciously to control my breathing and to calm my thoughts. I looked at myself in the reflection quickly, trying to convince myself that my face wasn’t immediately given me away. Rational me thought there was no way Cheryl would just guess that I was locked into a chastity cage but that didn’t really stop me from feeling my heart pound. I was afraid of even the most incidental contact with her. I was frustrating...

The new “All In the Family” episode was about to start when President Gerald Ford preempted the Saturday night broadcast with a speech about his plan to fight inflation. Margaret groaned. “Ugh, I don’t want to watch this horseshit.” “Me neither — I hate that baldheaded asshole.” Nicole snapped her fingers at her husband. “See what else is on.” Jimmy clambered from his spot on the floor and flipped the TV to Channel Five,...

The transistor radio blasted the new Captain and Tennille song “Love Will Keep Us Together,” prompting Nicole to sneer at her husband and wonder what was keeping them together. It sure as hell wasn’t love. As she relaxed on a lawn chair in her mother’s backyard, Nicole watched the loser she was married to frantically waving his hand at the black smoke that billowed from the barbecue grill. The annoyed housewife lifted her...