Although we were in a five-star hotel, the honeymoon suite was still only set up for a couple, and I was willing to bet it had never hosted a masturbation group before. I immediately spotted the only two chairs. ‘Right, Fiona and I are having these. Sorry, boys, but you’re on the floor.’ I felt I should stop calling them boys as they were now all in their twenties, yet men or lads didn’t feel right either. ‘How’s that fai...

Three months had passed. Three full months. After that salacious week of sending my son selfies, knowing he would jerk off to them, and sinfully touching myself to videos of him doing exactly that, everything suddenly stopped. I had tried to continue what we started, but he wouldn't even reply to my messages and photos until after school, and even then it was mostly a casual acknowledgment. Don't get me wrong; Omri was st...

Roger, who works in the drawing office of the same company where I work, was twenty-nine, and fifteen years younger than me when this event took place. He had offered to pay me to spend a night with him in a hotel. I had accepted, after he agreed to pay me £1000. He had given me half the money up front, and I had shown my appreciation by treating him to a blow job in my car on a Friday evening.Back at work on Monday, Roge...

I had always had a fascination for T.Girls and Tranny's, and after having had a brief encounter with Susan, a T. Girl, who had bought a house in the street where I lived, it became a bit of an obsession. I knew that there would soon be another chance to get together with Susan, but I decided to look online for other possible contacts. I found a free, contact website for T.Girls and male admirers that had hundreds of membe...

I boarded the train in Bridgeport, Connecticut, sat down in my seat and sent a text to Naomi to let her know I was en route to Manhattan. As I settled into my seat a feeling of bliss washed over me. Excited to be heading back to the city. Excited to do some solitary reading on the train ride. Excited for the rendezvous with Naomi. My wife Jane and I moved from the city up to Bridgeport a couple of years ago. For the typic...

“I was wondering when you were going to come back looking for me,” she said with a sly smile spread across her face. I had just walked from the living room to the bedroom to see what was taking my wife so long. Upon opening the door, I found her sitting on the edge of the bed with her legs crossed. “It’s about time, too! I was getting impatient waiting for you.” She rose to her feet and let me take her in fully. My wife i...

This event occurred when I was thirty-five and had been married to my second husband, John, for eight years. Sex had become a rare occurrence between my husband and me, and his only sexual demand in almost two months had been for me to suck him off in bed on a Sunday morning while he read The Sunday Sport. I was working part-time in an office in an engineering company where John was employed as a site manager. He had a ve...

"Joe, I'm a bit nervous about this," I whispered to Joe as we walked out of the bar. "I mean, we just met these guys today." Joe wrapped his arm around my waist and squeezed gently. "Don't worry, lover. I'll be here to protect you if things get out of hand. But honestly, weren't you turned on by Jake when you saw him? I saw that lust for him in your eyes." Joe was right. I did have flashes of sexual feelings when this blo...

The hub of my wheelchair scraped the windowsill as I looked down to the driveway. Bathed in the illumination of the streetlight, my wife leaned across the BMW’s console, her hand jacking the eight-inch black cock of her new boss. I somehow sensed he must be close to the point of no return. He coiled all ten fingers in her red curls, forcefully pulling her face toward his meat. I watched as she parted her lips, allowing hi...