I knelt on the blanket my husband had spread out for me moments earlier. We were deep in the woods of a rural property we owned, and while I could have picked a more convenient location, this was the setting in which I wanted to act out my fantasy. Richard stood behind me, blindfold in hand. I caught one last glimpse of the late afternoon light trying to make its way through the trees before the blindfold's thick black fa...

Though my mouth felt parched, my palms were clammy as I made my way toward Mr. Carr's office. The scenario about to unfold seemed too surreal even for a dream. Yet it was happening. His door was open, just as he'd said it would be. Light spilled out onto the hallway carpet, and as I approached, I heard his low voice. Then I heard Isla's, even softer. The offices all around us on this floor of the building were deserted. I...

Sweat dripped down my brow as Amy and I fucked. Our louse of a landlord had promised to replace our air conditioner unit but never seemed to find the time. Now my wife and I were forced to fuck in a bedroom that could double as a sauna. Amy had already cum, but despite being turned on beyond words, I was struggling to finish. "Talk dirty to me. Tell me about one of your fantasies," I begged. With a glint in her eyes, Amy...

This story happened quite a few years ago, back when Dawn and I had only two children and virtually no experience playing with other people. We had done a threesome with my nephew Mike back when we were dating (this story is on my Patreon), and Dawn had dallied a little, but that was pretty much it. At the beginning of this story, Dawn was not quite twenty-two years old, and I was twenty-four. Our oldest child was a girl,...

I was raised with extremely religious parents, so when I got married at 20, not only had I never been with a guy before, my idea of "pushing boundaries" in the bedroom was leaving the lights on. I didn't expect anything other than missionary sex once, maybe twice, a week, and I was satisfied with that. At least that's what I told myself. However, hubby had a much kinkier and experimental side that I didn't know anything a...

The next week, we lost even worse than before—our worst loss of the season. John bowed out at halftime—yet another hamstring injury. He watched the remainder of the game from the sidelines, unable to leave since we had carpooled to the game. “Carpooling” with John meant we had to drive every week, as he was too cheap to put gas in his car or pay the $1.00 parking fee. Jane didn’t seem to mind, but week after week, it irke...

"Man, my hamstring is killing me," said John with a grimace, rocking back on the chair and grasping his knee to his chest. I ignored him and poured more wine into Jane's glass. John seemed to injure some part of himself every damn week after soccer. He never rested or went for physical therapy, seeming to prefer complaining instead. We had lost yet again. I was frustrated beyond belief. "That sucks, where does it hurt?" J...

Nearly one month after our first night, we learned that our dear mother, Jessica, got pregnant. The news caused strange emotions for all of us. The father of the child was unknown since we had been fucking her like crazy in that one month and we both creamed her womb countless times. It wasn't that big of an issue since we were identical twins. And the child would be our sibling at worst because we had the same mother. Th...

They watched me with a silly look as I savored Lucas' load. The salty taste felt like an amazing meal because of the situation we were in. The semen from my partners was always like a prize for me. I made them feel good. I brought them to orgasm and they rewarded me with their sticky fluid. You always have to care for your lover's pleasure as much as you care for yours. I'm glad this was a default thing for me because I e...

My name is Logan, and my twin is Lucas. We were twenty years old at that time. I don't know if it is the same with all twins but we were inseparable. We would tell everything to each other. If something happened in our life, the other was the first person to know. And I must say that we were undeniably handsome. Considering our fit bodies besides our faces, thanks to workout sessions, we were basically living a Casanova l...

Julienne, a stunning twenty-seven-year-old blonde with curves that could make a god weep, had always been a bit of an adventurer. She craved excitement and novelty, and nothing quite did the trick like a good old-fashioned one-night stand with a stranger. And so it was on this particular Friday evening, as Julienne stood at the bar of an exclusive downtown lounge, a sleek glass of Chardonnay in her hand and a smirk playin...