Shortly after arriving home from work and changing into my comfy cotton pants and t-shirt, I hear the unmistakable sound of the garage door opening. He’s home! A minute later, the garage closes and I hear the inner door clunk shut. I meet him in the living room as he sets his computer bag and phone down. While we share some small talk, he re-iterates his desire to lie down to rest for a few minutes before dinner, as he ha...

We rose from the couch and kissed, passionately. She was good at it; well, so am I. She immediately reached into my sleep shorts and started groping my swelling cock. I gently pulled her hand away, saying, "There's time for that, my dear. The good thing about making love. versus just having sex, is that there's always time to play, to build the excitement and the intimacy. We can learn about each other. And from each othe...

The door was locked shut behind me. By the flickering light of the fireplace, I beheld my roommate. She spoke. "I will be your slave for the night. Use me in any way you wish. My name is Callista, which means 'most beautiful' in Spanish." Well, I thought, this was going to be an interesting night, as my host had sealed me into these guest quarters at his mansion. Bars on the windows, only one door; apparently, I was in pl...

I woke to the sound of water running. A shower. Mid-morning sunlight shone through the window and onto the empty spot in my bed. Bonnie had woken before me; odd for a Saturday, but not entirely unexpected. She crashed almost as soon as we got home, while I lay awake thinking about her immediate slumber. That, and a slew of other indicators that made me wonder how solid my marriage was. It’s not that I suspected Bonnie of...

Ross Creek flowed quietly into a natural pool. The only sound was a steady murmur of water dropping over a slight rise, creating a miniature waterfall. A gentle breeze stirred the tree branches and vegetation around the creek. Jill dropped her pack and watched the waterfall. This was not her first visit to the placid scene, but it was her first in a long time. She glanced around, listening and watching for any sign that s...

Naked or not? Should I put something on or go naked? I couldn’t decide. It was almost noon on the second day of our two-week vacation at Club Hinaloa (not its real name) on the beautiful island of Moorea in French Polynesia. I was looking forward to a relaxing day naked on the beach, working on my all-over tan. I was speaking on the phone with Emy, the resort’s beautiful and ultra-sexy co-manager. Her call was about to ch...

“Long time no hear… to what do I owe the pleasure,” Jason asked with surprise in his voice. Laura laughed. “Pleasure, hey? I was just thinking about you and wondering what you are up to these days.” “A bit of this and a bit of that,” he answered before telling her where he was. “I’ve heard of that place – the cuckold capital of Florida isn’t it?” Jason laughed. “Well, I wouldn’t say it’s the capital, but a lot of cuckoldi...

Jason was relaxing on Haulover Beach in Florida when his mobile rang. He was in the company of Jackie and Rob, a young American couple he had met a few days earlier. It was a popular adult resort for couples to meet single guys for fun and they were on their third visit in eighteen months. Hard-working New Yorkers with two children; they needed their breaks together to reconnect and forget work and family. Jacki also like...

“You fucking lied!” I curse him as soon as I open the door to my backyard. Panties and tee piled on the floor behind me, I have longed to let the warm Spring sun tan the Winter white out of my tits and tush. Alas, stiff wind whips raindrops cascading from the low gray sky. I slam the door and flop onto the couch. “Fucking liar!” Scowling at the website’s image of him on my phone. Still a dreamy smile, though. Armando Arro...