Chapter 33 Grace woke to the glorious feeling of Mac’s finger skimming seductively over her skin, tracing a line along her silhouette. “Mmm,” she purred teasingly, “someone must be needy.” His hand dipped between her thighs as a single digit discovered her sweet nectar already pooling. “I’d say that someone might be you, my darling. You’re drenching my fingers, and I’ve barely touched you.” “On the contrary, I’m certain t...

My wife and I just had our first threesome with another man. (Chapter 1 and, I'm sorry, it's a long read) It was a great experience, but not exactly what I expected. The man we met, Chris, took on a dominant role, over my wife and me! It was still fun and fabulous, but I didn't think dominant or submissive roles would be part of it. Nonetheless, it was the first time in over fifteen years that Gwen and I had indulged in s...

Chapter 29 Lorraine Stewart was seething inside. She refused to believe that her daughter, Aislyn, would attempt to take her own life. Having her son, McKinley, and his redheaded whore agreeing with the doctor only pissed her off more. However, when a couple of detectives from the New York Police Department arrived to question her, it pushed her right over the edge. Grace returned from the hospital cafeteria with coffee f...

The morning sun eased into the dark night like a yolk river of light, spilling from the horizon where the darkness ran to hide. Still lying in bed, our bed, the hazy dimness of night became a ghost, as that yolk light seeped inside, brightening the glass window on the east wall. I looked at my husband. He always looked the most beautiful, illuminated by the sunrise. The naked of his skin vulnerable and unashamed next to m...

Chapter Twenty-Five Mac’s day started out spectacularly. After being woken up by his wife’s mouth devouring his cock, he and Grace managed to sneak in some delicious morning sex before the kids woke up, a rare treat these days. The vision of her long, red hair flowing and her voluptuous tits bouncing as she rode him was still fresh in his mind. He was fortunate to have found a woman who enjoyed sex as much as he did, espe...

Dear Mistress Kat, I’m a married man in my fifties who is trying to spice things up in my sex life, and I need some ideas on how to do it right. I want to do something special, like take my wife on a weekend away somewhere. I should let you know that she was brought up to think sex was dirty and that good girls don’t like it. With some help from a therapist, she has learned to lighten up a little and allow herself to enjo...

“I’m sorry I was an asshole.” “It’s okay; I love you.” “Thank you for forgiving me; you’re the best wife!” “Not really. But I wouldn't say no if it would ease your conscience to provide me with dessert in bed.” “Dessert? You mean sex, not ice cream, right?” I laughed, rolling onto my back, letting my legs fall open. “Nailed it in one.” “Oh, I plan to nail you, but more than just once.” True to his word, I came several tim...

As I lay there, my body humming with arousal, Sam was busy planting soft, wet kisses along my inner thighs. It was slow, agonizing, delicious torture. My pussy ached to be touched, but it was clear that Sam was hell-bent on taking his time. It was hard to blame him. After several clandestine meetings for a quick bang or a rushed suck and fuck, it was nice to be lying back on a bed with my legs spread for him, letting him...