For years, I had been in a great marriage with my husband and two kids. I had everything I wanted and needed, at least from an outside perspective. What nobody seemed to notice was that I was often lonely with my husband consumed by his job and my kids involved in a variety of extracurricular activities. There was nobody I could complain to, I had it better than most, and didn't want to seem ungrateful. More than the lone...

We talk over a glass of wine in my hotel suite. The tension in her body betrays her raw nerves. Her hands tremble slightly as she brings the glass to her lips. I give her time, and space, to move through this emotion. This isn’t her first time, our first time. I know that under her silky dress a lace thong covers a freshly shaved mound with a delicate landing strip. That is how I marked her the last time, sending her home...

They showered and dressed. Samuel handed her belongings back and she dressed. She did not want to put her rings back on, but at his request, she did so. “You want your friends to know that you are fucking a married white woman, and you are,” she said holding out her hand to him. “I suppose that you will want to show me off to them when my belly starts to swell?” She could tell from the look on his face that he did. She al...

Susan stood to her feet when Samuel came back into the room ten minutes later. She was nervous. She had been wondering what she had let herself in for – a whole weekend with Samuel, subject to his sexual desires. She really didn’t know all that much about him; she knew that so far, she had enjoyed the best sex of her life with him, but what else was he capable of. “Ready for me then?” she asked with a slight quake in her...

Jake was apprehensive when Anne greeted them to show them to their table. “I’ve reserved one in the corner for you,” she told them. He noticed the glint in her eye and a faint smile. Jake wondered if her panties were wet from their encounter earlier. As they sat down, she told them about the specials of the day, and the soup of the day, and then handed them their menus. “Did you have nice day shopping?” she said to Jenny....

They went back downstairs fifteen minutes later. He had watched her touch up her make-up, thinking about the sex between them. He had helped her re-make the bed, watched her get back into her knickers and put her tights back on. “My feet feel so much better,” she had said to him, “Thank you.” Jake smiled. ‘Was that a thank you for the sex as well?’ he wondered. As she opened the door to the public entrance she turned and...

In between gasps, groans, and sighs, from Jake’s manipulation of her feet and lower legs, Anne gave him a potted history about herself. She took over the Inn from her parents at the age of twenty. They had her later in life, her mum was thirty-nine when she gave birth to her, and her dad was forty-three. It was the only life she knew, a life which she had spent at the Inn, apart from a couple of years at college in Nottin...

I secretly lusted after our married friend Rose, Since the short skirt she wore one Easter - That I honestly couldn't help seeing up - Under the table sitting across from us. Her skirt was too short and legs too thin - to hide the pink panties she was wearing. I did my best not to look in her direction, but her panties outplayed my discretion. I was the only one in the line of fire, No witnesses to the spark of my desire....

Sex was quick, but very satisfying. “I’m enjoying the fringe benefits,” Jake told her as he held her white, cotton, panties for her to step into. Kirsty was pulling her trousers up when an older couple walked past the shelter. There was a look of shock on the woman’s face, but the man smiled, Jake winked at him. With their rucksacks back on, Jake took her hand, and they began their return route. His thoughts turned to the...

A wrinkle within a wrinkle, during a trip to Denver, Colorado. And a friend I met in high school, in Trig, and then calculus, Invited me to stay, on my way, with her and husband. I accepted the invitation, as any oblivious fool would. After she and her husband retired upstairs to their bedroom - she re-emerged later, down her stairs - her shirt see-through. She had a crush on me back then, I acted unaware of it - but the...

Anna looked at her reflection in the mirror once more to satisfy herself with her appearance. She was angry and embarrassed at having spent over an hour wearing a see-through dress. She had no idea that her new cotton, lemon smock-dress, was so revealing. She had walked about her garden among the small gathering of guests serving food and refreshments in a near-naked state. She had noticed that members of the male gatheri...

My marriage wasn’t over, but it was only a matter of time. My husband, a doctor, was quite a bit older than me. At the time we were married, I was quietly thrilled at the scandal that it had caused in our small town. But as time passed, we drifted apart, and our sex life was quite simply nonexistent. At age forty-four, I had no time to waste. So I resolved not the let what was left of my marriage get in the way of my long...