Beth finished making sandwiches and put them on the kitchen table in front of James and Peter. While she’d been preparing them, she’d thought about what was happening. This man who was really still a boy, had become the man of the house. He had completely dominated her husband and she was in thrall to him. Tonight he’d fucked her like she’d never been fucked before, and she’d loved it. Now he was going to fuck her again a...

James woke early the next morning with his usual hard, early-morning erection. He thought back over the events of the previous evening and felt his cock jerk as he remembered surging through June’s hymen to ejaculate deep inside her. Then he remembered that Peter, Beth’s husband, had asked him to call. He decided he would do so later. Today was a Sunday and he had to go to church as he was still singing in the choir. He a...

Having my hands bound above my head, I lay naked on my side of the bed with my pussy swollen and hungry with my hands bound. Despite the fact that you were still clothed, as you pulled me towards you and touched my smooth, wet pussy, you began kissing my thighs and slowly circling my clit with your tongue as you slowly moved inward as you held my legs open, wondering whether or not you would use a spreader bar or tie my l...

It's difficult to argue with someone when they have your wrists gripped behind your back and nose pressed to their bedroom window. My breath snorts. Fogs a perfect circle that momentarily obscures the idyllic, manicured lawns of suburbia below. Driveways. Sprinklers. White picket fences. And rows of American sycamores providing dappled shade. As he tightens his hold and pushes me against the unforgiving glass, my breasts...

Sharp ropes bite into my wrists with every involuntary squirm of my body. The stiff back of the chair that my hands are tied behind pushes at my straining biceps. Every muscle in my body is tensed. Aflame with the constant pressure of being kept on the edge of coming. The harsh glare from the single bulb in your bleak basement casts shadows in 360° with us at the centre. You’re kneeling between my outstretched legs, held...

Neelam immediately regretted making the hotel bar their designated meeting place. Unused to fucking behind Bhavik’s back, she had been thinking about convenience when she had suggested meeting there, whereas she should have thought as a cheating wife would. Why choose a place close to home where she or Jason might easily be recognised? The bar was bright, open plan, and virtually empty, so, in her beautiful Indian attire,...

“Oh my God, Emma! I can’t believe it!” “Neelam! Oh my God! What are you doing here? Do you work at the bank now?” The two old friends hugged enthusiastically. “Yes. I run Global Retail Asia. I’ve been based here in Canary Wharf for the past eleven years. What about you? I thought you were still in Vietnam.” “Oh God, no! I came back when I met Jason - that’s him over there. He works for the bank too, but it seems he’s not...

After resting for ten minutes or so, the heady scent of sex, sweat and lust that filled the air suddenly became a bit too much for them. While he would have loved to enjoy the delights that these two women would have willingly provided him, he was, sadly, human, and not as young as he would have liked. Leaning down he kissed both of them passionately. First Anika simply because she was closest to him, taking the opportuni...