Fun fact: I've written this one only a day apart from 'Mirror, Mirror' which is the complete opposite of this story. I always find it shocking how my mind can swing from one extreme to the other. Certain people in my life are really lucky that sometimes writing is my only outlet. To J. - till we meet again. I wait for him by the heavy, carefully closed curtains, furthest away from the door where he enters. His otherwise c...

1:45 Friday night, no, Saturday morning. I’m sitting in my living room reading, soft jazz on the stereo. It’s warm here in Silicon Valley in the last week of August. Front door is open, letting in whatever breeze the bay has to cool things down a bit. I look up as the light from a car flashes over the open door. The sound of an older BMW SUV pulling into my drive. Moana is home. Moana loves to dance. Me? Not so much. Her...

I was reviewing where we were in our sexual adventure. It seemed to me that in a couple of months, Sally and I had progressed a long way. Firstly, there was the simple fact that Sally wanted to meet guys in a social way. Then we had the slutty clothes being brought. Then going to bars, allowing Sally to be touched up and check out the bloke's cock. After that, the quick jump to dancing and being fingered to orgasm moved o...

On the first day in her new job, Sally texted me shortly after I got to work. She explained that she would like to get together at lunchtime as the job involved a uniform to wear and she needed to offload some clothes as she had not brought her gym bag with her. I was a bit surprised because Sally had never done anything like this before. We arranged to meet at a Starbucks somewhere close to her office and I got there fir...

After the dancefloor incident, our sex life which I thought was already at the top of its game, moved up another notch. Sally has added the ‘I’m a worthless slut’ persona to the list of our bedroom games, and I’m a total sucker for it. This allows us to carry out a game where I find her cheating with a guy, and after taking her home, she allows me to dominate her into providing a full range of sexual services. She gives m...

For the next month or so after our shower was fixed, we had sex every day and twice or three times on weekends. Sally was constantly talking about the fantasy visit from the plumber and the story changed a little more each time. Before the week was out, she and not Tina was the one who stripped off to check it was working properly. With all the sex I was getting from my now very horny wife, I wasn’t looking deeply at why...

Jess had made another friend. She was an acquaintance of Alexis at Art School and had joined them on some of their shopping trips. Apparently, they had really hit it off. I had yet to meet her new friend but Jess was talking about her incessantly. All I heard about for weeks was Luna this, Luna that and then Luna did or said this or that. Enough already! It was obvious that this girl had made quite the impression on my gi...

Following the events that preceded JT's move to another state, my wife and I went through a somewhat quiet period in terms of the hotwife lifestyle. Part of this was due to the Christmas and New Year's holidays and everything that went along with that, and part was due to it being a busy time for the kids as well. It was during this time that I had tried to get my wife interested in George, who was now managing the gym he...

My phone buzzed. The notification was a text from my wife, who was away on business again. I opened the screen. I tapped the message and it opened to a text that said, NSFW. It was followed by the three typing dots. My heart started to race. My phone buzzed again and a photo appeared. The photo was of my wife, but it was not a typical photo a wife would send. This photo was of her face, tits, and hair covered in cum with...