Stacia and Brian were lying together in the aftermath of another round of loud, wet sex. As they cuddled and kissed, Brian worked up the nerve to start that conversation that almost all couples have as their relationships grow to the point where they start thinking long-term. "Can I ask you something?" "Of course, anything," she replied. "What's the craziest thing you've ever done, you know, sexually?" he asked. "Oh," she...

It was early Wednesday evening, shortly before I was supposed to show up for my babysitting job at the Henderson’s, and I was getting a little nervous about what I had agreed to last week. Steve was going to game night, and would be bringing Mike back with him for a little after-hours fun for the three of us. I wanted to make sure I was ready to enjoy everything they had planned for me. I lay back on my bed, imagining the...

Mistress Kitten. My sweet Kitten. The very reason I draw breath. The sting across my eye from where she raked me across the face, I want to feel it forever. Because it’s the proof my girl has grown strong, she has freed herself from the cruel chains she was forced to wear. I had shown her how, but removing them was something she had to do. I am so proud, and more scared than I would like to admit. For the first time since...

Susan slumped back against the couch, her chest heaving, her skin flushed and glistening. She let out a soft, breathless laugh, wiping my cum off her cheek with her fingers, before licking them clean. After a marathon sex session with three of the most beautiful women I’ve ever met, Susan took me deep in her throat - something she recently mastered, thanks to some hands-on lessons from Colleen - and then begged me for a f...

In the waning moments of our previous tale, "The Pizza Guy's Wife: Act One," we found ourselves enmeshed in a whirlwind of hedonism: from the water-soaked revelry of a T-shirt contest to the voyeuristic thrill of watching the pizza guy's wife retreat with my husband and their chosen paramours. We had indulged in carnal pleasures in the dim glow of a theatre, both with mouths full of popcorn and cum. Fucked with the rhythm...

Shelly started reading and her eyes grew wider. “I am a very descriptive writer!” she gushed. “You are!” Mark said. “I’m sorry if there are stains on some of the pages, I got a little careless with the lube while I was reading them.” “You masturbated while you read them?” “Of course, so did you when you re-read them last winter. We were reminiscing and you wanted to read them so I got them for you and read them to you. Yo...

When I got back from Boston, I let Justin know. I was his wife when I was home, but when I was on trips, I wasn’t. “I’m your wife when I’m home. That’s when you can ask me about what I’m doing and where I’ve been. When I’m on a trip, I’m not. And like when I was in Boston, I don’t want you asking questions.” I looked at him hard and said, “When I’m away from home, I’m single, and you can imagine what I’m doing, but I’m no...

The ring of Ben’s cell phone mid-afternoon brought him out of his reverie. “Hey, babe! What’s happenin'?” His wife Emma’s soft voice seemed to be extra sexy today for some reason. “Hey, back at ya! I have a huge surprise for you, and I need you to do some stuff. First, you can’t ask any questions until I tell you what I need to tell you. I won’t be telling you that until this evening. Can you do that?” Ben was smiling as...