I busied myself with quietly tidying the house as Cara and Tim engaged with each other in a postcoital haze. It was darkening when Tim appeared, stretching noisily as he returned to the dining room, where I sat quietly reading. “Tim, put some clothes on please,” I said. He grinned at me. “Is that what you really want, B?” he said, a noticeable semi developing between his legs. “While Cara is asleep in bed, yes,” I said. “...

Shanica Lopez saunters into the office, her stiletto heels echoing through the quiet corridor. She's dressed to kill, or so it seems to Mr. Singh, who's sitting at his desk, his eyes glued to the computer screen. The door clicks shut behind her, and she struts over, her translucent black tube dress clinging to every curve of her new body. Mr. Singh's eyes dart up, his heart racing as he takes in the sight before him. It's...

Introduction – Call Me Mrs. Leffe Maybe you know me from Sexlog, under the profile casalleffe2019. Maybe you've already seen me bent over, on all fours, or sucking five cocks in that video that went viral in Brazilian porn groups. Maybe you've cum watching my little asshole opening up on webcam. Or maybe you've actually fucked me, holding my waist, ramming it in hard, stretching my ass while I moaned like an obedient litt...

[Note: this story picks up immediately from Part 2] Chris led me into the marital bedroom she shared with my son. I removed the lingerie set she was wearing, but left her heels on. We were both naked and I pulled her to my body and my rigid cock pressed into her growing belly. Our tongues played and she sucked my tongue into her mouth. “Daddy,” Chris said, “I need you to please me. I haven’t been touched in a long while....

Saturday morning nine o'clock, the phone woke me up with a text from Paul, my assistant in work. Hey B, Heather and I are heading down your way. Fancy lunch at the Gerry Arms? Lunch yes, the Gerry Arms, no, I hate that dump. Where then? it's a lovely day to eat al fresco. Come to mine, my garden is alive with food. I'll invite Barry next door, he's down for the week. Cool. Two o'clock ok? Yes, perfect. I’ll bring the wine...

To keep our relationship fresh we always take weekends away where we don’t talk to anyone. We only enjoy and rediscover each other sexually. This particular weekend wound up being an experience that changed us both. We have been doing this for years. Some things have become predictable but in a good way. There is always excitement in the house on the day of the trip. For instance, getting together the suitcase that is ful...

First off, I’m sorry for not updating you all on these events sooner. Things have been really crazy over the past few months. But here is an an update on what has transpired between Illana, Mike, and me. Since I already went over all the details in the last installment, I’ll just jump right in. A couple of weeks had gone by since that night I secretly sucked off Mike. Illana, however, never brought it up. That left me con...

"Debbie, I had a meeting on Friday with, as it transpired, an old friend of yours who informed me she has been your bestie ever since your school days, Jenny Hammond," David said to me. We were doing as we do, spending a romantic Saturday morning, which usually means fucking for England until we went out for our traditional pub lunch. We had been trying new positions for hours, and, of course, our latest favourite, David,...

It was not a dark and stormy night when these events began. In fact, it was a glorious, warm-for-January day, and Grant and Sam were discussing their golf game over a glass of beer. “How did you shoot today, Grant?” Sam asked. “Not well, Sam. I’m out of practice. I need to take lessons. “The golf pro here helped me. See what he can do for you. Here’s his card. Give him a try.” As Grant put the business card in his wallet,...

In the 90s, when I was twenty-seven and married for seven years, my first husband and I entered the swinger lifestyle. We were swingers for about two years and members of two swinger clubs. While in the swinger lifestyle, I was involved in orgies and was consensually gang-banged more than once. While I am no longer in that lifestyle for many years and have no desire to go back, I admit it was exciting, fun, and sexually f...

After that night, I didn't again profess my love for Gabe, but those words had their own resonance, filling silences like the sound of our breathing. Despite Gabe's warning that we should be realistic about the future of our relationship, he kept me close, either at his side or with calls and texts. As weeks passed, I realized I didn't need to give voice to my feelings, for he understood them well. I only wished I could b...

Our team was terrible, but we went anyway—more for the mischief afterward than the game itself. As expected, the post-game foolery began. Eggs, toilet paper, shaving cream—classic tools of suburban chaos. I got an egg from a friend and scoped out a group of upperclassmen. One of them spotted me and smirked. “Don’t even think about it,” he warned. So, naturally, I did. I launched the egg. It narrowly missed, and a couple o...