My wife, Diane, and I started embracing more of our bisexual sides. We would often share our fantasies with one another, and that helped us sort through what each of us liked, didn't like, what we'd consider "in bounds" or "out of bounds". We reaffirmed our commitment to each other and vowed to do nothing to jeopardize our marriage. However, when we talked about having bisexual experiences with other couples, the sex was...

Night One Hugo and Camille walked Paul to the door. He grabbed his coat, ready to call it a night. His friends stood in the doorway, still flushed with alcohol and laughter, their eyes glassy. The three of them had polished off a bottle of red wine apiece, an excellent Brouilly Paul had bought at the corner shop before joining the party. Their small group had stayed late; the other guests had left long ago. Paul had trave...

Walking into the house, I was excited to see what Dad and Greg had been up to while I was at the salon. I assumed they would be watching sports or hanging by the pool. Yet, when I walked into the living room, what I saw should have shocked me to my core. Dad was on his knees, taking every inch of Greg's dick deep down his throat. "Yes, Daddy. Take that cock. Can you feel my precum dripping onto your tongue? Your daughter...

Recap: Cody finally wrapped his lips around the tip of his straight gym bro Brad’s cock and let it rest in his mouth, just holding it there, wet and warm. Brad didn’t freak out like Cody thought he might...instead, he just said they’d need to shoot it again because Cody’s face was in the video. Brad started taking pictures while slowly sliding his cock deeper and deeper into Cody’s mouth, each time smoother, wetter, and m...

Part 11: I'm Not Stopping This Time The second the front door clicked shut behind Jake, my phone buzzed again. Dylan: Don’t care if Jake’s in the kitchen. Come downstairs. Now. I stared at the message, heart hammering. He didn’t know Jake had left. He didn’t know we were alone. And if I told him— I swallowed hard, thumbs already moving before I could second-guess it. Me: He’s gone. You’ve got me all to yourself. Three dot...

Ever since I lost my virginity to Bobby Johnson, I have been a very sexual person. I can't say it was because he was a great lover but because he wasn't. It was two pumps and done for sure. It was more of the feeling of being bad and doing something I wasn't supposed to be doing. That was more exciting to me than the actual fuck, I think. That feeling stayed with me and still does. This is why relationship after relations...