It had taken months after my wife, Kate, returned from abroad for me to work up the courage to take her back to our favorite Mexican restaurant. Ever since that weekend with Bethany, I had been making up excuses to try to avoid going. At that time, I had brought up the idea of a hall pass in the hopes that she'd agree to the concept. I was a wreck when we entered. My wife picked up on it immediately and noted that I was s...
Every family has one. The wild child that thinks the rules are for everyone else. The one that pushes boundaries to their breaking point, and beyond. Our pastor's family was no different. In their case, it was their oldest, Ginger. A hellion, if ever there was one. I happened to see over her shoulder while she was texting at church one Sunday. From its contents, I knew that she was no angel. I also overheard some of the i...
Sal's wasn't that busy when we got there. The lunch rush had yet to start, and as usual, Brain walked right past the hostess and went straight to the buffet line. He filled his plate while Mary and I waited to be seated. The waitresses all knew us because we were there so often, and it was Brian's favorite place to eat. It had the best pizza and the largest buffet in town. The hostess sat us in a booth near the back of th...
My round bum clung to my leggings for just a moment, mostly because I was so sweaty. Then they spilled down past my knees to the floor. My pussy tingled. I hoped he was watching… Since I could remember I loved to take my clothes off. Not just being naked, but the whole go of stripping. Sometimes quick, sometimes sensual and slow- it was just something I enjoyed doing. Perhaps it was leading up to this moment, this time in...
Most people wouldn't think of a weekend in a midwestern city as a weekend in paradise, but I wouldn't describe this weekend of lustful adventure any other way. Lisa told me I passed my audition; she was ready for more and would like to include her significant other, Joe. After discussing our mutual fantasies, we all agreed that a bisexual MMF romp with Lisa, Joe, and me, would be just what we all needed. I hadn't met Joe...
It’s lounge lizard time. Just lying back, relaxing—end of a long, tough week. Fingers lazily tracing breasts and throat and lips. Contented, calm, peaceful moments. Your thoughts are still attuned to work as you start to wind down after another hard, but very rewarding day. You finally closed on the Dickenson house. Just over $1.1 million net and Rudy closed the sale of that new apartment building across town as well. The...
CHAPTER THREE. Our clientele grows. The very next day, we are delivered two letters. One is from Lord Thomas, the other (sealed with a wax seal and clearly marked 'Private and Confidential') is from his wife, Lady Emma; both letters are delivered by their footman. We read them together. It seems that Lord Thomas is highly delighted with his wife's immediate change of demeanour and believes that our treatments are clearly...
James was 32 and had some spare time around his office work schedule to get himself into shape, so he joined the local gym to start working out. His first day there was a Thursday morning, and the place was not busy at all. The only other guy there was a personal trainer named Bill, and James hired him on the spot to help him get into shape. Bill was 38 years old, 6'2" short blonde hair and muscular. The two men agreed on...
As we departed Laughlin, I asked Lynn an educational question. "Have you ever been to the Grand Canyon? I have a free pass, and it is a short drive. The reservations for Sedona are guaranteed, and we can enjoy Mother Nature." Lynn responded, "No, I have never been to the Grand Canyon and would like to visit. It would be fun." "Since that's the case, we must go shoe shopping," I said. "Great, I love to shop for shoes." Lyn...
Lynn and I were determined to make the long-distance relationship work. When Lynn returned home, she texted me that she had arrived safely and missed our closeness. We started communicating every other day. Lynn was busy with her family, and I worked long hours at the Break Room. Our correspondence was beginning to slacken off and become less frequent. We couldn't keep the long-distance relationship at the level we both w...
The first night of our married life was not spent in the comfort of a hotel bedroom enjoying the divine sensual pleasure of exploring the many ways two bodies could interact to ascend to repeated summits of ineffable rapture. That would come later in many different guises, either together, or in bacchanalian rites of orgasmic delight with a small circle of intimate friends. We were booked on a late evening flight from Gat...
As planned, Anna had called me (somewhat nervously) when her final wedding date was settled, some three or four weeks after our first encounter online. It was a rather strange experience to speak directly with her now, after what had happened before, when her friends had acted as intermediaries in every way. I didn't feel that I knew her at all and I'm sure she felt the same. I think it had probably taken some courage (an...
After last night's fuck fest, June and I slept late. Both of us needed to rest and recoup. We decided on brunch. We went to a little cafe in the village owned by an American ex-pat. The place had an eclectic menu featuring Costa Rican and American dishes. We scanned the menu and ordered a Costa Rican pizza. It was a pizza crust topped with chicken, pork, and shrimp. The sauce was a cross between a mole' and red pizza sauc...
Deciding to be naughty, I chose a special gift for him: red lingerie that ribboned around my breasts and skimmed just over my labia. In my haste to put it on, I ripped it. Not to be discouraged, I inserted a butt plug before slipping into a red-black corset and silky panties. When Sir entered the bedroom and found me waiting on my hands and knees, he immediately pulled down my panties. My glistening arousal eagerly welcom...
A. The Prologue. 1. Simon's Backstory. I am driving back to my old home town, where I have been invited to a party. In fact it is a 'wake' for an old Irish friend, named Finnegan; I know he would have wanted us all to have a great party in his honour. I hadn't seen him for a very long time, so I was really on the edge of his circle of friends, but having been invited, I felt obliged to go. As I drove, I thought back to th...
