The Sunday morning sun was already warm, spilling over the balcony railing and painting the hotel room in hues of gold and soft white. Rob and Jess sat in comfortable silence, the city slowly waking up below them. The remnants of croissants and the rich aroma of coffee filled the air, a domestic scene that stood in stark, beautiful contrast to the raw, primal energy that had possessed the room the night before. They had m...

Heather and I had been together for about five years and married for two. She was 45, blonde, and at 5’10” and 140 pounds, she was aptly described as statuesque. Her long, thin, well-defined legs, 34DD breasts, and gorgeous face resulted in men turning to stare at her wherever we went. We had discussed, over and over again, my desire to have her have sex with another man. I, being a dozen years older than her, with a dad...

I heard the door creak open with a soft, ominous click. The cool evening air carried the faint scent of city rain and something far more intoxicating. Moira's perfume mixed with the raw, musky aroma of sweat and sex. I knelt in the dimly lit living room, the plush carpet fibers pressing into my knees, my heart pounding like a drum in my chest. My cock strained futilely against the unyielding steel bars of my chastity cage...

Matt and Julie sat across from each other in the soft light of their dining room, the clinking of forks and knives the only sound filling the space. The aftermath of their wild weekend lingered between them, an unspoken current neither had yet dared to address. Matt studied his chicken pancetta with more focus than it deserved, while Julie’s gaze flickered between her wineglass and the window, searching for words somewher...

Chapter 1 Hank's pants hit the floor, and for a moment I couldn't look at him. Instead, my eyes snapped back to Patricia - already naked and comfortable, reclining in our bed. My wife, who brought us here. She was half lying there, smiling like this is just another Friday night. And I can't help but think, and not for the first time: How the hell did I get here? The truth is, I'd been carrying this secret for years. Every...

It had been several years since Danny, my husband's coworker, had been invited over to watch me masturbate, only to end up fucking me and giving me a large load of his cum down my throat. Read "Temptations of a Christian Wife" for the full story, followed by the fantasy. As I had done in my previous true stories, after succumbing to the lust for sex with another man and losing myself to the intense pleasures, I couldn't h...

The morning light filtering through the hotel curtains was softer, gentler than the raw energy that had consumed the room the night before. Jess and Rob lay tangled in the sheets, their bodies sated and their minds buzzing with the new, thrilling reality of their arrangement. The sex they’d shared after Patrick left had been incandescent, a desperate, loving reaffirmation that burned brighter than any encounter in recent...

“I thought they were coming next week,” Rachel said, her voice laced with confusion. “I must have mixed up the dates. Sorry.” “Who’s coming?” She inquired, her curiosity piqued. “My poker buddies—Matt, Frank, and Cole,” Jeff responded casually. “What time are they arriving?” “Kickoff is at 1 o’clock, so they’ll be here between noon and 1.” “Jeff! It’s only 10:30! How am I supposed to whip the house into shape by lunchtime...

Looking back, that night five years ago marked the electrifying spark that ignited our journey into hotwifing. A world of shared desires, jealous thrills, and unquenchable lust that has defined our marriage ever since. Kevin and I, Moira, were still in that honeymoon phase of experimentation, dipping our toes into fantasies we'd whispered about in the dark. Nothing had crossed into reality until Jake unwittingly became ou...