“It was good of my parents to take our two children to Alton Towers. They will be able to see all the Christmas decorations there,” John remarked as he came up behind Janet, his blonde, playful wife, whom he often called JJ. She was looking out the kitchen window at their well-kept back garden, which, in the summer months, was a kaleidoscope of colours. But now, in the run-up to Christmas, it was nothing more than a misma...

“I will. Maybe you want to bring the car nearer the rear of the tree so you can see us better, but whatever you think you see, do stay in the car. Hugh is nervous enough as it is, and as I have mentioned, I want to go all the way with him.” “Short of fucking.” “Yes, John, short of fucking.” With that, as she waited, her husband moved his car. Due to the street light, it was brighter at the rear of the tree than expected,...

THE DRIVE The road out of town was half asleep, the late evening air dense and heavy with summer heat. Her perfume lingered in the car long after she’d applied it, heavier than usual — something floral, faintly sweet, the kind that clung to the tongue as much as the nose. We didn’t speak much; there was no need. The silence between us had shape and meaning by now. She sat beside me, the hem of her dress sliding higher wit...

John knew that it was time to share one more piece of information. He didn't know whether his wife would like it, be worried about it, or simply want to go home—game over! “What do you mean, Hugh is going to pop over?” Janet asked, alarmed… She then added a little sharply, “Explain!” “Okay,” John replied, his hands coming up defensively. “When I mentioned to Mark about the Bushel Pub, he told me that a couple of years ago...

My Favorite Gift To Give As the end of the day approaches, I tell my wife I would like her to relax in a bath before I give her a massage. "I would really like that after the day I've had," Tabitha responds, still with stress in her voice. "It always feels so good and relaxing when you massage me." Finally done with the chores from our busy family and getting all the little ones tucked into bed, we head into our master su...

It started like any other Saturday. My husband Jim and I were enjoying a lazy morning, sipping coffee and catching up on the news, when the phone buzzed. It was a call from an unknown number. My husband answered, and it was John, a man we had met a few months back at a local swingers' club. He was a friendly, unassuming fellow, always quick with a joke and a flirtatious wink. The call was brief but intriguing: "Hey, you t...

Donna Maria Carluciano sat in her favorite chair looking into the corner of the room. She was a well-respected and fearless woman who grew up in the Carluciano crime family. Her father, the Don was a well-loved man with an iron fist and controlled all the crime businesses from uptown down to the slums. They lived in the penthouse of one of their high-rises, which housed a shopping mall on the lower level, offices in the m...

“So, you want to take a nap?” my wife asks with a lascivious grin on her face. It is Saturday afternoon, and we have been lounging around, enjoying our day off. I smile back, her erect nipples beneath her t-shirt signaling her arousal. She never wears a bra at home. “Of course, my darling!” I reply, taking her in my arms and already beginning to feel a stirring in my groin. We kiss, the tip of her tongue just brushing my...

It started in front of the mirror, as it usually does. Me, fussing with the corset I’d squeezed into, and Alex pacing behind me, looking like he was getting ready to be dragged to his own execution. He always got like this before parties. “Breathe, Alex,” I said, smoothing the hem of my skirt. The thing was scandalously short, a black and red number that screamed ‘pirate wench’ but in a way that I quite liked. There was a...

The next day, Jim was about to go out for his morning jog when Debbie called to him from Tiffany’s room. “Come in here, honey. There’s something you need to see.” Debbie handed him a pair of their daughter’s panties. The crotch was soaked with cum. “Looks like Colin and Tiffany had a good time last night,” he said, trying to make light of it. “It’s not funny, Jim,” Debbie chided. “She’s our daughter. She may be on the pil...