Both couples had separate agendas the next day—Nolan and Rebecca explored the city outside the resort, while Guy and Meagan hit the spa for massages. It was unspoken recovery time after the previous day's activities, as their bodies recuperated and prepared for more. By evening, they reconvened for dinner at the main restaurant, the air thick with the scent of salt and grilled seafood. As the entrées were carried away and...

Gina arrived on time, wearing a light coat and three-inch heels. She and Di were both tall. I wrapped my arms around her, and we shared a minute-long kiss. Gina said, “Barry, I’m a little nervous. At my age, having the confidence to do this is tough. My tits sag a little, and I might be too old to be doing this.” “I loved the orgasm you gave me last night. Would you give me another one this morning to relax me before the...

Under the soft glow of the candlelight, Siren’s plan begins as a quiet, almost seductive pact between mother and daughter, born from late-night confessions over red wine. Evelyn, the mother (mid-50s, widowed for over a decade, and aching with unspoken desires), admits to Siren how long it’s been since anyone has truly touched her, tasted her. Siren, married to Matt for 7 years, understands intimately what her mother is mi...

Note: The characters in this story are over 30, have a mortgage, and should floss more. ~~~ "Hon, how big are you?" "Um, about five ten," he replied without looking up from his phone. "No, your dick. How big is your dick?" He glanced up. "Six and three-quarters inches," he said, then went back to the rabbit hole that had landed him on the article for The Buenos Aires Underground. "You don't know your exact height, but you...

I woke early the next morning. Suzy’s package was due this morning, so I could now start working on the spring and boudoir negligee collections. I checked my mail, expecting a comment from Suzy about Cathy’s pictures from yesterday. All the photos I took yesterday were excellent. There was nothing from Suzy, but there was an email from Joy, which read, “Hi Barry, this is Joy. I apologise for the delay in getting back to y...

I was flicking through TikTok when I heard the metallic drag of the chair on cement next to me. Removing my earbud and putting it into its case, I glanced at the left corner of my screen to confirm the phone icon was still lit up in green. “Hey,” Cam murmured in my ear, kissing my cheek. I fought the flinch, the urge to wipe the trace of his lips from my cheek. He eased into into the chair next to me, his knee touching mi...

The taste of him was a ghost in my mouth. I woke with a start, the phantom sensation of salt and sin clinging to my palate. Morning light, clean and accusatory, streamed through my window. I bolted from bed, not to my closet for school clothes, but to the bathroom sink. I scrubbed my teeth until the minty foam turned pink, my gums screaming in protest. But it was no use. I could still feel it—the bitter tang of his finish...

“Okay, so what do we do now?“ Lilly asked. Matt stood there after securing his cock in their new chastity cage. He handed his wife the key and replied, “Try doing some things to tease me.” “Like what?” Lilly asked. Matt responded, “I'll lie down on the bed and you do something to try and get me hard.” Matt lay on the bed. Lilly pondered for a moment and then slid between his legs. She held his caged cock in her hand for t...

After the escapism of Tim and Becca’s passionate tryst, Tim finally buried his head into his work. Becca sat quietly, reading a novel she’d found on Tim’s shelf and did her best not to distract him. Except for the odd goofy grinning glance between the two, Tim finally got into his flow and finished his work. By the time he rubbed his eyes and glanced at the clock, it was nearly 4 p.m. The entire afternoon had slipped away...

Knock, knock. My heart jumps as I quickly whip my boxer shorts up and pull the sheet over me. I panic at how little any of it does to hide the massive boner I was just polishing off for my pre-sleep wank. I grab a pillow and place it over my lap. “Come in,” I call. The door creaks open. Estelle stands silhouetted by the hallway light, dressed far too skimpily for a sleepover at her best friend’s house. She’s wearing the t...

I reach over and place my hand on his knee. “You played well today,” I say, tickling the wiry hair on his thigh beneath my fingertips. I slowly slide my hand beneath the hem of his silky soccer shorts. I can feel the warmth of his cock pulsing under his briefs. I gently, and only momentarily, allow the tips of my finger to brush against it. He smiles and places a hand on top of mine, keeping his other on the steering whee...