James had moved into my spare room two weeks ago, a decidedly sexy academic type. Lithe, dark hair, horribly good-looking. And a bit younger than me. He's somewhat introverted, but interesting and clever, and extremely charming once you get him talking. When he arrived, I organised a little get-together with a few of my friends who live locally, including Harmony. It was a lovely, warm summer afternoon, and we had a delig...

Ding. 'Hi hon, what are you up to?' I messaged my wife. I had an early appointment, so now I was home for the day and in need of some relaxation. Ding. 'Just working, how about you?' was her reply a few minutes later. 'Just trying to listen to you,' I sent back. 'Oh? What does that mean?' she asked. 'Your request,' I replied. 'And what would that be?' she replied after a few minutes. A few days ago, we had a very hot esca...

My name is Daniel. I am 30 years old, and it has been five years now since I left college. For the past year, I have been living with my beautiful and lovely girlfriend. However, there are still thoughts, feelings, and desires about women from my past. There are women I flirted with when I was still single—women I sexted with when I was still going out to clubs and meeting girls in all the cities I traveled to. This is th...

While Jim was downstairs, he stared at Sam's photo of the pen, breathing hard. Mindy was in the guest room. She doesn't have Sean's number, but she has something better, Sam's address. Mindy sat with a pad, her handwriting neat. She wasn't interested in sexting or games. She mapped out the scene of the betrayal. She knew exactly how far the colonial was from the beach bar. She knew the layout of the neighborhood. Mindy re...

Friday morning, Sam woke up tangled in the sheets, her body ached in that familiar, satisfied way. For a moment, she felt she had won, that she had channeled all energy back into her marriage. Then, she reached for her work phone on the nightstand. Apparently, Jim had sent a text from the night before. Jim (8:45 PM): I can still hear your breathing, Sam. I know you're sitting at dinner right now, looking at him, pretendin...

The continuation of the two couples and how their lives start to intertwine. If you haven't read the first three in the series, you might want to read them to get a better understanding of this next chapter. From the last paragraph That evening, Sam was extra sensitive to Sean because her guilt manifested as a quiet, domestic sweetness. She made dinner, asked about his day, and stayed off her phone. Sean didn't suspect a...

The continuation of the two couples and how their lives start to intertwine. If you haven't read the first two in the series, you might want to read them to get a better understanding of this next chapter. Sean went inside to find Sam stirring on the sofa. She rubbed her eyes, the living room lamp casting soft shadows across her face. "I'm so sorry, babe," she mumbled, her voice thick with sleep. "The tequila and the sun...

Sitting in my office, just another Monday—same as the last dozen. Married man in my 30s, beautiful wife, but man, life has gotten so boring. Same job for the last 5 years, same sex positions once a week for the past 8 years, same dinners. And God, do I hate these spreadsheets. I’m sure they’re important for something; one day I’ll find out. My phone buzzes. I pick it up. Some random text: “Hey dude, what’s the plan this w...

We didn't hold out for three years. Not even close. Wayne might have had the willpower to last if I hadn't been so intent on wearing him down. But every time he stopped by to see Dad while I was home, I waited for my chance. As soon as Dad stepped out of the room for another beer or to use the bathroom, I was on Wayne in an instant. Sometimes I merely teased him, lifting my shirt so I could flash my tits. Other times, I w...

I woke up at 7:30 AM sharp, having had the best night's sleep that I could remember. I caught a glimpse of my face in the mirror; these rosy cheeks really suited me, I thought. As I jumped in the shower, I reflected on everything that had happened these past few months, and especially last night. Had I really masturbated alongside my own son? My flesh and blood? It felt almost like a dream, totally surreal. And yet, the s...

Saturday 14th July 2018 7.21pm Bristol, England. The fan was on full blast but even so sweat trickled down his spine, pooling at his ass crack. He was sitting in just his boxers, the leather of his computer chair sticking to his back. His eyes darted between the two curved computer monitors. Online gambling and a cam girl website in two separate windows on his off set monitor. On his main monitor was the computer game Run...