After our adventures with the kitchen fitters in "The Pizza Guy's Wife Act Two," where Mikki and I christened every room of her new home and introduced Jacky to the delights of female intimacy, we knew we'd have to face the music. We'd confessed everything to Bobbie and James—the kitchen renovation guys with all three fucking us both, the train escapades, all of it. They'd been suspiciously quiet, but the other shoe final...

We're only midway through our wine when Brenda remarks, "Isn't that Brian?" Her tone is filled with the eagerness of a predator eyeing its target. I follow her gaze and spot him at the bar, exuding his usual air of confidence and ease. Brenda takes a sip of her wine, flicking a drop from her lip with her tongue as she continues to watch Brian intently. "Should we ask him to join us?" she inquires, but before I can reply,...

Chloe and Dave had been married a couple of years, both in their mid-twenties, both insatiable. They fucked anywhere they could get away with it—bathrooms, cars, changing rooms. Exhibitionism had become part of their kink: Chloe wearing sheer clothes in public, selling her worn panties or selfies to strangers online. Dave loved showing her off almost as much as Chloe loved being shown. One night, Chloe dropped a new idea...

Brenda leans across the table, her hand wrapping tight around my wrist, her wedding ring biting into my skin. She's still buzzing from the night, from the conversation we just had. "Promise me," she says, "promise me you'll do it." She means what we just talked about—the club—about us going back again, only this time, just the two of us. No Lisa. My thoughts are a mess, tangled up between wanting and worrying. I can't sto...

It all began in the summer of 2013, when Maureen first brought it up—quietly, one evening, curled beside me in bed, her breath warm on my chest. She wanted another baby. We already had four beautiful kids. Life was comfortable. Predictable. But her body ached for that feeling again—for life growing inside her. Only, I knew I couldn’t give it to her. Years earlier, I'd had the snip. At first, we joked about it. The idea of...

Brenda's pussy spasms against my mouth, drenching my face in her juices and making her buck so hard she almost knees me in the ear. "Fuck, Bob! Don't you dare stop!" she screams, grinding her cunt against my lips, her thighs clamping my head in a vice. She's already come twice, like, full-body shivers each time, but she's still all over me. Totally insatiable. She's got her hands tangled in my hair, nails digging into my...

The scent of Brenda's perfume greeted me upon entering the house and reminded me of our shared life together. Brenda lifted her gaze from her magazine, showing her interest with her eyes. "Well?" she asked with a playful smile. "How did it go with Lisa?" I took a deep breath before I locked eyes with her while my heart raced faster. I told Brenda that Lisa had set up a meeting with someone who wanted to make our fantasy c...

Her ass cheeks were squeezed together as he pounded her mercilessly. Her screams and his guttural moans mixed as he filled her full. He rolled her off and came to me, hands on his hips. His thickness, glistening from her juices, paused before my face before disappearing into my mouth. I milked him of the last few drops and licked him clean. The deed done, he soon disappeared. She was watching, legs spread, and slowly rubb...