I have a long-held and well-researched fascination for couples who indulge in cuckoldry; it has an amazingly broad scope as a fetish with subtle nuances and deviances, which you can tailor for your specific requirements should you find the right person to play with. I thought I would share Mrs Lustman's first occasion of being shared; this was circa Sept 1984. This is possibly more a case of candaulism than cuckoldry; her...

Roger, who works in the drawing office of the same company where I work, was twenty-nine, and fifteen years younger than me when this event took place. He had offered to pay me to spend a night with him in a hotel. I had accepted, after he agreed to pay me £1000. He had given me half the money up front, and I had shown my appreciation by treating him to a blow job in my car on a Friday evening.Back at work on Monday, Roge...

It was late, well after nine, when I finally rose from my desk. Carrying my bag, I stepped into the corridor and found Lucas waiting for me. All the other offices around us were quiet, their doorways dark. "You should have gone home hours ago," I told my assistant. At some point, he'd removed his tie and rolled up his shirtsleeves. While I was bleary-eyed from exhaustion, Lucas looked as alert as he'd been first thing tha...

I had always had a fascination for T.Girls and Tranny's, and after having had a brief encounter with Susan, a T. Girl, who had bought a house in the street where I lived, it became a bit of an obsession. I knew that there would soon be another chance to get together with Susan, but I decided to look online for other possible contacts. I found a free, contact website for T.Girls and male admirers that had hundreds of membe...

The Wedding Dress The soft light of early evening bathed the bedroom in a quiet, golden warmth. Tammy sat in front of the vanity, legs crossed neatly at the knees, her reflection framed in the mirror. The stockings were perfectly aligned, held snug by her garter belt. She wore one of Sally’s older silk blouses, pale ivory, just slightly sheer, and the soft brush of her auburn wig against her cheek made her feel like someo...

This event occurred when I was thirty-five and had been married to my second husband, John, for eight years. Sex had become a rare occurrence between my husband and me, and his only sexual demand in almost two months had been for me to suck him off in bed on a Sunday morning while he read The Sunday Sport. I was working part-time in an office in an engineering company where John was employed as a site manager. He had a ve...

Tom’s knuckles were white on the steering wheel. Sally’s voice still echoed in his ears, “Now drive faster.” And he had. Not dangerously, but quickly, heart pounding, cock straining against his trousers, plug still waiting in the suitcase beside him like a loaded promise. She sat beside him, legs crossed, skirt hiked just enough to reveal the black garter strap kissing the bare skin above her stockings. One hand rested in...

After fifteen years of marriage, you feel like a stranger to me. I watch you lift a wineglass to your lips during dinner, a gesture you've made countless times in my presence, yet it's now utterly unfamiliar. Because you are. When did it start? Months ago? Years, maybe? I can't pinpoint the exact moment you began drifting away. We don't fight about sex or money; we have plenty of both. There's no obvious wedge between us....

It wasn't that he wasn't listening—he was. Julie's voice was one of his favorite sounds. But his brain seemed to have split in two, one part engaged in conversation while the other fixated entirely on the fact that Julie—sweet, perfect Julie—was wearing stockings that matched her dress exactly. She had coordinated them. Purposefully. For him. The realization hit him with surprising force. She'd done this for him. She'd re...

Chapter 1: The Lingerie Ritual Tom wasn’t sure if the boutique was too warm, or if it was just Sally. Probably Sally. They stepped into Maison de Luxe, a high-end lingerie store tucked discreetly off a cobblestone lane. Satin, lace, and velvet adorned every surface. The lighting was soft, flattering. Everything whispered sex. And Sally was already in her element. Wearing a tight cream pencil skirt and a sheer black blouse...