This is a true story of what happened in July of 2013, as told by my wife when my wife was sixty. My wife and I enjoy riding with groups of other bikers. We are members of several all-black bikers’ clubs and are the only Caucasian members of these clubs. My wife rides a VW-powered trike. Her usual riding attire with these clubs (weather permitting) is a white lacy bra and panties, chaps, and boots. The men are always happ...

My wife and I frequent several bars and clubs in the black parts of neighboring towns. Her attire for these nights is always the same: a short, silky wrapped dress that is a couple of sizes too small for her, with ties on the back and straps that tie around her neck. She wears no undergarments or takes any protection with her. On this night, I had something to do, so my wife told me that she was bored and asked me to drop...

It had been two weeks since they watched the video. Two weeks since Rachel collapsed sobbing into Jason’s arms, her body slick with sweat and guilt and something darker—something neither of them had a name for yet. Now, the silence in the house pulsed with soundless echoes of it. Each night, they played the video again. Sometimes together, side by side on the living room floor, trembling and stroking each other in time wi...

The leather of the booth groaned as Jason Carter shifted in his seat, fingers tightening around his whiskey glass for the third time in twenty minutes. Outside the window, the Denver skyline glowed against a moody sky, neon lights bleeding across the glass like bruises. Inside, the air was all velvet and confidence—low jazz, money in the walls, and waiters who didn’t smile unless you were someone worth smiling for. Jason...

The Sunday after the football evening, Rose and Graham drove to a small pub in the country for lunch. Afterwards, they parked up at Ainsdale Beach to talk. They sat and discussed some of the issues they both had about her actions on the night of the football match. Then, they discussed the pros and cons of attending the poker party at Bruce's house. Rose was still undecided. She didn't like that it was premeditated or tha...

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...

Karen fidgeted into the nearly empty church, her legs shaking under the weight of her secret, almost tripping on her heels. Despite her neatly styled blonde bun, beige blouse pinned up to conceal her ample breasts, and black skirt falling just below her knees, hiding any hint of indecency, her usually collected demeanor was missing. As Karen neared the holy water font, her fingers trembled as she dipped them into the cool...

Joan woke up in the morning, from a vivid exciting dream. In the dream, she wore a classy dress, that attracted everyone's attention as she passed, which ended with her being roughly taken by several strangers. Joan could not shake the story from her mind. Maybe the dream was caused by her experience in the park last week. She decided to relive her dream. Her body was already pulsing with erotic lust just thinking about w...

I was bouncing up and down on my husband's hard cock. My hands planted firmly on his hairy chest, and I twerked my hips up and down, coating his thick cock in my creamy cunt juices. I was close to cumming. I could feel it building deep inside me. It wouldn't take much more until I screamed the roof off the house and came over Roger's beautiful cock. "You love it when he fucks you, don't you, darling? You love how his cock...

Two days after a storm ripped away most of our roof, we moved into a room in the next town over at the Gardener Inn & Motel. The insurance company said it could be anywhere from four to twelve weeks before we could move home again—depending largely on when they could get a crew to replace our roof and make the other repairs necessary. Since we were one of many families that suffered damage from the storm, I worried that t...

Debbie lay panting between her brother and brother-in-law. Her mind was awhirl with her erotic fantasies, and the contentment of having them fulfilled. She had never in her life dreamed that sex could be so wonderful. She’d imagined sex with her brother, her brother-in-law, and sometimes both, but those fantasies were a pale imitation of the reality she had just experienced. She knew one thing for sure, Ken and Owen could...