It was around eleven o’clock and the party was progressing well when, in the middle of “Truth or Dare,” Steven Anderson urged his wife to confess the worst thing she had ever done, and she announced she had been unfaithful to him.

There’s a context, a background. There always is. Bonnie wasn’t just being bitchy. She had been drinking. Well, who hadn’t? They were all celebrating the season and the end of the semester. There’s more. She hadn’t been feeling well. There was this persistent chill and a vague malaise in her shoulders. It was almost bad enough to make her miss the party. She thought she might be coming down with something, but Steven had insisted they go.

Then there was the game. They were playing “Truth or Dare” to remind themselves of when they had been kids. The game and the alcohol helped Bonnie a little, but there was a kicker, that she was angry with Steven. Oh, not terribly angry. Just doing a slow burn. (Steve, stop grandstanding! Just be quiet for a change!) He was expounding on the Iraqi war and on global warming, on the worthlessness of their students, on everything in general, being terribly overbearing, finally telling anyone who would listen that the worst thing Bonnie could ever have done was burn a roast.

People were laughing and tossing one-liners, trading urban legends and cutting each other off. They were reaching across to the coffee table to snag nuts or candy or other hors d’oeuvres, sometimes spilling a little wine or whiskey. The small fireplace put a smoky smell into the air, and those sitting close by were ruddy from the flame, even Bonnie, who was trying to draw some warmth from it. Everyone else seemed to be having a wonderful time.

Just before her turn at the game, Bonnie saw Will Jeffries kiss Dina Mclock under the mistletoe. This wasn’t surprising, given all the teasing and flirting that was going on, but it was far too long a kiss, and he had one hand on her waist and the other at her cheek, in a way that was. He whispered something to her. It was obvious, and indiscreet, but no one else noticed. Allison Jeffries was in the middle of the urban legends group. Roger Mclock was three-quarters drunk, staring into the fire and occasionally looking up to howl at the end of a story. Read the rest

I remember those lonely nights I had years ago. I was wandering from town to town, trying to find my place in life. I never stayed long enough in one place to really get to know a woman and eventually have sex with her. I spent a lot of time in clubs drinking. On several occasions I did manage to meet someone but not as I had expected.

One night I was in a club drowning myself when I happened to see a very pretty woman in her late thirties or so. I was only twenty five at the time. Then she sat down with a man. I laughed at my self for daring to have a fleeting sexual dream about the woman, but as the night progressed I eventually began talking to the couple. I was finally invited to their booth, back in a darker part of the club. His name was Kurt and he was forty five and I had correctly guessed the wife’s age. Kurt left me alone with her for a long time, while he supposedly went to see John.

Next thing I knew Andrea and I were kissing and more than that I was feeling between her leg’s. Her hand found my cock and a hand on me other than my own felt great. Kurt came back as we were hotly going at each other. Kurt wasn’t upset. Just the opposite and in a short time I was going to their hotel room with them. Kurt watched as Andrea and I kissed and got naked. The real surprise came when Kurt took my cock and guided it to his wife’s wet cunt. Read the rest

From one way of life to another, Welcome to the club
                            

It had been a busy day; staffing a company stand in a huge international exhibition hall wasn’t an easy life, even if it was in Hong Kong. Business trips abroad are not all play and no work, quite the opposite, I was knackered and in need of refreshment in the form of a cold beer. The guy from the HK office (Ron) looked much the same as I felt; thankfully, this was our early finish afternoon so 2PM couldn’t come soon enough. The two replacement guys turned up to take the exhibition on until it closed at 7PM.

I looked across at Ron, ‘Beer?’ I asked.

‘Beer’ he replied. ‘I know just the place’

We walked out into the heat. Both loosening out ties and with our jackets over our shoulders, we set off away from the harbour; me following Ron to wherever we were going. We talked of this and that but mostly I was still soaking up the atmosphere in what is still one of the most exciting places in the world.

We walked for about ten minutes, passing a couple of likely looking places but Ron ignored them, finally turning into a small entrance set back slightly. Passing through the doors, there was a small desk behind which sat a guy in a concierge type uniform. Ron nodded to the chap who turned a book on the desk so that it faced Ron.

‘Private club,’ he said, ‘I need to sign you in. Oh, and we’ll need to redo our ties. They might just let us in if we’re carrying our jackets,’ he grinned. He did the signing bit as I adjusted my tie. He finished, turned to the stairs and headed up. I followed.

The stairs opened up into a large landing with another set of stairs going upwards, there was a chain across them to indicate no entry, and a large room off to the side. It was noticeably quiet after the noise of the street and pleasingly cool. Ron turned towards the room and I followed him in. It was well furnished with large comfortable chairs set four at a time around low tables and sofas set opposite each other either side of longer low tables.

The bar was along a wall opposite the large window which gave a good view down the Gloucester Road we’d just walked along. Two good-looking barmen, resplendent in brilliant red and gold waistcoats, served behind the bar. There was discreet classical music playing softly. The whole atmosphere was of a well mannered and well staffed gentlemen’s club. But for the view, it could have been in London. Read the rest

Her ad got my attention. I had been browsing women in my area and discovered a new listing. There was no photo, but her profile said she wanted someone who was very, very oral.

Although she was younger than me, I had nothing to lose and sent her a message. She replied and asked several questions in her note: Was I single; did I have my own place; how oral was I; could I accommodate afternoon trysts; did I care that she was a squirter? She went on to say her husband was unable to perform sex due to an illness, and she was horny and yearned to be ravished.

Wow! Now here was a real possibility! I wrote back and told her I was not married, lived alone in a nice home, was very oral, loved afternoon get togethers, and would relish her squirting pussy. Read the rest

I am married to a wonderful and exciting woman. She’s 29 years-old and gets prettier everyday. Cara is a vivacious brunette with brown eyes. I was in lust with her body the first time I saw her. I still am. Cara is 5′9″, with long shapely legs that are situated below a tight pear-shaped ass. Her bust is about a 34C and she has a washboard stomach from the 100 sit-ups she does everyday. Needless to say I am a very lucky man.

I work for an industrial engineering firm that designs and manufactures high-end industrial equipment, assembly-line robots, aerospace equipment and the like. One of the perks is I get to travel frequently on business. Cara works at an accounting firm and gets to travel quite a bit herself; unfortunately we rarely get to travel together with the exception of vacations.

Believe it or not this has actually helped our love life. When we are apart our libidos seem to go into overdrive, like an itch you can’t scratch. Our reunions turn into these sex crazed frenzies. We have had sex in the airport parking lot a few times and we have gone down on each other in the car on the way home. Cara always made these extravagant plans for my homecomings. She would pickup me up at the train or the plane wearing no underwear and a short shirt. Read the rest

The heat of the sun…

The feeling of her cock in my ass…

The helplessness of being taken…

These are what I remember most about that afternoon…

As we lay naked together, on the sofa in the morning light, she turned to me and gently said, “I want you to get dressed.” She was smiling softly, and a little sadly, at the thought of what she was about to do to me. What I needed her to do to me. Her clear brown eyes were fixed on mine, in quiet authority, assumed as easily as breathing; her hand touched mine, loving and dismissing me at once. Read the rest

While we had often talked about it during sex, the fantasy of seeing and hearing my wife with another man didn’t seem to ever come close to being realized.

I had brought home an eight inch vibrator, shaped and veined like a massive cock.  I would fuck her with it while she sucked me off.  She claimed to enjoy the sensation on two organs in her at the same time.  Yet, afterwards reality returned.  She had no desire to have anyone in her bed but me.

It was at the same time that I realized that vocalizations were an incredible turn-on for me.  While I cared little for “talking dirty”, just the sound of an “Oh, that feels good,” or a “do it softer, harder, etc.” made me wild with desire.  We agreed to practice that aspect in our sex lives.  She said she could take it or leave it, but assented to verbalizing her feelings for me.

Within six months, she was talking a blue streak and our sex lives had never been better.  She was interested in trying different positions.  She settle on doggie style as her favorite.

“It feels wonderful and dirty,” she said.  “It’s very exciting.” Read the rest

       
“Would you like to go to lunch?” Alexis’s question caught me more than a little off-guard.

Alexis Bradley, now Alexis McFarley, was the main reason a lot of the guys stayed with the company, even as its fortunes waned.  She was a small, dark-haired woman, who simply exuded sex.  Not that she was particularly well endowed, or that she went out of her way to dress enticingly.  It was just something that started with those big bedroom eyes, and combined with the way she seemed at ease in almost any situation. If she had ever dated any of the guys in the office, they never talked about it, and it never showed in the way she treated any of them.

Alexis was as quick to swap raunchy stories as any of the guys, and you never had to worry about whether that hand on the shoulder or a quick hug was going to be misconstrued - partly because if you ever did get out of line, Alexis would realign you, post haste.  She didn’t believe in calling HR to handle something that she was perfectly capable of taking care of for herself.

While Alexis was the unofficial darling of the office, she endeared herself to everyone by earning their respect, as well as their longing stares.  Her smile brightened the whole place, but if there was a tough job to be done, you wanted Alexis on the team.  She kept everyone organized, handled myriad little details that most of the guys never thought of, and generally made sure everyone was doing what they should be doing.

With all of this, though, I had never seen her socializing individually with anyone, least of all me. That was why I was speechless for a long moment when she asked me to go to lunch.  Finally I gathered my wits enough to realize she hadn’t specifically said it would be just the two of us, no matter what my fantasies told me to believe.

“Sure!” I gulped, “Who else is going?”

“Just me!” she laughed, but even to me, it sounded a little forced. Read the rest

Vicki is what some people call a fangirl. She loves anime and mangas, the Japanese culture, and would probably give anything for it. She’s just obsessed. Just don’t go thinking she’s a nerd with no life and no friends… well almost not. She’s a nerd, has no life, but she does have friends. Although, there’s her best friend Angela who shares her obsession.

Physically, Vicki isn’t a hot blue-eyed blonde, far from it. She’s a 19 years old 5′4″ brunette with short hair and wears glasses which hide cute hazel eyes. Her body could be qualified of average, not thin, nor fat, just the right size, and her 34B breasts suit her perfectly. Most of the time she’ll dress casual, but she can be sexy too.

Angela on the other side, is 19 years old too, a bit taller, 5′6″ to be precise, a brunette too, except her hair is shoulder-length, has green eyes and looks better built. As for her breasts, she has a pair of 34C that she often hides with large blouses, sweaters or suits.

This year, there was finally going to be an anime convention in town. Both girls couldn’t wait for the day to arrive ever since they heard about it on the net. As the traditional fangirls they were, they had to cosplay (wear costume of a favorite anime/manga character). It took them a while to decide what characters they were going to be, but they didn’t wanted it to be too sexy. After discussing about it for a few days, they chose who they’d be. Vicki would be Chi from Chobits and Angela would do Mireille from Noir. Read the rest

The slave stands waiting, knowing he had to please his Mistress.  

Mistress welcomes him into her dungeon.  “Well slave, are you ready for me?”

“Yes Mistress” he replies, standing naked, eyes looking downward,hands clasped behind his back in a classic submissive pose.

“Have you figured out how you’ll present yourself to me?”  she asked,inquiring about their arrangement whereby slave would make himself a present to Mistress for her pleasure.

“Yes Mistress, I’m ready.  I’ll  put my body in bondage for your pleasure, I’ll also put myself into a serious amount of pain and punishment that I can’t to escape from; unless you release me.   I hope to please you” he said.

“Hmmm that depends on how much you suffer … at your own hand.”  “Proceed.”  she ordered. Read the rest

It was my Sophomore year in College and once again my girlfriend was too busy with homework to spend time with me. We hadn’t done anything sexual in a while so I was feeling deprived and extremely horny. I needed to jack off like crazy but my roommate was in the room so I went to the bathroom in the food court building.

It was a quiet place. There was only one guy in there and he was at the urinal. I figured he would leave soon so I sat on the stall and took my six-inch erection out and started to jerk it quietly. Then the door opened and some other guy walked towards the urinal. I could see all this through that small space between the door and stall wall. The first guy turned to the side showing his cock to the guy who just came in. It was huge! It was thicker and longer than mine and rock hard. The second guy fell to his knees and opened his mouth. Then the one standing up shoved his cock right into his open mouth! Read the rest

It was supposed to be a three day training session in the Northwest. Three weeks later Bob was finally on his way home to his beloved Jackie. Sitting alone in his row on the plane his whole body was tense with anticipation. The promises of their last phone conversation. The surprises Jackie would undoubtedly have in store. His erection had not diminished since he woke up 5 hours earlier in the hotel room. The duration and intensity of his arousal was bordering on both the ridiculous and the painful. The expectation of what was to come the moment he and Jackie made it through the front door, maybe even before the door, the knowledge of the oncoming bliss from being totally immersed inside her kept the erection more like Christmas Eve than a trip to the dentist.

He couldn’t wait. He’d already masturbated earlier in the day, breaking their self imposed “No self-gratification within three days of his return” Rule. He couldn’t help himself. Waking up that morning from a dream filled with vague images of her, her body, her smell, her taste, he was harder than he could remember. Half awake he reached down and grabbed hold of himself. Read the rest

Allen asked me one day if I ever thought about having sex with other men just for the excitement I might get from it. We have known each other for qute a few years and I actually have had little experience with anyone other that my Husband. We have been married now for about three years and except for a couple of, lets say, “exceptions” have been very faithful to each other. The few times that either of us have been with other partners have been extremely exciting. Especially the times when we’ve told each other about our experiences.

We agreed early on that there would be no secrets between us and have followed that rule. Well almost anyway, I still haven’t told him about something that happened to me on our honeymoon. I will though when I think the time is right. He really gets turned on bigtime hearing stories about other guys and me. We play a game sometimes where he comes home to find me totally naked on our bed, I start telling a story about the 2 men who just left after making me suck them for hours while they left their hot cum all over my 38C breasts . These stories get pretty graphic and Allen winds up just devouring me with his sex. As for me, I just love to act like a slut for him. What girl wouldn’t when it leads to an all night love session. Read the rest

It is early Saturday evening.  We just arrived at your door.  We had taken the time to go see an early movie, though I dare say I can barely remember what we saw.  My mind had been traveling throughout the movie.

The house was deserted, but for the chirping of the birds upstairs.  But before you could say a word I put my finger to your lips, hushing your first utterances.  My hand takes yours and they make their way up to our lips kissing each other’s fingers.  Your tongue picks up my index finger and you take the full length into your mouth.  My tongue glides between your first two fingers, the thought of easing between your thighs on my mind.

The door find’s it way shut behind us, my free hand ensuring the lock was set.  We weren’t to be disturbed.  My jacket and bag fall to the ground.  Our eyes nary leave that first glance and our lips have yet to meet.  But we knew what moment was to come. We had both wanted the touch of the other.  We wanted to feel our bodies joining as one, yet again.  Our paths had crossed only but a moment before or it had been a thousand lifetimes later.  We had known each other from the dawns of time.  We had known the physical pleasures of the other no matter what else happened in their life.  Their passions for each other, lasting over lifetimes, were all encompassing. Read the rest

We found the perfect house, fully furnished, 3 bedrooms 2 1/2 baths. The master bedroom had mirrored doors on the closet and a large wall mounted mirror above where the bed was. In the “master bath” there were also a lot of mirrors, tiled throughout the shower walls and the walls in the room. The carpets in the house had 2-inch foam padding underneath which we both considered a necessity since I loved to suck David’s cock with him standing above me. A bathroom joined the other two bedrooms; the only way in or out of that bathroom was through those bedrooms. We decided that the master bedroom would be for when we had fuck buddies over– because it had great sex appeal and we didn’t want to fight over it. David and I would use the other bedrooms on a regular occasion as our rooms. Our threesome invite code was to leave the little sauna light in our bathroom on when we were fucking someone in the “master bedroom”. Read the rest