You come home from a long day at work, slide the key in the lock and open the door. You have no idea what is waiting for you on the other side. You place your keys on the table, check your messages, fumble through the mail and toss it on the table as well. You walk to your bedroom, curious that the door is closed. But shove the thought out of your mind.

You open the door and find candles lit all over the room. There are honeysuckles scattered about as well. You look at the bed, it is dressed in deep dark purple sheets, with huge fluffy pillows. Upon further examination you see a bottle of red wine and two goblets on the bedside table. and chains and restraints on each corner of the bed. (more…)

John was sent to a northern post in a busy city, bustling with industry and people. His company was the home office for the business and he was immediately sucked into huge deals and mergers. He landed on his feet, making some incredibly lucrative transactions in his first months.

The pace was frenetic. He was assigned to a team already in tune with each other, already in sync. He had to jump in and try to assimilate their rhythm and pace. It was difficult to do, but exciting at the same time. The team consisted of five other lawyers, all roughly his age, all with prestigious degrees and families. The men, Jared, Patrick, Oliver, and Noah, were nearly carbon copies of himself. Handsome, assured, intelligent and pleasant. The lone woman, Judith, was cool and aloof. She gave exactly what was needed from her and did not feel she should be social in any way. Even her name sent shivers down his spine. He could not look at her face without feeling immature and unworthy. (more…)

“Don’t forget, now” I heard her say as I was leaving. “We’ll see you tonight…around 8ish? And don’t forget your suit, in case we decide to hop into the hot tub.”

“Okay,” I replied, perhaps not quite as enthusiastically as I would have liked, while I climbed into my car to head home. “I’ll be there…see you later.”

My head was spinning and I had to consciously remind myself to concentrate on my driving as I thought back over the last few weeks. It had been that long, though sometimes it seemed like only yesterday, since my ‘encounter’ with her husband on the train after our shopping trip. Since then, though I had seen her quite often as was usual, I had only seen him a few times. Sometimes he would stop in at her place of business on his way to or from work while I was there. Just the sight of him coming through the door would cause my body to respond; not unpleasantly, though I hope I did a good job of hiding it. The first time he came in I was flustered and found it difficult to even look him in the eye. But he just acted as naturally as ever, as if nothing had happened between us and she didn’t seem to suspect a thing. So, I made myself calm down and after that did my best to do the same. The only difference was that he sometimes would touch me, just a brush on my arm or shoulder or a small hug…nothing that we hadn’t done before, but now it seemed he would let his fingers linger just a bit longer than he would have in the past. (more…)

Judith woke in the early morning hours, stiff from not moving. She opened her eyes and saw John, close beside her, holding her, and sound asleep. She remembered the night, the tears, the comfort. Carefully, she slid from his arms and looked down at him. He did seem nice, he had been very kind and considerate with her last night. But that was last night. Her experience with men told her he would use this to his advantage, slipping into her life through this one lapse of judgment on her part.

She gathered clean clothes and her purse and went upstairs to the company gym. She worked out for about an hour, feeling the stiffness slip away, trying to work the pain out of her heart. In the shower, she stood for a long while under the hot spray, trying to cleanse her soul of Simon and his faithlessness. She dressed, fixed her hair and make up, and headed back to her office. Her secretary had already arrived and started brewing the strong coffee that Judith preferred. She entered her office to find John stretched out on the couch, sleeping peacefully. She covered him with a soft throw, watching him carefully, wondering if he could possibly be as nice as he seemed. Then she thought of Simon and her heart hardened against men. All men. (more…)

We just sat there at the hotel bar drinking like there’s no tomorrow. Just a few hours ago I had a great life; a good job, a nice home, a great car, and a beautiful wife. And in one fell swoop my life was shattered beyond repair. A few hours ago I was approached by this woman that I’m drinking my sorrows away with now, Ronnie. At first I thought she was a potential client looking for insurance when she walked into my office, but then she handed me manila envelope containing very graphic pictures of my wife with another man. The first few were just her kissing the guy then it got graphic. The next few were of her giving a blowjob to that man in an alley and the last of them were of the both of them having sex in a bathroom. (more…)

She hired me to find out if her husband was cheating on her. That was easy to prove. He wasn’t very discreet. Now flat on my back watching her beautiful, tight, silken cunt slide up and down on my engorged cock, made it seem pretty pointless. But I knew it wasn’t about fidelity or morality. It was all about money. He had lots of it. He cheated on her. And now I had the opportunity to help take some of it away, while getting the best damn fuck of a life time.

Two near perfect, melon sized breasts filled my hands. The hard little nipples dug into my palms.Between her chaotic groans, whimpers and grunts, she threw her head back and howled, screaming some variation of, “Fuck…shit…dam…ya baby…you fuck me so good…oh God, oh God.” (more…)

*The Worm Turns

Intro:*

As you remember in the last saga my husband had begged me to turn him into a cuckold. As things turned out I found out that he wanted to see me fucking other men, and not just any men, but black men with big black cocks. It was a torturous decision for me, but as I loved Billy so much I finally made contact with a black man on Billy”s favorite adult web page, and ended up making a date with Jamul M. Washington that lasted the whole weekend. And that weekend my husband, dressed in a sissy French Maid”s costume became my favorite cuckold, and I in return became his favorite dirty white married slut for black cock. (more…)

“Authors Note: This is the conclusion of a two part story. Although this story stands on its own, you might be interested in reading the first part, Wet Miranda’s Sperm Swap.

The story so far: I am having group sex with my boyfriend Rick, my friend Donna, and her boyfriend Sam. Donna and I are exploring a kink called sperm-swapping, which is the act of sharing come. Donna gave my boyfriend Rick a blow-job. Instead of swallowing his come, she dripped it into my mouth before we French kissed; then I swallowed my boyfriend’s come out of her mouth. We then switched partners, and I gave her boyfriend Sam a blow-job. Finally, I dripped Sam’s come into Donna’s mouth before kissing her and then watching her swallow her boyfriend’s come out of my mouth. For the next round, Donna wanted to simply switch partners and do the same thing again. I had a more kinky idea, which you will soon be reading about…” (more…)

I kissed my way back up Sarah’s body until our lips brushed together. She opened her mouth to taste herself on my lips and tongue. Her legs went around my waist. She shifted until my hardness pressed against her juicy gash and her petals opened around me. The swollen tip of my manhood pushed inside her.

“Do it to me, Jim. This time I want you to fuck me. I want you to take me hard, to slam your big cock deep into my pussy and make me scream and beg for more. Fuck me, Jim, fuck me hard… now.” (more…)

* * * PART V (in Sara’s voice) * * *

My body had quivered with excitement as I listened to Lily describe every steamy detail of her outdoor tryst. The exhilaration of committing their naked bodies to the open air… the uncertainty of being discovered by prying eyes… it was hot! As Lily brought her tale to a close, I took a long sip from my drink to calm my nerves. My senses were heightened, and the liquor warmed my insides.

I hadn’t felt this way in a long time. I had once been so carefree about sex, giving myself over to my wildest fantasies, unselfconscious about what people would think. Unfortunately, it was precisely that propensity that had made the split with my ex-boyfriend so embarrassing and so shattering to my personality. But it was just this old personality that I now saw reflecting in my four new friends. They were mirrors to my true self. As I came to feel a greater and greater affection for them, I once again began to feel at home in my own body and its deepest desires. The self-deprecations of the past few months were so many judgments lifted by the openness with which I had been accepted into this circle of friends. (more…)