The Gift

Sandy was out of breath as she arrived for her appointment at the best women’s beauty spa in town. Appointments are exclusive and hard to get, but Sandy’s husband Dean had managed to book one. Sandy had had a couple of trying weeks at work that had left her exhausted and over-wrought, and Dean thought she could use a little bit of pampering.

The place was beautifully appointed in peach and creamy colors, accented by tropical plants and an incredibly sensuous aromatherapy air circulation system. Sandy checked in at the front desk and a young female attendant escorted her to the dressing rooms. She told Sandy to undress and take a warm Lotus scented bath that had been drawn for her in advance. Sandy undressed and climbed into the soaker tub. Soft music was playing and the air was scented sublimely. As she felt the warmth overtake her body, all the tension of the past few weeks seemed to flow out of her. Her mind stopped racing as it had all week long, and now she just languished in the enjoyment of her senses. Read the rest of this entry »

Leslie Shows Her Stuff Ch. 2

A couple of weeks after my discovery of Leslie’s sex tape and photos she and my wife had planned a weekend get together and cookout. Leslie and her boyfriend Jeff were to come over mid-afternoon on Saturday for a swim followed by a bar-b-que. However, things took an unexpected turn when my wife Barbara told me on Friday afternoon that she had to go in to work on Saturday around noon and work for half a day.

“Well, I suppose we can call Leslie and Jeff and put the cookout on hold until another weekend” I said. Read the rest of this entry »

The Power Exchange

So much has happened in the month I’ve known you.

My first met-on-the-Internet date ends in a Jacuzzi with several explosive orgasms—one that nearly makes me faint; I’ve acquired (thanks to you) a battery-powered friend who keeps me company when we’re apart; I’ve gone to a sex club, twice, and loved it from the first.

Now we’re going to a club called the Power Exchange, the only actual licensed sex club—in San Francisco, of course—and one known for S&M, bondage and discipline, very kinky stuff. I’m not nervous, though. With you, I know that any time I’m not enjoying myself we will leave, no questions. Read the rest of this entry »

The Redhead

My affair with the redheaded married lady was going great. We saw each other almost every night and the sex was great. She was very attractive and very much liked sex. Mid thirties, nice breasts 34, 35 C’s slim waist despite two teenaged children. Dressed nicely with a little bit of sensuality.

During our many talks she had learned from the talks and from mutual friends that I had had a past that included swinging and having a sex slave/slut. This seemed to intrigue her. It seemed the topic of conversations would always get back to various scenarios that I would share about my past sex life with the wonderful slut. This always led to great sex. Read the rest of this entry »

Surprise Lover Ch. 2

Leaning over the garden tub, Chelsea turns on the water. After adjusting the temperature, she pours a lavish amount of rose scented bubble bath into the stream. she loved lots of bubbles! Sitting on the ledge, her fingers glide through the pinkish suds, thinking of how delicious Steven had tasted, wanting more. Her body yearning to have him inside her.

A soft knock on the door startles her out of her thought, “Yes?”

“Are you okay in there?” Steven asks.

“Yeah, almost ready,” Chelsea replies. Read the rest of this entry »

Rhythm In the Moonlight

The crash of thunder woke me with a start.

My heart was beating rapidly along with the rain that was pelting the roof. The muffled sound of the occasional late night car swishing through water reminded me of where I was. Blinking blearily around the room, I could see the shapes of the members of the band and crew sprawled out across the couches and floor in a blissful, drugged state. The hotel suite was large, homey, and conservative, but only had one bed along the wall, with the large bedroom windows facing out to the highway. The band”s bus had broken down earlier the day before so we were here in the middle of nowhere. Read the rest of this entry »

Wife’s Company Gangbang

This story that I am about to tell is about fifteen or sixteen years old. It was just in the beginning of my wife’s career in the sex business. I had just gotten my wife, Tracy, to start fucking my friends at our weekly poker games. It’s as best as the two of us can remember.

Here goes.

About a month after this all got started, Tracy came home and told me that her company was hosting a big meeting with all their major customers at a large hotel about an hours drive outside of town. It would require two or three days, since there were numerous meetings and dinners involved. She told me that spouses were welcome, but that most of the people were going alone, because they would be in meetings all day with customers. I had a business conflict anyway, so I told her I wouldn’t be going. Read the rest of this entry »

Tiffany & Roger Ch. 1

Roger thought for a while before he made a decision. He had a great weekend with Tiff, but wasn’t sure he should stay or not. He still had plenty of vacation left, and didn’t need to be anywhere else.

He looked deep into her eyes, and saw the combination of need and hunger reflected there. She had told him how hard things had been, raising her boy by herself, dealing with the world as a single mom. He had come to care a lot about her, through her letters, and the sex charged weekend they just shared brought out another side of her that he really liked, too. Read the rest of this entry »

Homecoming

For 12 long months you have been away. Working overseas. But now you are home and on your way here. As I quickly finish dressing I hear it. Your shovel head. The drag pipes sound off as you make your way up the street. I grab the bottle of Jack and head toward the front of the house. Everything is just as I planned. Candles burning, incense lit, and Bob Seger’s Traveling Man playing in the background.

I reach the front door just in time to see you walk in. Damn, is it possible that you are even more handsome and sexier looking than ever? Our eyes meet and my heart begins pounding in my chest as I walk past you and head for the kitchen to grab a couple of glasses. I feel your eyes following me, and I know you are pleased with what you see: black leather knee hi boots, stockings, garter, no panties. And you always loved me in the contrasting textures of leather and lace. Read the rest of this entry »

Tennis Slut

The Hills Tennis Association was a small, relatively insignificant club offering open courts on Sunday afternoons. The roadside court had been claimed by three men in their late forties and early fifties. Brian, Steve and Gary had spent nearly an hour warming up and waiting for their friend George.

“He’s never been this late,” Brian declared, wiping sweat from his brow and sucking down half a glass of ice water.

Steve decided to go back to the locker room for his cell phone. He returned after a few minutes with the news that George had called several times and left a message that he wouldn’t be able to make it that afternoon. Read the rest of this entry »