Continued… How wrong was I? There was Clare in her red ball gown, the silver-inlaid pieces glittering away as they caught the light. Millie was wearing a similar style of dress, hers white but with the same silver inlaid pieces, and they seemed to be dancing a perfect Charleston given the confines of the dress. As they did so, the photographer’s cameras flashed away, adding to the showbiz feel of the evening. Then the mus...

I stood there in front of the mirror, dressed in my black tuxedo, the reflection telling me I was James Bond. However, despite looking suave and feeling debonair, my overall demeanour was one of uneasiness. Tonight I was going to walk the red carpet and be thrust in front of the press. It was a thought that had me checking the tux’s lines once again, and then I heard Sarah giggling. “You are hogging that mirror longer tha...

Joan was home alone and needs some intimate attention. The pool circulation pump, heater, and filter were not working. She decided to call a pool company to come out and look at her situation, and take care of all her needs. The pool service answered right away when Joan called. She explained the problems with the pool and asked if someone could come out today to do the repairs and any maintenance needed. She told the wom...

Growing up in the outback, I was pretty naïve when it came to city ways. My typical Friday night was laying on the hood of a Jeep, looking at the stars, and fending off the bloke who wanted to get his hand on my boobs or down my pants. In our small community, everyone knew everyone, so if you ever put out for anyone, all the guys wanted some ass. This made high school freaking unbearable because I really wanted to be fuck...

On Sunday, forty-nine-year-old Louise Carver's mind was in even more turmoil. Her feelings of guilt had never disappeared, but now they were at the forefront again. She could not go on like this. The sex with twenty-year-old Tyrone McMorris had been sensational, and even the very unexpected lesbian sex with fifty-three-year-old Sheila Towers had been wonderful in its own way, but Louise had decided that it had to stop. Te...

It was Wednesday afternoon in the office of a company that sold glazing materials, and for three people in the office, it had been quite an eventful day so far. Two of the people, forty-nine-year-old married white woman Louise Carver and twenty-year-old black young man Tyrone McMorris, had had sex the previous Saturday, and a third person, fifty-three-year-old Sheila Towers had found out about it that morning. Sheila did...

It was Monday morning and forty-nine-year-old Louise Carver was in the office where she worked. She was feeling several emotions including exhilaration and guilt. The exhilaration was because she had spent Saturday afternoon getting well-fucked by twenty-year-old Tyrone McMorris, the guilt was because she had spent Saturday afternoon getting well-fucked by twenty-year-old Tyrone McMorris. Louise was married, and she would...

Forty-nine-year-old Louise Carver had changed her mind at least a dozen times this Saturday morning, and twice she had had her mobile in her hand to call Tyrone McMorris to tell him that she could not go through with it. So far, she had not made that call. Tyrone McMorris was a twenty-year-old black male who worked for the same company as Louise, and what she kept changing her mind about was the arrangement to meet Tyrone...

Louise Carver was aged forty-nine, was married to Philip, and had been for many years. They were parents and now grandparents. Like probably the vast majority of marriages, sometimes their relationship was great, sometimes it was good and sometimes it was not so good, and much the same applied to their sex life. They had had rocky passages in their marriage but neither of them had strayed, although both had considered doi...