The Theater Seat – Chapter Five: The Ride Home The ride home was unbearable. Not just because my cock throbbed like it had its own heartbeat, swollen and denied. Not just because my mind was replaying the sounds of her moaning, gagging, begging — the way her voice climbed each time a new man pushed inside her. Not even because she still hadn’t looked at me. It was because she looked better than ever, like she’d just been...

She kissed it. Just once — soft, slow — lips brushing the shaft like a promise. Then she smiled around the filter of her cigarette and slid it back between her lips. “Don’t touch it,” she said, dragging smoke into her lungs. “Let it hurt.” I was standing there with my cock out, throbbing in the night air, aching from everything she’d just done. She didn’t smack it. Didn’t spit. Didn’t humiliate. No — she’d treated it lovi...

The Theater Seat – (Chapter 3)Chapter Three: The Park After Dark We drove in silence for about three minutes, the air still thick with everything we hadn’t said. She didn’t look at me. She just smoked — slow, sensual drags that glowed against her cheek like embers. Then she pointed. “Turn here.” It was a sprawling park on the outskirts of town — one of those places that straddles the line between wholesome and seedy depen...

The Theater Seat – Chapter Two: The DrivePreviously, in Chapter One: Their marriage wasn’t broken, just quieter than it used to be. Until she confessed a craving to be watched… and he said yes. One night at an adult theater changed everything. Chapter 2. We’d been in that theater for two hours. Two hours of gasps and moans, wet mouths and shameless thrusting. Two hours of watching my wife take cock after cock like it was...

The Theater SeatChapter One – She wanted to be watched It wasn’t that our marriage was broken. We still kissed goodnight. Still held hands when we walked into restaurants. Still had sex — the kind that felt like checking a box: polite, soft, practiced. I’d make her come with my fingers first — slowly, deliberately — and she’d always make the same quiet whimper when I slid inside her. It wasn’t bad. But it wasn’t wild. Not...

Hot Bath It's just after midnight on our anniversary, and my wife tells me to go take a hot bath to relax before bed. I'm in there for fifteen or twenty minutes when she texts me, saying to grab the cigarettes. She used to smoke before we met; now it's an occasional thing she does when she's feeling kinky, so I know where this is going. I throw on a towel, run into the basement to grab them from their hiding spot, and lea...

Chapter 6: Hotwife The next morning, Tara had her first orgasm on her daily dildo, lubing and opening her pussy for what she hoped was soon to come. If all went well, today would be her first hotwife experience. It would be the first time she had sex with a new man since marrying Mark, and Sam would be the first black man to fuck her. Tara imagined Sam pounding her with his big black cock and absently reached for her ciga...

Chapter 1: The Conversation Tara was still a beautiful young woman, only thirty-two years old, but she already felt world-weary beyond her years. The sparkle that once shone in her bright green eyes was long gone and it had been ages since her long, dark hair had been properly styled. She had maintained the façade of a perfect wife and mother for 18 years and she dearly loved her husband, Mark, and her daughter, Clara. Ho...

After a shower in the en-suite bathroom of the downstairs bedroom I slept in occasionally, I threw on a robe and went to change clothes in the bedroom we usually shared. I loved my husband, I truly did, but things were complicated. When Ken shouted my name, “VALERY!”, I knew I was in even deeper shit than before. I prayed silently as I slowly walked toward the kitchen. He was sitting at the table with Emma, a beautiful ch...

I inherited quite a bit when my parents passed away in a tragic accident. I was suddenly wealthy, but with few friends and no living relatives I was quite lonely. I met my wife Valery online and rescued her from death by boredom. She was more than eager to get out of the sleepy little farm town. The exciting news of the year was a boy putting a jacket and winter hat on his dog. There was a picture on the front page of the...

(Rochelle) By the time I returned to the living room carrying my red pumps with four-inch heels, Chloe was having another small orgasm. She moaned, “UMMMMM! That’s a good pet, Germ! Ooooh! So good! Let’s see how well Roach does it.” I held the shoes out and objected, “But I don’t like the taste…” She whispered in my ear, “If you want to keep him, this is your chance.” She moved back a little and put the shoes on. As she s...

(Gerald) As I gave my speech at the Maritime Archaeology conference, I stared at pretty Emily in the fourth row. She was wearing a tight white blouse and the shape of her black bra could be seen through it slightly. I also liked that she had her shoulder-length blonde hair in pigtails, making her look even younger and cuter. “…and the French gunnery was so poor that instead of firing a warning shot, they actually hit the...

(Gerald) My wife Rochelle shut off the 6:15 alarm and started getting dressed. She reminded me, “I’m taking Jonathan to a soccer game after school. We should be home around six.” I sleepily mumbled, “Okay. Have a nice day.” “You too, Gerald. See you tonight.” I volunteered at the museum and didn’t have a set schedule. I usually left home around 8:30 am. I pulled the sheet over my face to block the early morning sun and po...