Lacy opened the drawer. It had been sitting there for weeks. She stared down at the box. Picking it up in her hand, she looked over the packaging. The realistic dildo her husband had given her remained unopened. Lacy sat down on the bed and opened the box. She turned it upside down, and the very large phallus fell onto the bed. Setting the box aside, she took the dildo in her hand and examined it. Her first thought was, "...

The wafts of summer breeze limped over the mountain stream as we watched our holiday companions roll up to our log cabin. My family was being joined by my dad’s brother and his wife and children for the first time in our annual mountain getaway. We usually all stayed in the cabin, but since I went to college, I preferred to pitch a tent out in front of the cabin. There wasn’t a bad view possible from my vantage point. Mou...

My family was at a wedding, and we were winding down. All a little drunk, we’d had a fantastic evening in a strange town. Selena, my wife, dragged her hand across the seams of my grey suit pants. A thin layer of fine woollen fabric separated her soft, gentle hand from my strong upper thigh. The starched, pure white tablecloth hid the sins occurring underneath. My parents, sister, and her husband were none the wiser as the...

I received multiple messages throughout the night. I wasn’t sure if they were coordinated or sent individually, but as the night wore on, they became more and more risqué. We’d agreed that nothing that happened that night would be spoken of again. To their word, neither of the girls spoke directly about the events prior to their night out. Emma sent me a hazily lit photo of a girl in a long red dress. “Reminds me of a one...

“Ding!” my phone pinged at my desk. It was Jennifer. I hadn’t heard from or of her since I’d left her covered in my cum on her way to church with her parents that day a few months ago. My last request to her was to let my sperm run down her legs into her socks while she was with her parents. Her last request to me was to fuck her and her best friend, Mabel, at her house when her parents were home. Mabel is the little sist...

Ms. Danielle had always known how to command attention. Even in her casual attire—tight yoga pants hugging her curves and a sports bra that accentuated her toned arms—she seemed to exude an air of confidence that made heads turn as she strolled through the neighborhood. Neil wasn’t immune to her allure. He’d catch himself stealing glances whenever she jogged past his house, her long legs eating up the pavement with effort...

Mahmuda Begum was a Muslim woman born in Afghanistan but eventually arrived and settled in the United Kingdom when she was a baby. She has been married to her husband Nasser, who is eight years older than her, at the age of eighteen. Although their marriage was now up to almost twenty two years, it had never been a particularly happy one. In their last twenty two years of their marriage, Mahmuda couldn't at all conceive a...

It is probably a good time to have a very brief summary. My husband is away abroad for three weeks. My desire to cheat was on overtime. In week one, I had a visiting businessman with a very, very long cock (Gerald, Part 3). Public sex with a different partner (Michael, Part 3). Finally, a de-brief fuck with Andrew on Friday, to round out week 1. While fucking Andrew, he convinced me to have a threesome with his wife the n...

When I stepped into Neil's bedroom, I saw that he'd already stripped down to his boxers. He was in the process of drawing back the covers, but the sight of me made him pause. "I like that," he said, nodding toward my nightgown. His stare moved over the garment, which was actually quite modest. It was white, with delicate straps and a hem that fell to my knees. "Is it new?" "I bought it at the thrift store last week," I re...