This is my first time sharing. I’m not going to call it a story because I only intend to post recaps of actual events. You see, I’m one of those lucky guys that actually found and fell in love with a woman who not only is in love with me too, but is a true slut and enjoys cuckolding me. First, a little background. Ours is a May-December romance. Carmen is a Latina in her mid-20s, a size 6 with a tight round ass and 34DD t...

Jake had been married to Autumn for five years, but their sex life had grown stale. Autumn’s once-tight pussy had become loose from years of use, and no matter how hard she tried, Jake couldn’t find pleasure in it anymore. He had taken a mistress, Makayla, who was young and tight, and could give him the satisfaction that Autumn couldn’t. Autumn knew about Makayla, and it killed her inside. She loved Jake and wanted to ple...

The smell hit first. Sweat, amyl, old cum soaked into the walls. That thick, seedy scent you only find in places like this. I was already dropping to my knees, jeans halfway down, palms on cold tile. My shirt was still on. His cock was through the gloryhole, thick and pulsing, wet at the tip. No names, no rules. Just cock. Just heat. That kind of hunger that blanks everything else out. Somewhere behind me, a bloke groaned...

After a sexy, romantic morning, kissing, teasing, planning, Mr. D. told Reggie to shower and then laid out her clothes for the shopping trip. They were going to choose some sexy new clothes for her, and it would be an erotic adventure for them both. Reggie came into the bedroom, naked and warm from her shower, soft and sexy, and Mr. D. watched her, looking for and finding the submission in her eyes. His arousal, already s...

Aurelia and I never spoke of that night again. I woke up alone on Marco’s couch, the pillow still warm and her scent faint on the fabric. I figured that was it. That I’d never see her again. But a few hours later, she showed up at my new place, hair tidy, blouse buttoned, glasses on. Back to her neat, picture-perfect girlfriend impression. She had the check for the deposit. And when the landlady insisted, she even agreed...

Chapter 5: Swimming Lessons The massage session left me languid, my body humming like a plucked string. Leena, too, was draped in a dreamy haze, sprawled beside me on the bed. The air conditioner's misty breath kissed my skin, coaxing me to slip into an orange crinkle crop top and a matching knee-length skirt. The feather-light fabric danced over my curves, skimming my midriff to bare my toned navel. Without bra or pantie...

Quick Summary: Noah reunites with his college bully Wes, who used to tease him out of repressed desire. At a hotel reunion, old tension ignites when Wes confesses everything and pulls Noah into a desperate kiss. Things escalate fast; Wes blows Noah and then Noah ends up on his knees, blowing the same jock who once bullied him. Just as it gets intense, Wes’s best friend and hotel roommate, Ryan Evans, walks in to see Noah...

Rain hammered the rooftop greenhouse, glass fogging as steam rose from their tangled bodies among the vines. Her sundress was hitched around her waist, petals clinging to her skin. He tasted like strawberries and mischief, tongue tracing the sweat between her breasts. “You said we were coming here to water plants,” she moaned. “I am,” he grinned, thrusting deeper. “You’re blooming beautifully.” Thunder cracked. Lights fli...

As Saturday strikes noon, Spring approaches Summer and the blossoms start to fall, Allie Everett decides that sunbathing season has arrived. So she takes her sunglasses, her sandals and her beach blanket, and she lays herself out in the garden. Allie's a tall girl, and so her legs stretch past the blanket's length and out onto the lawn; green blade tickle her ankles, and she frowns a little. She'll have to get her - no, w...

The theater was nearly empty, the film a blur of sound and shadows. She slid into his lap, skirt bunched around her waist. The surround sound masked her breathy moans as he thrust up, slow and deep, under the cover of darkness. Her fingers gripped the seat in front. “You’re being loud,” he murmured, lips brushing her neck. “I can’t help it,” she gasped, trembling. From the back row, a low voice whispered, “Don’t stop.” Th...

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 lake was quiet. I was lying naked in the sun, my wife asleep beside me, when I heard something in the bushes behind me. At first I thought it was just someone taking a leak. But what I saw... fuck. I couldn’t look away. At thirty-four, married ten years, nude sunbathing with my wife isn’t about thrill anymore. It’s about quiet. We go to the same hidden lake a few times each summer. She lays out her towel, takes off he...