My wife and I were happily married for ten years and were in our mid-thirties when we decided to enter into a new and exciting lifestyle. We had always enjoyed our sex life and never considered ourselves to be in a 'rut' or bored, but rather we were ready to grow and expand in our sexuality. We explored different sexual activities and practices and determine...
Pulling up into the gravel driveway, I felt my insides quiver. The steering wheel felt slick as my palms sweated with eagerness and nerves. Even though no one touched me, I felt my skin tingle at the thought of the man inside the house. Over a year ago, I had begun to speak to him over the Internet. Through exchanged pictures, and text messages, he had beco...
I always fantasized it would be this way. I never wanted it to be this way. I still remember the day. It was a dream comes true. It was a nightmare. I loved it and I hated it. It all began with simply enough, when Liz and Doug moved in down the road. We live in the country on five acres, as do most of our neighbors. We like it this way – we have enough roo...
This is part 2 in a series of letters about my cuckolding. For context, read part 1. We open with O/our Bull knocking at the door on the fateful evening. ==== Already on my feet, i walked to the door and, fumbling with the handle a bit, opened it to see Him. Our eyes met. i saw His immediately slide down my nightgown as His grin widened. "Ah, good evening...
I was for many years an inveterate skirt chaser. Looking back, I think I enjoyed the chase more than the fuck that inevitably came as a result. More often then not, I 'got lucky' when I wasn't really looking very hard. All too often, trolling around looking to get laid ended in disappointment. As my divorce was getting finalized, I would often have my kids...
As we always do, the whole gang assembled at the Union after classes on Friday. We sat around, had a few beers, threw some darts, then went off together for pizza. After dinner, almost everyone had to leave to go see a hockey game. We were playing North Dakota that night, and I guess that's a big deal. Personally, I despise hockey. Most of my friends, on the...
My boyfriend and I have had an amazing, hot sex life since the beginning. We try different and new things on a regular basis, and neither of us is selfish in bed. We tell each other our likes, turn ons and offs, and fetishes. He knows that I'm kinky. We've played around with bondage, dominance, and some light pain-play. Although he is understanding and very...
Bob never mentioned that night. He showed up a few days later; we went to dinner as usual; afterwards we went back to my apartment and made love, again as usual. He left around 10 PM that evening. The next morning I found the remote for the butterfly on the kitchen counter. I put it with the vibrator in my nightstand. Things at work were going better. Sinc...
On rare occasions, one of us slave girls might be rented out for a night at a location other than the club, presumably at some significant expense to the client. This was primarily done for clients who could not risk accidental discovery at the club - men, or women, whose political, business, or other connections would not permit them to be seen indulging in...
Alexis had long ago resigned herself to the fact that she housed two minds in one brain. One was an analytical machine that could spit out data and make tough, quick accurate decisions. It was this section of her brain that made her such a powerhouse at Clark, Kennison and Larimore. She had risen up through the ranks from a simple staff accountant to the top...