I clicked on the email from Mistress Nicolette. Inside were instructions to meet her at an apartment over by the Chelsea Piers. She said I would be cleaned up there, and then we'd head to the dungeon. My last session with Nicolette had ended ominously. The session itself was great — she fucked my ass in front of three strangers and I came hard. But while we...
Two days later, Katherine had fallen into the groove of sea life. Early mornings and late nights, everything in-between was filled with chore after chore. She had barely said a word since that first night and whenever possible had avoided going out on deck. Of course, she had seen Philip across the deck as she went back and forth between the galley and the c...
When my husband brought up the concept of going to a swingers club I was appalled. Not for some biblical reason or anything like that, but appalled that he would think so little of our marriage that he would want to do this. It all started when we tried to break the monotony in the bedroom. We tried dirty talking but I really wasn't that into it. Yeah I woul...
Where to begin? I guess I should start out with defining what my wife and I really are. We don't exactly fit into any category. We're not swingers in that we don't hang out with other swingers and swap partners. I'm not exactly a cuckold, either, in that I don't want some guy to bang my wife and try to humiliate me while he's doing it. As I have gotten old...
In the weeks following none of us made mention of the little phone sex episode Cindy and I had. I didn't bring it up because I didn't know how. You can't quite ask the wife of a friend if she was serious about having sex with you. Especially when her husband is a good friend. And double especially when he's quite capable of breaking your body into bloody chu...
*Before... It's all still friendly even nice as he drops me off at my place after telling him where it's at and we share a fast kiss. "This was awesome Logan, it really was." I go inside pretty fast so I'm not seen being Lexi in open daylight and sigh as I close and lock the door. I half kick myself for not giving him my number and e-mails. My sister's n...
I arrived at the restaurant at 6:20, ordered a drink from the bar and waited. At precisely 6:29 Nicole and Jenna arrived. Nicole was wearing a black t-shirt, a tiny denim mini and wedges that accented her muscular legs. Jenna was dressed in a pink and white patterned off-the-shoulder top, a white mini and sneakers. I could see their breasts bouncing under th...
My name is Glenn and I hope you have enjoyed my earlier stories. With Jenny, the former team leader, now gone Sally and myself settled into our roles as the new joint managers of the team. The first few months were very hectic as we came to terms with the additional duties and responsibilities that had accompanied our promotions. One particular day I was a...
Chapter 12 Thea was as good as her word. She attached me once more to the frame and anointed my wheals with her cunt-juice, so that my prick rose once more to throbbing fullness. Then she used her mouth, cunt and arse to make me pour out a seemingly endless stream of seed in homage to her new-found goddesshood. I rapidly became hollow, drained and exhausted...
I don’t normally accompany my husband on his business trips, but after some mild convincing, I found myself in a plush room at the Hawthorne Plantation. The Hawthorne Plantation touts itself as the largest, most authentic plantation in the Carribean. If you want to be pampered, this is supposed to be the place to go. I needed a getaway, and this seemed perfe...