First attempt be gentle. Based on actual events, names changed to protect the guilty. This story contains only a bit of sex, so if you are looking for a fuck fest orgy story, keep searching. ***** My wife and I have had a handful of sexual encounters outside of our marriage. A few have included both of us and one just her. This is that story told from my p...
Chapter One: Julia Sends A Text Message Hi there. My name is Raymond Ryan and we haven't met before. I am male, white Caucasian, of average height and build, and thirty-seven years old. I am a college lecturer, specialising in mathematics and science. I teach pupils of all abilities from the age of eighteen upwards. I enjoy my work immensely and believe tha...
Tonight you're going out with your girlfriends after work for dinner and drinks. I had planned a nice slow evening just hanging out with the dog and relaxing with my favorite drink and a movie I'd watched 1000 times already. So after I got home from work, took the dog for a walk and worked out, I settled down to making dinner and turning on my stupid movie....
My name is Dwight, I am 44 and divorced. My ex-wife Alexis and I had been happy for 12 out of the 14 years of marriage. Then something changed. We stopped talking, we stopped having sex and we started fighting all the time. When I found her fucking my best friend in our living room, I moved out that same day and filed for divorce. Instead of parting amicably...
Killian arrived home late one night from the bar and removed his jacket and shoes, anchoring himself in his couch as he received a text. When he looked at the screen and didn't recognize the number, he opened the message... which turned out to be a picture. Killian's jaw dropped in awe, his eyes blown wide. He didn't know what to think at first. His mind...
It was the middle of the night when I awoke to the buzz of my phone. I was tired, only for a second, before I realized who it might be. Sure enough, a text from Brad read "Wake up. Lets play ;)" A smile crept across my face. My nipples hardened. It was days since my last text from my mysterious master. I tore off my bed sheets, revealing my naked body unde...
Act IV: Panties In the morning I awake refreshed, despite the fact that it seems as if the whole night through I've dreamt of panties: t-bars, g-strings, thongs, briefs, bikinis, hiphuggers, no-shows, and boy shorts -- mounds of the things piled high, a veritable smorgasbord of women's underwear, filmy fabric raining down from the sky like manna. The dreams...
Sex robot M3 day two continued. I had just finished reading the last message telling me to relax when I got the next one: M3 don't put the armband on until instructed. The transdermal patch could be harmful if you wear it unmonitored. I took a shower and got dressed; I was still so shocked I couldn't think straight. I just kept obsessing about what had h...
The day began like any other, my alarm sounded at the usual 7am and I quickly hit snooze and fell back to sleep. As the sun began to shine into my room, I rolled over and quickly noticed that my wife wasn't in bed with me. Her side of the bed looked to be untouched. I replayed to night before in my head to try and remember if I did something to piss her off...
He did take her home and they spent the afternoon alternately fucking and napping. They slipped back into the office at the end of the day to grab their things and leave again, each to their respective homes. She was absolutely glowing and energized. She texted him all the way home, still riding high. "I can't believe that we just did that. You bring out t...