My name is James, and I'm a sex addicted cuckold. This is the story of how I was turned and the girl who turned me. I met Jen while on a weekend visit I stayed at a couples house that I was friends with. Jen was also staying with them, she had apparently left her previous boyfriend and wanted to be around her best friend. The attraction was instant, we fli...
(Thank you all for the incredible amount of response to the first story. I'm pretty certain that I'm not going to win but I'd rather have a stuffed mailbox than a check anyway!) * As soon as I understood what was happening I shoved Karen away from me. "What the fuck just happened here?" There was no fucking way that what I thought happened had actually occ...
I first met my wife whilst I was on a break in Durban, South Africa five years ago. I was based in Lusaka in the final year of a four year assignment in Zambia and I needed a week or two in a somewhat normal country and found a small but elegant beachside guest house on the internet and booked in for a week. The owner promised to send her daughter to meet me...
Chapter One – Katie's New Life by BrettJ © 2012 "Have a wonderful time in Europe, Mommy, Daddy," Katie Mitchell said as her parent's car left her at the gates of the Browning estate. She had only been there once before when Todd Browning, her father's boss, had held his annual summer barbecue. She remembered that she had almost gotten lost, because the B...
Chapter One "I can no longer be your assistant, Luke." is what started this downfall that you would call my life. You see things were good, America Molet had been a good assistant. Not the best but good. At thirty she was dependable and trustworthy to get her job done. She showed up on time, brought my coffee to me steaming hot and black without complaint...
What initially struck me about him was how he walked into a room and immediately assessed you from head to toe in a way that dripped machismo and sexism. I am sure this behavior is explained in great detail in some policy manual as harassment of some kind. And worse, he would follow his assessment by patting your shoulder. He did it in a way that left you...
I was at the beach and for some reason I was in a foul mood. Don't ask me why. I just was. I was strolling along the water's edge, kicking at the sand and daring the seagulls to crap on me. Now up ahead of me there's some excitement going on and people are piling out of the water and pointing and yelling. I finally spot what they're all pointing at. There'...
I nervously headed into the restaurant, the last member of the party to join the group. I knew Sue and Dave, but Dave had arranged for a friend of his to make up the foursome with us. All I knew was that his name was Ted and he was older. I’ve always preferred older men, but was wondering if Dave’s definition of Older was like mine. I also realize blind da...
This is one of a series of stories about our soft swing adventures. If you have not done so, please read our introduction to these entitled "Soft Beginnings". * I am Stephen, my wife is Marie. This is an account of a fairly recent adventure. We arrived at an RV park not too far from Mobile, Alabama for a week long stay. While sitting outside our motorhome...
All I really wanted to do was to take Donna back to my hotel, kiss every square inch of her skin and then fuck her senseless, and instead we were on our way to the most inane sounding art event in world history. "It's a double bill of 300 and 500 Days of Summer." I said, dumbfounded, repeating back to her what she'd just told me. "Yeah, my friend Evan has...