My pretty wife joined me in the hotel lounge for drinks. She was wearing a stunning Little Black Dress, very short with her hard nipples clearly visible through the sheer top of the dress. Obviously, it was going to be an interesting night in Vegas! Braless, no less! She had many admirers, with her short dress hiked up, setting at a high-top table. After mor...
What follows is a continuation of my recounting of my first visit to Alex. The events described are largely true, but I can't recall precise conversations and those you see here are intended to simply capture the mood of things as I recall them. I've also attempted to describe the feelings and emotions I experienced at the time, with the caveat that those fe...
Chapter 6: A Night At The Swinger's Club This is a continuation of The Vacation, chapters 1-5 are recommended, but not necessary, reading. While the theme is primarily about lesbian sex, chapter 3 is listed under loving wives, and chapter 5 under group sex. All chapters are accessible by clicking on 'Wild Jay' under the title. * * * * * The crowd at the h...
Evelyn entered the hallway of the unassuming council house semi, just down the street opposite from her house. By contrast, hers was a large five bedroom detached neo-Georgian affair - as befitted the wife of a well paid solicitor. At the urging of her husband, they had both joined the group a few weeks earlier. The rules were simple. Each member couple coul...
"Want to make a more, uh, interesting bet?" I stared across the table into the steel gray eyes. They blazed with the fire of competition that characterized our relationship over the years. I too felt combative juices rising. Nothing short of an unequivocal answer would do. "Yes." "Since we started our business fifteen years ago, we've met the third Thur...
Well, high all - once again. Marcy and Paul here. Our last, re-written swinger's ad has been running a month or so now and with pretty good results. There have been a few groans of being too long and a few regarding it being to "regimented" you know numbered and all. Maybe we'll change it again but first let us tell you about what happened because of the ad....
Shortly after our son's school year had ended for the summer break, Kurt called me from work. "Abby, I have to go to Houston for a week-long conference. What do you think about the idea of joining me? It would be like a free vacation for you." "What would we do with our son?" "I already talked with my parents. They said they'd love to keep him if we dr...
The three of us were sitting in a small alcove in the Meadows bar, working on a very big problem. It was Thursday afternoon and we were on our second single malt. We usually played golf on Thursday afternoon, but today we were arguing about how to handle our mutual problem: Pedro. Pedro was our Mexican pool guy. And he was fucking our wives. It is a complic...
Susan reveals the friendships and family relationships lost over her need to write erotica. As a seemingly well adjusted, single woman on the surface, just as no one would know that I'm unemployed and still homeless, no one would know that I write erotica of all things to write. Who knew? Go figure. With my four, big, older brothers living in Ohio and Mich...
J. T. dashed the short block and a half from the subway to Club DanceFire, his heart thumping its strenuous objection to too many professional dinners, too few rounds of golf and the resultant pounds of flab. He zigzagged clumsily through the Friday night revelers like a man possessed, ignoring the pelting rain that blurred his vision and stung the generous...