Married at a young age, I had little sexual experience when I met my husband. The only previous experience that I had was once on a date I got fingered a little. When I met my now husband, we dated a short time before things started to get sexual. It didn't take long before I knew I liked it and liked it a lot. This first story was our introduction to what I guess one would call the lifestyle. We had been married a couple...

Chapter One My fiancé, Grant, and I had been together for years. With the wedding coming up, I had no doubts that he was my person. Still, I couldn’t help but wonder how our relationship would change over time, when we got older, when life happened, when we weren’t the same people we were at the start. I knew that was normal. We'd both already changed so much. When we first met, I was still coming off my wild phase. I’d g...

Part 1 Chapter 1 Before Sandy passed away, Jay was really pushing her outside of her comfort zone and stretching her boundaries. She knew he loved her and that he would never let her get hurt in any way. She also knew that he had always been right about what she would enjoy sexually, even when she thought he was crazy for suggesting some of the things he did. But this time, Sandy thought Jay’s request had gone too far. Sh...

It had been a few months since that night. Sean was healed now mostly. The cast was off, the limp was slight, and his friends were no longer at his beck and call. But something from that night hadn’t faded. We’d been wild since. Experimental. Dirtier than I ever thought we’d dare. There were nights where we couldn’t keep our hands off each other, where I’d whisper filth into his ear and he’d get hard just from the memory...

I was sitting at my desk and my cock was throbbing for the naked pussy of my wife’s best friend. She was laying just a few strides away from me, on the couch which she’d slept on, in the room adjacent to my office. I was looking down at my cock which was poking out from underneath the waistband of my pajamas, when I heard a soft knock at the door. In my desperation not to be discovered in such an aroused state, I jumped u...

For a while, life continued as normal. Kelly and I never spoke about what happened that night on her couch, mainly due to our partners being present at every meeting. The following weekend, I went to Kelly and Tom’s to drop off some spare car parts for Tom’s old Ford that we were rebuilding together. When I arrived, Kelly answered the door. She wore a polka-dot summer dress and fishnet tights. She told me that Tom had gon...

I had always been attracted to my wife's best friend, Kelly. Kelly was 5”4, curvy with black hair that came down to just above her large chest. She had an array of tattoos that leant into her overall goth look. Her figure was great; she had curves in all the right places. Her ass was well-rounded and she often wore tight clothing to show it off. Kelly was my wife’s best friend, and along with her husband, Tom, we’d spend...

Grady sat on the couch listening to the two women banter about what he considered nonsense. His wife, Shara, and her best friend, Monae. They had been friends since they were five-year-old kids growing up on the streets of Edmundson Village in Baltimore. Monae still lived near the village, and Grady and Shara had moved fifteen minutes southwest to Catonsville. The distance was close enough that the two of them found time...