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Chapter 9. Phil they let it for self catering when not using the cottage themselves, and offered us the use of it. It’s a long drive for just a few days but at least it was a break. Arriving at the cottage in the early hours of Saturday morning we didn’t do much that first day, although hubby did pop out to a nearby pub in the evening and returned in a somewhat animated state. He refused to disclose what had excited him, saying only that I’d find out tomorrow. Naturally I was intrigued and when hubby suggested a Sunday lunchtime drink in the same pub agreed, curious to see…

Special thanks to my editor, Etaski, whose patience and pointers have helped knock a lot of rough edges off this story. —– I consider myself to be well adjusted. I mean I dated in high school, made out in cars, lost my virginity to a boy under the bleachers at our school’s football field one night. I experimented in college a little, though before my years there ended I did my more “interesting” explorations of my sexuality elsewhere. I had the money by that time to be able to leave my last class on a Friday afternoon and be in an exotic location somewhere else in the world in a…

I met him when I was in high school. I had just come home from school and was dripping wet. My high school is only a block away from my stepfather’s neighborhood (my mother moved both of us and my cat, who got hit by a car trying to go home, to his house). After shutting the door, I dripped on the rug and yelled at the top of my lungs, “MOM, YOU ARE NOT GOING TO BELIEVE WHAT THAT BITCH NIKKI WATSON DID TO ME TODAY!” The rain had only heightened my infuriation throughout the day. Suddenly, a gorgeous male stepped out of the hall. My mouth dropped as…

“Ah damn!” he muttered under his breath as he saw the obstruction on the tracks up ahead. Reaching for the brake, he dropped his eyes from the track just long enough to miss the flash of color just inside the tree line. The train squealed to a stop and he stood up and hollered back, “James! Help me get this shit off the track!” Within seconds, James appeared. As they stepped down off the train, two ladies rode out of the woods with rifles pointed directly at them. “Hello Gentlemen,” called the dark haired woman as she dismounted from a coal black stud. “We came to relieve you of your…

I had just arrived home after spending several weeks visiting my daughter and son, when my phone rang. I picked it up and a familiar voice said, “Welcome home, John.” “It is so good to hear your voice, Tracy, I missed you.” “I missed you, too, John” she responded. While I was gone, we had spoken on the phone a number of times and had made arrangements to get together the evening I got home. “Hungry?” she asked. “Actually, yes I am. It was a long trip and I haven’t eaten since breakfast.” “I made some vegetable soup and have some warm bread. Would you like to come for supper?”…

Three AM, and they were both awake. The previous evenings anniversary meal at a top London restaurant had been wonderful, but too much rich food and champagne, an unusually warm night and, in her case, driving lesson nerves, meant neither slept well. She turned to pick up her tablet computer hoping a few chapters of Jane Austen would bore her to sleep. He was restless as well and happy to read. “Want a chapter of Rosie?” he asked. He loved “Cider with Rosie” and enjoyed sharing it with her. A prose poem novel about life in an English village 100 years ago. Its sensuous language seemed a part of the…

This is a true story although I have changed the names to protect the guilty. I am not proud of cheating with the girlfriend of a brother in arms but in the end, no harm was done. * I served as a Lieutenant in the Army in the late 1980s and early 1990s as an infantry officer at Fort Bragg. I lived with a fellow officer and friend in a two story apartment off base. My roommate Chris was an infantry officer as well and we had gone through Ranger and Jump school together. Chris’ girlfriend, Martie, eventually followed him to Bragg after she lost her job as a sales…

You walk into the bedroom with a long face after a hard day at the office. I tell you that I know just how to make everything all better, so I take you by the hand and lead you into the bathroom where all the lights were out and about a dozen candles were lit. You can smell the flowery scent in the air and already you feel the blood flowing to your pussy in anticipation. I tell you that you don’t have to do a thing and to just relax. As I lean over and give you a passionate kiss, I start to undo your blouse, then roll it…

Kurt was my 1st in a few categories. 1st BBC, gave me my first oral orgasm, 1st man I had intercourse with while married, 1st man I gave head while being married & looking back I guess he was the one & only man that shared me. He was very attractive & I had a crush on him since High School where he worked Security. He was now a cop & he packed a BIG gun, LOL. The only one with a bigger cock than Kurt was the NFL player one night stand I had a few years later. This is the 1st time we had intercourse. Since our 1st…

I tripped down the stairs and my dick fell in your sister. I’m not proud of myself. But I won’t spout that ‘it just happened’ bullshit. I take full responsibility for my actions. I’m not dumb enough to try to sell my wife some flat out lie where I tripped down the stairs and somehow my dick landed in her little sister. Oops. Of course I am hoping the issue never comes up at all, but these things have a way of coming out. It’s not like I don’t love my wife. I do, but…well, let me explain. I knew Chelsea from high school and while we didn’t date back…