Finding a like minded couple to join us in a foursome was easy. Finding the right couple was not. We had specific requirements. About our age and in our income group, and no kids, not at home anyway. We used dating sites of course, we joined, but we did not post. Instead we trawled through what was on offer. We met Edward and Megan for the first time at a popular gastro-pub where we would not be noticed. Megan was a G.P....

Life returned to a kind of normality. We fucked, but we didn't make love. It was relief sex, better than wanking, but clinical. Ther was still no kissing. Actually, that's not true, she would let me kiss her cunt, but not her mouth. She wouldn't suck my cock. It was about a month since I had made the biggest mistake of my life, fucking Lisa, when Gemma came home excited. “It's all arranged,” she said. “On Saturday, somebo...

I can't even remember what caused the spat. Something I'd done or said, no doubt trivial. But she had taken offence and was still simmering. ‘She’ being my second wife Gemma. Whatever it was had caused her to turn her back on me in bed for over a week, no sex during that time other than me wanking myself off in the privacy of the bathroom. She only spoke to me when she absolutely had to. That Saturday was a big day for he...

I really needed a wank. I have been known to do it while driving, but the motorways are so busy, cameras everywhere. I was on my way home after two days of hard sell to a reluctant customer. “We’ll be in touch.” They had said. I could do no more. The next morning, I set off for home. My boss had just called to say that they had signed. I had an erection, success makes me horny. If they had signed yesterday, I would have t...

She was head of sales, I was a junior engineer. She was Canadian, the company was Canadian, we were the U.K. branch. Her name was Nicole, but behind her back, he blokes called her Whoopie, which was both cruel and inaccurate. She was gorgeous, all the men letched and lusted after her. There probably wasn't a man in the company who wouldn't have risked all for a night in her company. There probably wasn't a man in the comp...

One of my many fantasies, in theory the easiest to fulfil, was to suck my own spunk from my wife's cunt after having filled it. Somehow, after my climax, it did not seem like such a good idea. Is it something to do with the curse of all men, the desire for sleep immediately after ejaculation? Possibly, but when I'm feeling horny, I can usually fuck her again after just a few minutes, but the desire to drink my own spunk h...

Tilly was on top, astride me. My erect cock was between her legs, peeled back and ready for entry, but pressing against the cleft between her buttocks. She slowly dry humped it. She leaned down and kissed me, her firm tits gently pressing my chest. “How many today?” I asked softly. “Two.” She replied. “Only two?” “Only two. But I sucked another and wanked two more, so two and three halves if you like.” Tilly is a masseues...

The bar filled up quickly and noisily, there must have been a conference. As usual, they all stood at the bar. As usual, they all tried to out shout each other. Non-conference guests, including me, soon filled the lounge tables. I would have my usual one drink and retire to my room. The woman stopped dead when she saw the crowd, looked around for a table and turned to leave. “Would you like this table?” I asked. “I will b...

Simon slowly withdrew his long thin cock from Lynn's arsehole, his still hard shaft glistening in the low light, wet with lubricant and his own spunk, the rest of which was still deep inside Lynn's arse. Lynn is my wife. Was I jealous? How could I be? My own cock was balls deep inside the tight arsehole of Simon's wife, Jenny. Lynn was supporting herself on her knees and one elbow, the fingers of her other arm busy betwee...

We all fantasise about it, we all watch it on porn, with a mixture of horror and envy, as a man performs a cream pie clean up, sucking freshly delivered spunk from a woman's cunt. Either his own or someone else's. Lovely! We have all intended to do it ourselves, but men are cursed by the disappearance of desire as soon as the spunk has been delivered. Next time. You promise yourself. But for most of us, it never happens....

I admit it, it was entirely my fault. I was looking at my phone and went arse-over-tit not knowing that if he penetrated this most private hole, she would come instantly, the pavement. The phone was a write-off and I had a bloody nose for my sins, fortunately not broken. But the owner of the wheeled suitcase which had been my downfall, was very apologetic. It was a while until I was able to see through my tears, we recogn...

The next day it was my turn to be dom. Fully recovered from the excesses of the previous day, we were raring to go. I was going to give as much as I had received, to make him beg for release. His cock was already hard as I secured him to the bed. Spreadeagled, the straps tight. He could move, but not much. I straddled his face, making sure that I did not make contact with his straining cock. I didn't want to risk a misfir...

My husband and I (Sounds a bit regal doesn't it?) had been married for eight years, we had tried most things that a couple can do and were running out of ideas. It would be wrong to say that we had become jaded, but we were looking for new pleasures, but that might mean involving others, with all the associated problems. My husband is a skilful and considerate lover. He would say the same about me. Since our marriage, we...

It was the usual, characterless corporate hotel. Not the one my company usually used. This one was in the middle of London's theatreland, so in addition to the residents there were people having theatre dinners. They had now mostly gone leaving just the mostly male residents. There had been the usual handful of working girls, but even they had been taken. I was no different to the rest, I used professionals when I was in...

My dream car was a 1992 Alfa-Romeo Spider. I can see some of you wrinkling your nose, but I had very personal reasons for wanting one. I paid a car finder to track one down and he found one. Red. Perfect. Convertible. Perfect. Left hand drive. Not perfect. And it was in Italy. But our little group of very close friends, agreed to travel with me to collect it and to turn the trip into a holiday. When I say close friends, I...