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Three’s Good Company

But I didn’t want to make her suffer. I didn’t want her to think that she had to sacrifice her sex life just because I couldn’t get it up. So, after a long conversation, I agreed to let her have an affair. However, it was going to be in our home, under my watchful eye. Besides, I thought that maybe watching another man with my wife might help to kickstart something in my mind. And lower.

So we did what most other swinging couples do. We put an advertisement on CraigsList and kept an eye out for someone who we both agreed was a good choice. Of course, my views were a bit skewed. Sure, I’d agreed to this, but there’s something just kind of off about knowing that you’re going to be watching someone fuck your wife.

Living the Dream

Sitting in my car, I listened to the engine tick and thought about why I had come to the party tonight. I didn’t know a soul who would be there except for Ellen, and my social skills aren’t anything worth flaunting. Ellen had graced my imagination during my masturbatory indulgences for the past ten years, but I still had not found the right opportunity to tell her how I felt about her.

When I’d first met her, she was married, and now, a decade later, she was still tied to the same man. Since the time of that first meeting, I had also gotten married, but that had in no way diminished the frequency...or nature...of the thoughts that filled my head. The voice of reason chimed through my mind now: No reason to risk the things you have, Joey. Desires are sometimes better left that way.

I Live to Serve

My smile grew slightly; she was learning. She knew what had to be done. I sat straddling Teresa, her eyes glistening in the candle’s light, as I tightened the restraints on her wrists. I wanted to make sure there was no chance of escape. A smirk appeared at the corners of her lips, but it was fleeting and almost went unseen. “Are you enjoying yourself?”

The smirk returned. “Very much so, Master.”

Cassie, Gladys, Me and the Money

I looked at them both and forced out a smile. I knew it was obvious that I wasn’t happy about being kept later than I had originally anticipated, but standing in the back office with these two made it a bit more tolerable. Motioning toward the piles of money, I looked at the pair of ladies in the corner. “So, what seems to be the problem?”

Like Winning the Lottery

There are some things that you never expect to happen, yet you continually try to make happen anyway. For example, high up on the list of things that I never expect to actually happen are: winning the lottery, marrying Rose McGowan, and writing a best-selling novel. The story that I’m about to tell you falls under the same category: things I never expected to have happen. But, unlike those other three, this one actually came true...though, looking back, I still can’t believe that it did.

Gloryhole Goddess

I’ve always had a thing for gloryholes. I think the anonymity of them is attractive, and there’s little chance that you’ll ever find out who’s on the other side. But suggesting something like that to Julie wasn’t going to be easy. She seemed to be quite content with the sex life we had, though I wanted something more. It wasn’t that I didn’t love her or enjoy sex with her—it was far from that. I just wanted to spice it up a little. Change it from the typical missionary position. Doggie-style was even a stretch at times.

Going All In 

Meg and I wanted to spice up our relationship by adding a little new talent to the bedroom. We truly loved each other, but after being together for almost ten years, the flame was starting to grow a little dim. It wasn’t that we weren’t having great sex, it was more of an issue of doing the same things over and over with little change in the variety. Sure, toys were great and we had tried and liked some other sexy activities with hot wax, and a little bondage. But, we both agreed that adding someone new could make it a little more interesting. So, imagine my excitement when Meg came home and told me that she had put an ad in the paper for a “poker party,” in hopes that people would get the playful undertones and respond with a taste more our speed.

I Don’t Want to Know Your Name

“What? You’re saying you are crazy?”

“Hey, pal. Crazy people make the best lovers.”

It was my turn to chuckle, “Touché. My name is....”

“I don’t want to know your name.”

I leaned back in the chair. “You don’t want to know my name?”

She shook her head. “Nope. I want to have a conversation with you, and whatever happens after that is up to you. My boyfriend broke up with me, and I just want someone to talk to without any strings attached. Whatever happens is what happens. Don’t put too much into it.” She smiled. “Besides, isn’t a little mystery what makes things interesting?”

In a Cool Atlanta Library 

She pointed to book shelves at the back of the library. “Well, there are lots of fantasy books like the one you’re reading. Since you’re a fan of Stephen King, you might like some of the other authors that have a similar writing style,” she said. She started walking towards the back of the library. “We have a display in the back with authors you might like. Please follow me and I’ll be more than happy to show you.”

I did as she asked, noticing the library was practically empty. But as we walked, I was hypnotized by her nicely rounded behind and her swinging hips in front of me. As she walked, they swung in such an enticing rhythm. It was like there was a tune playing in her head.

She stopped suddenly to show me the book display, but I was so focused on her behind, I walked right into her. I put my hands around her waist to stop myself, but my crotch went right into her ass. And to make matters worse, I didn’t remove my hands immediately. I left them there for a few seconds.