Work, work, work. Sometimes a boy just needs to play. But today I just had so much work to do. The day started off like any other. I had decided to work from home today. I slept in a little later than normal since I would not have to put up with the drive to work. My wife had already taken the kids up to school and had gone to work herself. So, the house was all mine. I got dressed in my work at home outfit of jeans. Quit...

My company is sending me to Wellington to train a new girl in the office. I am an HR manager and have been with my company for 14-years and occasionally, when a new girl is hired elsewhere in the country, I am sent to teach her "the ropes". This is only my third trip out of town in the last two years. I have been married to Bill for 16-years and have been completely faithful to him. He is a good husband and is very good t...

As I walked off plane and collected my bag, I spotted her. Even though she’d sent me a picture, I wasn’t sure if I’d recognise her, but there was no doubt in my mind, so I stepped up to her. “Anna?” She turned, bright green eyes wide, and after a second of hesitation, she smiled. “Paul?” We stood looking at each other for a few moments while the reality of the situation hit us. Here was a person I’d been very intimate wit...

I was lying in bed reading the Sunday paper. Nancy, my wife, had gone up to the rooftop of our hotel to get a massage in the poolside mini-spa. After an hour or so, the door opened and there she was in a pale green mini-dress and jandals. She had a bewildered look on her face. "How was it?" I asked. "You won't believe what just happened", she said. What else could it be? "You fucked the massage guy", I said. She smiled wr...

Ellen and I had been in Fiji for 3-days when we were sitting beneath a blue and white striped sun umbrella at an outdoor table, talking with a couple who'd suggested that we join them at the last available table. We were attired as typical tourists: they were in swim wear; I was wearing a flat straw hat, loud shirt and walking shorts, and Ellen was attired in a white sundress with a broad yellow ribbon tied into a headban...

Sarah pulled up to the motel unit Ross had described... he had told her stories about this sales rep Jean, who paid him monthly visits, and tonight Sarah had agreed to come along and watch him fuck her. Room 115 was the room number he gave her, but the door to that room was open. Sarah knocked on the door... no answer, only the sound of low moans coming from the deck outside. She stepped into the motel room and closed the...

“You have never actually met him, only exchanged email messages, so you certainly do not know him.... who is this man, what is he really like, what does he want, what do you want? You pull out the email note to read it again... “Ibis Hotel Room #621.... 8:00” is all it says. You are early... you pace the street looking in windows trying to look for things to distract you until 8:00; Kirkaldy’s are having a sale. But it is...