I’d asked her to make me her cuckold. I’d pushed her to other men, superior men. But I failed when she finally did, you can’t jump half way across a puddle. When I went all in, our love finally transformed. — My wife was invited to a party on her boss's yacht for an end of summer party. Later that Saturday, a package arrived with a bikini and a card. “What’s that honey?” I asked. “It’s what he wants me to wear to the party,” she said, reading the note.

I should have known there was only one guy in my life that wouldn’t let me down. — I walked home. The guy was a fucking jerk. Dutch on a second date? What a prick. But the night air felt good, and I was home early. Tonight was going to be his night too. His loss. The problem was; I had worked myself up for it. …

My husband always wanted to see me with a black man. My friend Joseph has been coming on to me low key for years. We’d joke about how black guys fuck and their size. He’d say it was an exaggeration. But I wondered so… one day… — “Joe?” I said. “Yeah?” “Do you really not have a big dick?” “Depends on what you’re used to. I guess.” “Can I see it?” “But you’re married?” “Yeah. But what you don’t know is that we are swingers. And I am married, but I’m available. I feel like you’re into…

Sure, I’ve had opinions about things. I have seen the news, listened to Blair White on YouTube. It all seemed so… Unnatural to me. Until I fell in love. — ** Note: This is some very new content, and it will throw you off a bit if you’re a regular reader so hang on. This was inspired by my subscribers on substack, bless their hearts. Probably not what they were expecting, but it just came to me. Hope you guys…

You hear about it; you wonder why they do it? But it’s obvious once you have done it. — The shower felt good after the long drive. Staying with my army buddy was going to save me some money as I drove across the US to meet my fiancé in Oregon. We actually met online and about a year ago we agreed to meet, which we did. Originally Agreeing…

Sometimes opening your legs for other men, makes you appreciate the trust the one at home has. — I have wanted to do it for my husband for a long time. He has suggested three-ways and sharing over the last two years. And I have to say that I was immediately into the idea, as a fantasy. …

Chaperoning a dance at the church, I had a moment. — I was not prepared for the dance. I hate doing anything with the youth group, honestly. At 58, I have had my fun with irrational teens and their pranks. But they make teens different these days. All us old folks say that, don’t we? Why is that? I already had…

When you're a cast iron bitch running a company, you select a husband who’s weak and controllable. But often that gets in the way of having fun as a woman. — I sat nervously in the chair, not knowing what to expect. Almost a little scared. The man, who stood center in the room, had been recommended by our swingers club as the best. He certainly seemed to be convinced he was. I’d had problems letting go. Having fun. But a…

Medium changes, and Where that leaves the fiction writers like me? Some information and a call to action. — I debated doing this post all month now. I didn’t want to, it just sounds like complaining and sour grapes. But I went through some shit recently and this has been very stressful, so, I thought I’d try to explain reasonably and make an ask. Smut has always been on the chopping block. Because I love the art…