My name is Alexey, I'm thirty-two, and I'm a regular office guy—not a muscle man, not an alpha male, just a husband who loves his wife Olga more than anything in the world. We've been together for six years, and our sex has always been normal: gentle, predictable, a couple of times a week. But Olga... she changed after we started going to this new fitness center on the outskirts. She's twenty-eight, and her body is on fire: firm C-cup breasts, a flat stomach, a round ass that I loved to squeeze at night. She's always been active, but when that black trainer Darius showed up, everything went to hell. Darius was a monster. Two meters tall, shoulders wider than a doorway, skin the color of dark chocolate, muscles rolling beneath him like steel cables. All the women in the gym were staring at him, and he'd smile that toothy grin and say in a deep bass voice, "Lady, let's do another set." Olga signed up for his personal training a month ago. At first,... continue reading

There are fantasies that live in your head for years. You replay them before bed, adding details, removing unnecessary parts, but you never think they'll actually happen. And then Friday happens, a bottle of red wine, and my husband, looking me straight in the eye, says, "Let's do it. Right now." It was his idea. Or rather, it was my secret, which he dragged out of me six months ago when we'd had too much to drink and gotten too personal. I blurted out, blushing like a freshman, that I was turned on by contrast. That I, a blonde with pale skin, had always been turned on by the thought of what it was like to be the center of such attention... from black guys. My husband chuckled strangely, but dropped the subject. And then yesterday I brought it up again. "Just make sure I don't take pictures," he said, adjusting the camera on his phone. "And I'm in charge of the parade." I thought he was joking. Until the doorbell rang. There were three of... continue reading

Opening the door softly, Cheryl peered into Tim's room. He lay on his bed on his stomach and enthusiastically examined a glossy magazine. Entering the room and closing the door behind her, she silently approached him and peered over his shoulder. On the page, a luxurious mature woman had sex with two men. One was a tall, muscular guy about 25 years old, and the other was still very young, about the age of Tim. A tall guy fucked a woman from behind, and she, standing on all fours, sucked a strong swollen penis of a guy. The boy was apparently close to orgasm, and accelerated the movements of the woman, clutching her hair and driving his cock as deep as possible into her bottomless throat. The pre-orgasmic expression on his face was very well captured by the photographer, and well conveyed all the dynamism and emotional richness of the scene.

- And you think your father will like it when he finds out that you take his magazines? Cheryl asked in a whisper.

Taken by surprise, Tim was c... continue reading