Mutual Benefits Ch. 03

I exited out of fullscreen, grinning to myself. I could still picture the two girls going at it, clear as day. The entire video was practically embedded in my brain at this point. It was one of my absolute favorite porn videos; not a lot of plot - but you could tell from the way the girls touched each other that they actually cared for one another's pleasure. Since it was an amateur video, I was willing to bet that they were in a relationship in real life. Not that it was any of my business. I was just an avid fan. I used that video whenever I needed to "prime" myself - usually about half an hour before my wife came home. It'd become such a habit that I'd done it at the usual time today without even thinking about it, only to remember halfway through that my wife was going to be late. I probably should have turned the video off then and there. That would have been the smart thing to do. But then I hit the ten-twenty timestamp, where the brunette nips the blonde...

At first it had seemed like such a good idea. Rose and Anna, friends, then lovers, had agreed to live together while the city went into a lockdown because of the spread of a deadly virus. Initially, time together was fresh, new, it felt as though the world outside could not interfere with their happiness. But as the weeks wore on, the reality of living in a small, cramped apartment and dealing with the pressures of work, study and family began to show. A nasty argument broke out one morning as the pressure of being together for so long told. But the make-up sex had been great, and the two women vowed to learn from their row. A week later, Rose and Anna had gradually worked out a new routine together. Conscious of both time and space, they both tried to keep a distance from each other during work hours. Anna had numerous video calls during the day, but headphones helped reduce the noise. Rose kept to her upper-level study; online lectures, reading and study calls with friends taking u...

My name is Abby, I'm a mother of 3 beautiful children living with my husband out in the countryside. I have two handsome sons that are in college and one beautiful girl who just graduated from university. My oldest son, Zack, and daughter, Emily are only 1 year apart while my youngest son, Chris, is 5 years younger. During the pandemic, we experimented with different lifestyles and ended up being a family that practices incest. It wasn't something I'd ever expect my family would ever do but here we are now. It started when me and my husband, Derek, got a jacuzzi installed on our back patio. It was supposed to make up for the lack of beach visits due to the pandemic. Every day we'd have a little family night where we'd all hop in the jacuzzi together. Sometimes my husband would drink and get all frisky with me while our children watched. One night, my husband had a bit too much to drink and took off my bikini top. I tried to take it back but he used his height to w...

Chapter Six Kaboom Now, if I haven't blown apart your suspension of disbelief at this point, or made you laugh out loud just now and stop reading over the audacity it takes to compare myself to Angelina Jolie, please hear me out. This is what it all comes down to. He didn't know the why of my reactions, and I, in turn, wasn't able to appreciate what he was saying. We were going right past each other like bullet trains. As for that? Well, he was only zeroed in on this because we had been sexual together, applying an idea to me now, that he felt was perfectly reasonable. He felt was safe to say. And who wouldn't, under those circumstances, when considering what had gone down between us? What made it terrible, is how, without realizing it, I may have encouraged this moment to happen. You're sincere when you do it! Yeah? Well, look what came of it! There I sat with my friend getting it through to me where strong featured, long-limbed, svelte women like Angelina Jolie ...

Lucy was the kind of girl for whom the word "flaky" was invented. Not ditzy, not stupid, in fact she was relatively intelligent, but her mind ran at times as if it had consumed far too many red bulls. Like most things in her life, her style could be described as eclectic, as could her musical tastes, the movies she liked, the books she read, and more so than ever, the friends she kept. Her friendship group was not really a group at all. They were a series of singular friendships she had collected over the years and they had never actually all met each other or likely would. She was many things to many people, kind, caring, but also quite closed off too. An introverts introvert. To her friends, it would have amazed them completely to learn that Lucy was also a little kinky too... So it was one winters evening that Lucy found herself browsing through some predominantly fetid fetish social site and having clicked, skimmed and deleted the seemingly endless messages from men, of...

22 - Kamhet's Girl In the Castle Tavern, perched on the hill next to King Osta's Citadel high above the Port City of Cana, the tavern keeper Gan called over to Lilla, his newest girl. He was a large jolly man, friendly and caring towards his workers, soft and gentle, and even a little shy, truth be told. Lilla was beautiful, charming and polite, but with a fire in her eyes and a confidence in her bearing that poor Gan found more than a little disarming. "Yes Gan?," she said as she approached. "Here, let me help you with those cups." "Thankyou Lilla," he replied, surrendering the drying cloth to her. "Tell me, how many nights have you been with us my dear?" "Oh, this is my fourth." "Your fourth, indeed. Um, Lilla, you are a lovely girl, popular with my customers. I do like the way you make them welcome. You seem so keen to talk with them, to ask them about their lives. I can see that they really appreciate it. People - par...

I sat in my bay window, watching the children playing in the street for the millionth time. Every night, there I sat. I played my beloved Billy Joel albums and watched the children play. I saw Tommy Jones, Danny Frick, and Mark Fisher throwing a Nerf football around. It would be a minute, but Jimmy Spellman would run up from the next street over to join them. Jimmy was my son. I thought about how I could let myself get into a circumstance where the only way I saw my son was through my window. I thought if my ex-wife, Carrie, knew he was that close, she'd run him home. He always waved at me watching him and smiled. He was ten so he was old enough to get the gist of what happened between his mom, me, and her lover. Her "trade-up." I think it was the way she told me about her leaving me for Greg that killed me most. I came home from work on a normal Tuesday and said, "Jim, I'm pregnant." I picked her up and spun her in a hug, telling her how happy I was. The ...