My wife and I like sex in many ways. She has always been open-minded about sex and this was one of the reasons I married her. She was free and open with her body when we were dating and indulged my fantasies. Many of my fantasies involved her naked in public, flashing truckers, shoe shopping with a short skirt and no panties, and just general flashing. Another of my fantasies involves fueling her freedom to do what she likes when she finds some interest. This fantasy involves her having sex with other men.

I saw you watching me in the library, so I quickly moved to another aisle and opened a large book in front of my face, but when I checked to see where you were, you were gone, had disappeared. I returned my attention to reading and browsing, thinking nothing more of it than, "Just my imagination."

I moved to the back of the room to peruse the magazine rack and suddenly you were here, standing right here in front of me! You tear the magazine from my grip, toss it onto a shelf, bend me backwards, and kiss me hard.

You wound me deeply, finding some kind of perverse pleasure in it, and I am thinking of all the things I want to say... do, while you stand there in the doorway, lazily smoking your cigarette.

There’s a self satisfied smirk twisting your lips and I close my eyes, picturing myself slapping it from your face, hearing the resounding crack, letting it echo through the halls of my mind, and feeling the fulfillment of my hand connecting with your cheek.

I knew that I should have left the house sooner but didn't count on my neighbor, Tina, stopping by for a "short visit." She just kept talking, no matter how many times I told her that I had to go! Now I'm stuck in traffic on the highway and I don't want to miss your train. You’ve been away on business for months and I can’t be late. I am gripping the wheel frantically, as my fingernails dig into my palms,

"Damn the luck! Damn you, Tina," I curse under my breath.

Laura settled back on the settee, nervous, yet sexually excited. She enjoyed her ‘fantasy nights’ with her husband Tom.
She could feel the coldness of the steel handcuffs that bound her wrists firmly behind her back and she could also feel her own dampness between her thighs. Wearing a thin black dress with just a pair of black stockings and suspenders underneath, she could feel a chill too. She was also in darkness. A black silk scarf covered her eyes to give everything added effect.

She never planned on having an affair. It was just something that happened. She loved her husband and other men rarely crossed her mind, but then there was Tom, her husband's friend.

I've always had great relationship with my daughter; she's my confidant and my best friend. She always was, since she could talk.

My husband died tragically several years ago. This brought Sally and I even closer together, and I thanked God for the strength we gave each other.

Sally was only 14 when her father died, so I was alone to guide her through her adolescence.