Australian Penthouse

Over the years, my sex life with my husband, Leon, has really started to fizzle. We used to get it on every night, then once a week, followed by once a month, and now even less. I’ve watched my weight and taken care of myself, but it doesn’t seem to be enough for him. Then I learned that there were rumours going around he was cheating on me, and I was very upset, but he simply denied it, so I let it go. I didn’t forget, however. (continue reading…)

My wife, Ann, is five-foot-six and has blue-green eyes that would melt any guy’s heart. She is 28 years old and very shy. For the first six years of our marriage, she was extremely diffident about sex, and after all that time I still had not got a blowjob from her. (continue reading…)

I’d just lost my job and was feeling depressed, so I went to my friend Danny’s house, but he wasn’t home. Margaret, his wife, was, and she invited me in to have a drink and chat.

We’d been talking for a while when she put her arms around me and said, “There, there.” A moment later, we shared a quick kiss, and then we shared another and another, each one longer than the last. (continue reading…)

When my husband, Mike, told me he’d be away on business for a week, I was understandably upset. But then he softened the blow by tell­ing me that his friend and co-worker, Tim, would also be going. “So you and Angie will be left to your own de­vices …” he said, his voice trailing off in a tantalising way. You see, I’d confessed to Mike that I found Angie, Tim’s wife, totally hot. With her black curls, green eyes, freckled cheeks and sunny smile, she always makes me laugh, and she’s so cute that she turns on even this mostly straight, married woman. (continue reading…)

We’d been at the strip club for a while, and my stack of tipping dollars had started to dwindle. I’d been sticking them into the bras and underwear of all the big-breasted babes who danced my way, loving how the crisp cards looked against their pale skin. My cock had got hard from just watching them, but they didn’t have my full attention—most of that be­longed to my wife, Caitlin. (continue reading…)

When my wife Heather said she had a surprise for me for my birthday, I was pretty sure I knew what it was. I’d been hinting that I wanted to visit the new strip club in town, and since she’s bisexual and loves a good lap dance as much as I do, it seemed a sure thing. However, she insisted on keeping my gift a secret, so I wasn’t sure what to expect and was cer­tainly shocked when she finally unveiled her present. After a sump­tuous meal featuring all my favourite foods, she told me to go in the liv­ing room, sit in my favourite chair and keep my eyes closed. (continue reading…)

My brother-in-law Jim had me bent over a deckchair, and was still coming in me, when I saw Dave, my husband, taking photos. He didn’t say a word, just turned around and went inside the house. I told Jim to go home, threw a summer dress over myself and went to face the music. (continue reading…)

I was so excited for my first gangbang. My husband set it up for me with a bunch of our swinger friends, and I’d been looking forward to it for weeks. I was finally going to get to have half a dozen men to fuck all my holes, one after the other, and then come all over me. It was a sexy dream come true! (continue reading…)

Last month, my wife Georgia and I were at a cocktail party at a friend’s house. We were talking with the host of the party when he introduced us to Logan, a handsome business associate of his. Logan was married, but he was at the party alone since his wife was off visiting family. (continue reading…)

I’m a 37-year-old married man, and recently my wife and I decided to spice things up a bit. (continue reading…)

As my wife Cheryl laid on the li-lo in our friend Howard’s pool, Howard asked her, “Where did you get such a small bikini?”

“The lingerie store I work in sells all kinds of sexy clothing, from thongs to bikinis to teddies and nightgowns,” Cheryl responded.

“You’re a lucky bloke,” Howard told me. (continue reading…)

My name’s Anita and I’m 24-years-old. My husband Joey encouraged me to write this letter about what happened a month ago.

It all started when my friend Louisa called, inviting us to a ‘come as you are’ party. All I was wearing at the time was a tiny top and see-through knickers. I lied to Louisa and told her I was wearing shorts and a T-shirt. Joey overheard me and, after I’d hung up, he asked why I lied to Louisa. (continue reading…)