Mutual Benefits Ch. 03

Consequences of Wife Sharing The following is a work of fiction and has no resemblance to any actual events or people. It deals with themes of wife sharing and voyeurism and the consequences of participating in activities of an adult nature. If this is not your thing then please move on. * It was just over a year ago when it started. The message had popped into the "my messages" section on the adult contact website I had been a member of for the last few years. The sender was shown as "Intymates" and it said, "I want you to fuck my wife." So, let me fill you in on some background. My name is Hal, I am fast approaching fifty, divorced three years ago with two grown up kids. I live alone, am comfortable financially and enjoy the freedom of having casual sexual encounters. I am not looking for a relationship and I don't spend my time hunting pussy. I have had quite a few encounters via the site and one or two have been repeated but I don't count mys

It had been some time since Jack had heard from Mrs Walker. He'd hung out with Paul a few times since, but thankfully he didn't seem to be aware of his rendezvous with his mother. He'd never hear the end of it if he found out, and it'd probably bring an end to their years-long friendship. Just as he was beginning to forget about her, she gave him a phone call. He looked at his phone, puzzled as to who could be calling since only the number showed. "Hello?" He answered. "Hi, Jack dear. It's Carol." "Oh, hello Mrs Walker." "I just wanted to say thanks again for making Sam's birthday so memorable." "That's alright, I'm glad you both enjoyed it." He didn't particularly want her to be bringing it back up, but here they were. "I wanted to give you the opportunity to see some skin for yourself after showing so much for us -- I'm having the girls from work over for a pool party. It'll be a good

As he pushed the clutch shifting into fourth, the low drone of the engine steadily hummed and he made his way down the highway. His mind wandered back and forth between his work day and the years he worked diligently, living beneath his means and saving for a life he dreamed of. It was an easy way to kill the time between leaving the city and reaching home and often something he did, so as to not forget just how good he finally had it. His children had spread about, his girls staying behind to finish school, while his son moved to be closer to him across the United States and held down a job just across the boarding state of Virginia. The depths of pride he held for the man and women they had grown into beamed from him with every thought of them. It was a blessing he was so very grateful for. It was beginning to get dark. Only quick flashes of light peppered through the tall trees lining the dirt road he turned onto with the sun beginning to set. The sky was changing with brushes of

I always loved the sight of a working man. You know, high vis vest, tool belt, scruffy looking hair and tight shorts. There was something about it that just oozed sex appeal for me. I was a 22-year-old blonde Instagram influencer back in my younger days, trying to make some extra cash by modelling random clothes and trying to hook up some sort of sponsor. I was hot, well in my eyes I was anyway. Long blonde hair to the middle of my back, long legs, nice firm toned ass, with a tad twerking ability as well. It was a hot summers day, no one was home, but my dad had organized a tradesman to come over and fix some wooden beams or something in my backyard. I was sunbaking on the hot day on the grass just above our inground pool. The pool wasn't that big and was covered by a pergola, it was more of a spa than a pool. I stretched out on the cabana, blonde hair tied up in a bun, pink bikini top and black bottom which was more like a thong to be honest. My body was immaculate at that age.

031 Just Hang'n on a Friday night with My Guys. Pt 1 The next day there was the expected tense meetings about the previous days crisis. I finally got the mahogany row crew to understand that all is under control, 94% complete with the temporary solution, and none of the data was stored anywhere but on the customers hardware. Shortly after that I got a visit from someone in the HR department to discuss proper attire while at work. I explained that I had a "wardrobe malfunction" and in no way would I ever come to work in a fashion unbecoming. As my office is in a very secure area the trash doesn't get emptied as I specifically requested maintenance staff be taken off the door so that their badges wouldn't unlock the magnetic lock. I reached over in the trash can and pulled out my bra that failed. As I pulled it out and showed it to the lady from HR she seemed a bit startled, her eyes popped open wide and her head jolted back just a little. Laying the bra on my des