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I started looking for fun away from home. At first locally but later, when my job involved a bit of travel with the occasional night away from home, further afield. I enjoyed picking up street prostitutes for sex, I've never felt any moral qualms about paying for sex. I didn't (and still don't) want an affair, I want sex, and I'm lazy. After I was married it was difficult to pick up girls in pubs or clubs and we went to parties as a couple. Once we were invited by a friend to a party which, he said "might get heavy", code for wife-swapping (no such thing as swingers in those days!) but al… Read more

Before we were married, S and I used to share a single bed when she came to see me during my final year at university; somehow we managed to enjoy ourselves. I graduated and I got a job back home and moved back in with my parents; my fiance (as she became) was living with hers. Opportunities for sexual activity were limited; we'd fuck on the couch or floor after parents went to bed or go out in the car and fuck in the back or behind a hedge. Having sex in the car felt rude and I got a taste for it. I was in love and marriage satisfied my emotional needs and, for a short while, my physical… Read more

Disclaimer: The contents of this tale are as true as I remember them. Some initials have been changed to protect the innocent (and not so innocent). If anyone who knows me recognizes me, please drop me a pm with my real name, I'd love to know which of my friends share my pervy inclinations. My best friend at school was K, we shared girly mags and wanked (in glorious solitude, at least in my case) over the naked tits shown; no cunt allowed back then, any suggestion of pubic hair, let alone cunt or arse-hole was airbrushed out, leaving girls looking like frogs. We lusted after girls toge… Read more