Age Gap Stories

Every afternoon the house goes quiet. Husband at the bank. Kids at school. In-laws snoring down the hall. Tina locks the bedroom, drops her saree, and fucks herself while staring at the heavy breasts she wishes someone else would suck. Then college-shy Koe calls from Ahmedabad. She invites him for lunch. Tight kurti. Accidental lingerie photo. Laundry basket left like bait. He lasts one bathroom break before her hand is on him and his is inside her married house. One frantic afternoon becomes a

I walked into the bathroom and was amazed; what I had caressed in the car had doubled in size. I asked if he’d mind if I applied gel to his back. "Why would I mind?" Wamba said. "It’ll be a pleasure." I stripped and stepped into the shower with the gel, coating my breasts and belly. I moved behind him, and we pressed our bodies together in an embrace; my breasts slid against his back. I brought my gel-slicked hands around to his waist, grabbed his cock, and began to stroke it passionately. There

Margot is 48, a cellist who stopped playing the day she married. Her husband Edmund, 57, looks at his Steinway more than he's looked at her in years. So she starts knocking it out of tune, just enough to bring Ansel, the 25-year-old tuner with perfect pitch and patient hands, back every Thursday while Edmund works across the courtyard. A slow-burn affair of near-misses, stolen afternoons and a recital with forty guests. Can she stay quiet until the final chord?

Widowed father Adam takes his daughter and her two friends to an all-inclusive Aruba resort. Determined to end his four-year celibacy, the young women draw him into an increasingly uninhibited holiday of age-gap encounters, bisexual experimentation and group sex.

Eight years after being a student in her honors class, Alan Yeager runs into his old teacher at a conference. A change in perspective causes him to look at her in a much different light. / (Reviews)

With rain ruining his weekend at Lake George, truck driver Mark accepts a chess challenge from rugged older technician Don. The game leads to candid conversation, a private wager and an invitation Mark cannot dismiss. By morning, he has explored a side of himself he had never been ready to acknowledge.

A late-night laundry run introduces young divorcée Elaine to Pamela, a confident Englishwoman staying in the building. Their conversation over tea awakens a curiosity Elaine has never explored. By morning, she assumes their passionate encounter is over—until a package at her door suggests Pamela has other plans.

Summer 1973 finds nineteen-year-old Jack Buchanan doing menial work at a Manhattan art museum. When an embarrassing accident proves he knows how to keep a secret, personnel director Abigail Porter recognizes a rare quality: discretion. At sixty-three, Abigail knows exactly what she wants—and offers Jack a private position that could make this his most educational summer yet.

Juliet only wants help understanding the company’s new computer software. Jeremy is happy to teach her, even if it means staying late. But when the widowed secretary offers the nineteen-year-old clerk the spare bed in her hotel room, professional gratitude develops into a private lesson neither intends to repeat—or can resist repeating.

Heather saved her best Sunday lesson for last!