While I was away from home for a year or more, Linda knew that she would have to find her own 'entertainment' as I had told her to. She delayed it as long as possible at first, but then began going out on the hunt. Her reluctance to find new partners cost her much frustration, but eventually she knew she had to have something to relieve the heat throbbing be...
This is the "other side" of my story, "The Gift". It's written by my husband, Tucker, who (after a GREAT DEAL of 'wifely encouragement') decided to comply with my request. As I promised him, I make no claim to this story -- it's in Tucker's own words, but tells of the event through HIS eyes . I was surprised to see that he remembered the events of that night...
Note: Please read "W.A.W.C. Club" before reading this story. I have received many letters wanting to know why the main character Tom Seneca didn't inform the other husbands better, or show the now coveted sex videos of the club's female membership. Well he did! So here is the story and the aftermath. * The money I received in the settlement from my wife's...
The True Life Adventures of a Mailgirl Chapter 3 - What in Hell Do You Think You're Doing * THE TESTS As Jamie opened the door to a CEO Jim Dillard's office she found Jim Dillard, Jack Fuentes, and an Asian woman in her late 20's or early 30's seated around a conference table. The men rose to their feet as Jamie and Anne entered. "Ms. Richmond, Ms. Bis...
The first 20 years of my life were spent taking part in the most elaborate psychological experiment ever performed. The world's population was growing uncontrollably, even with half of its pregnancies being aborted. Every part of the world had their own way of attempting to deal with the problem and I played my small part. It was organized by a group of top...
Dean slipped out of his bedroom window quietly, crossed the yard and hopped the low fence easily. Once on the other side of the street, he was careful to move quickly from one tree that lined the sidewalk to the next. The moon was up but only a quarter slice hanging in the late evening sky, so he was fairly sure no one would notice him. The dark clothing h...
Somehow the day got away from me. I had planned on being at the store long before this, but I tend to procrastinate and now it is a half-hour before closing time. And I have to find the perfect outfit. The party I am going to tomorrow is a semi-formal affair, which means a dress and stockings. I have some thigh high stockings that I plan on wearing with outr...
Friday Evening This is a story inspired by the stories written by NYCsubBBW. If you enjoy it, please let me and her know. Also, check out her stories. She writes some good stuff. After reading one of her stories I had to read the rest of them. They were like Lays potato chips or tits, once you have had one; you just want to have them all. Anyway, she soun...
People think of me as Police Lieutenant Slattery's demure wife, but the truth is, Slats doesn't really have a lot of authority around the home any more! Watching me blow Andre that night was so painful to Slats. Physically as well for once. The evening had started out well... I'd been running my long magenta nails up and down Slats's hard cock, lightly s...
It was only a three word email. "A perfect weekend." She sent him a last email message before their weekend away from the city and all the headaches that go with a city. All week long they talked about the weekend. But, he never knew what to expect. She always kept him "on his toes" so-to-speak. Nothing was ever guaranteed and nothing was ever planned. Eve...