In this installment of the continuing experiences of my hot-wife and myself, I intend to tie up the loose ends concerning Bill and Joe. I had been trying to put the stories in a rough chronological order but have decided to just write about whatever is on my mind at a particular moment. I have been reading various comments that fall into two camps. The first...
Note to reader: The plot of this story was not original to me. Several other authors have written stories with similar plots, e.g. the late discovery of infidelity. But as I read and re-read my Chapter 1 and tried unsuccessfully to improve the ending I realized that I faced a dilemma: What this wife had done was indeed unforgivable. But WHY was it unforgivab...
It was not a dark and stormy night, nor was I looking for anything more than idle chit chat. Logging onto an adult only internet chat site just to pass the time had never done more for me than that; been a way to pass time and speak to some very interesting people. Although it often piqued my curiosity, anyone I had ever "met" on the net soon tired of my act...
Continuing the search... I ended the night five thousand dollars richer, with a few more miles of street cred, and the respect of two of Gotham's top bad asses. I got out alive, on top of it all. However, I didn't have Batgirl and that was all that I could think of as I took a cab to the nearest House of Pancakes. The driver of my cab was one of Ivy's goon...
Stacy walked into the bar with a sigh. It wasn't a busy night, and she almost turned around to go back home. Home. The word held different meaning these days. Things had changed. She had crossed an invisible line, and knew she couldn't go back. It was that convention last year in Philadelphia. She hadn't wanted to go. She wanted to stay home with her husban...
Laura was horny as hell. She broke up with her boyfriend more than a month ago and had not had sex with another person since. Sure, she had her vibrator and had even gone online and had cybersex with a couple of guys but it just wasn't the same. She needed rough hands massaging her breasts and somebody else's finger or tongue gently inserted into her pussy....
It was just supposed to be a ride home for a casual friend that we knew from our local watering hole. Honestly, that was the intention, but fate?, luck?, happenstance? intervened... That Friday night was a bit on the slow side at Kelly's what it being the holiday weekend and all that. Jesse and I were there for a TGIF drink or five, and to shoot a bit of po...
Chapter 2, Luke's Lotus Cameron's Point of View: "Cameron!" I gathered my books in hand and carried it in my tote bag. I slung it over my shoulder, closed my locker and turned in the direction of the oddly familiar voice. Hailey was briskly walking down the hallway with a white envelope in her hand. She flung it around in front of my face and a few onloo...
The orgasm rippled through Jenny's sensuous body as she tried to muffle her moan. As usual, she was masturbating on their living room couch after she and Eric made love. As usual, their lovemaking left her unfulfilled. As usual, she was forced to finger herself until she was satisfied. Tonight she brought herself off twice because Eric was particularly clums...
Sam and Spencer reached Washington D.C. in the early hours of the morning. Having to wait for visiting hours to visit Doug Wiltkins the two decided on some much needed sleep. After a few hours of rest they traveled to D.C. General and are taken to Wiltkins' room. His wife Crystal Wiltkins is there by his side and when the two enter she gets up and greets the...