Angie is a very attractive woman. She has beautiful fire red hair that is wavy and past her waist. She stands all of 5'2 and weighs 110lbs if that. She has perfect 34 B tits, which at 30 (though she doesn't look a day over 21) still stand just as perky as they were in high school. Her eyes appear to shine with intensity as they take in her surroundings, a ma...
"Please don't make me open the door like this," Nicky begged to Angie. "Then you should have had your chores finished before I got home like I instructed. Don't keep Sonya waiting." Nicky slowly moved to the door as the bell rang again. Nicky could feel himself blushing as he opened the door. Sonya was standing on the porch and he could see the look of sho...
At last I got my cream pie! And I want to tell you how it happened. I have been married to Angela for the last sixteen years, and it has been generally a happy marriage. Angie was a virgin when we met and until recently she had only experienced my cock. We married at twenty after meeting each other in a club, and now aged thirty-six Angie still looks good....
Part III 12 — Candlelight John arrived at his apartment a little after six that evening, and went inside. Angie met him at the door, and took the flowers he had bought for her, and thanked him with a quick kiss on his cheek. But no smile. John smelled the food cooking, and said, "Spaghetti! Smells great! How long till it's ready?" "It won't be long!" Ang...
Angie awoke with the bed sheets tangled between her legs. The morning sun and cold air washed over her nude form. She yawned lazily…and memories of the previous evening slowly filled her mind. Nipples achingly hard, she could feel the warmth flowing from her belly down to her mound. Moaning as her fingers explored the sensitive softness, she knew she needed...
Monday morning as I left for work, I watched my wife Angie primping herself as if she was getting ready for a date. Angie watched me in the mirror as she smoothed lotion over her freshly shaved legs; pausing to fluff the tuft of pale pubic hair left adorning her otherwise shaved pussy. She knew that I loved the pride she took in her appearance, even on a rou...
"What the..." As I awake, my mind races to figure out what is going on. I am on my back. I can't move my hands, feet, or head. I can't see. I hear music playing loudly in my ears. It takes me a few seconds, but my head clears from its original panic and begins to accept the input from my body. I'm blindfolded and bound. I can feel the straps around my wris...
Copyright Oggbashan December 2019 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. This was going to be an entry for the 2019 Winter Holidays cont...
This is a true story about cuckolding. If that idea turns you off, why read it? My wife, Angie, and I were living in a suburban area near a big city --manicured lawn, attached garage, nice shrubbery all around the house, barbeque in the back -- you get the point. We were happy, with good jobs and adequate money to enjoy ourselves. We'd been married about t...
Angie stood at the edge of the sidewalk waving, as the red minivan pull away. Alone, she stood for the first time in her life. Her parents and her younger brother were in the van, leaving her standing alone to face her first day at college. To say she had lived a sheltered life would completely fail to capture the degree of social isolation she had experienc...