Sometimes Jenny says I need a thicker backbone. That may be true but I am comfortable with who I am. I'm not super macho. I'm not John Wayne. I'm more William H. Macy but I like myself that way. Certainly Jenny rarely complains about me not being male model. She brags to her friends about my cooking ability and my skill with massage and pedicures. I love my...
Chapter One If you like stories that get to the sexual gymnastics in a few paragraphs don't bother reading this one. This is about eroticism. The slow build up to hearing my usually shy wife confess to me her sexual adventures. Most men that have a desire to see or hear about their wives with other men will agree that it would be the anticipation and slow...
I awoke to find myself curled up to Lori's back with my right hand grasping one of her big breasts. We had been spooning like this every night that I had been home rather than out of town on my incessant business trips during the two weeks since our return from the convention in Vegas. As a result of the previous night's homecoming lovemaking, the hem of Lor...
Mike and Carol had been our married friends for over 10 years. We had vacationed together, attended each other's children's birthday parties, and even celebrated everything from July 4th to Thanksgiving together. Nevertheless we were as shocked as any of our other friends when we learned that Mike and Carol had separated and were seriously considering divorc...
Dear Martin, You don’t know me. I hope that doesn’t stop you reading. I have some important things to tell you. Read on as far as you can. You need to know these things. I’ll start with a little bit about me. Just little bits, mind you. Bear with me, please. I had my first kiss when I was fourteen. She was a little older than me and a very good first exper...
"Son of a bitch," I muttered under my breath as the PA announcement finished. They had just closed the airport and estimated that it would not reopen until the day after tomorrow. That would be the day after Thanksgiving. So much for being home with the family. I dutifully called my wife and broke the news. She took it ok, better than I expected. She would...
short work in progress loosely modeled on personal loss I was painting when I received word, or more precisely cleaning up painting debris. Hands filled with paper towels and soiled brushes, I trudged to the door. I was annoyed at the persistent knocking, certain it was a salesperson or college student conducting a survey. I'm glad I'm not home to be both...
The tension in the air was so thick it was like being under water. My eyes were fixed on the road and my hands gripped the steering wheel so hard my knuckles were white. I was furious. Furious at my wife and she was just as angry with me. We were on our way to a party at a friend's house and both of us sat silently; too angry to talk, because if we did, it w...
Max was driving home from a hard day at the office, he was so tired and just wanted to get home to a hot shower, a warm meal and a good nights sleep. As he walked in the door, he didn't smell what he had expected. There were no scents of dinner, nothing but that horrid incense his wife burned all the damn time. Taking his jacket off, Max said, "What's for...
I'm going to try my hand at writing a cheating wife story. I've read some fairly nice stories. But, in too many cheating wife stories I have read, the female characters seemed to either have a full blown narcissistic personality disorder, a histrionic personality disorder or they're so weak and spineless that I can only wonder how they could ever exist in th...