Chapter 02: The Vacation Begins I was driving as fast as I could to get home. Sandy was now dipping her fingers into her pussy moaning. The interior of the car smelled with the essence of her sex juices. "OHHHHH FUCK I'm cummmmming!" She moaned as she writhed on the seat next to me. My cock was ready to explode and she had not touched me. "OHHHH fuck pul...
Author's Note: Welcome to the final chapter of Den of Iniquity. I'd like to thank everyone who has supported this story over the past year, and especially rachel for her outstanding editing. This has been the most ambitious story I've tried to write. I am so humbled and so inspired by everyone's votes, comments and feedback. It's all we aspiring writers get!...
I want to thank Wolf Vixen for her help in catching what I never see. So sit back and think o yourself what would you have done if you were Ron. * You ever try and catch smoke in your hands? It's pretty much impossible and that's what I feel my chances are of salvaging my marriage right now. Putting the genie back into the bottle is probably not going to h...
It's eight o'clock on a warm June morning here in New York. While my exhausted wife is sleeping soundly, I'm sitting at the desk in our hotel room writing an account of last night while the lurid details are still fresh in my mind. I fly to The City nearly every month. A couple of times each year my beautiful wife accompanies me. Let me introduce you to St...
Monday morning The alarm went off and someone was stroking my cock. Carolyn was spooned up against me from behind and she was kissing my neck. Ellen wasn't in bed with us, it sounded like she might be in the shower. I turned around and pushed Carolyn onto her back and slid up into her. "Good morning my dear." "Good morning Don, I missed you last night. Pl...
Thinking back to the plans Bill and I laid out at the early stages of my wife's transformation, I was not only intrigued at the possibilities – Bill had opened the door to a universe of fantasies – but also anxious and confused. For me no less than my wife everything had occurred so quickly. In less than a day she had not only experienced what seemed an incr...
It had been four years since Bill left the neighborhood and it fell largely to me to keep the wife active as a slut and in the D/s lifestyle she'd adopted. In what follows it should be appreciated that by this time I no longer cared who in the neighborhood knew she'd been Bill's slut, that Bill let other men fuck her and that she was still active as a slut....
I was sitting at my desk Wednesday morning going through some of the paperwork from Tuesday's shift. My name is Doug Murphy. I am the day shift Captain of Precinct 7, with the local police department. Most of the time I'm in the office, but occasionally I get out when we have a sticky, or unusual situation. I'm 40 years old, and quite frankly, in pretty damn...
L'enfermer was the hottest restaurant in Gotham. The waiters were curt, the food was good but expensive, and the wine was also good—but more expensive. The reason it had succeeded where restaurants that fawned more over their patrons had not was because it was run by Lyle Bolton—the reformed Lock-Up. And he guaranteed the safety of every man, woman, and jewe...
Life was good. Joe had to admit to himself that a small part of the reason he chose the private investigation business as a career was the chance to tail cheating wives and peep in on them. However, the downside of tailing wives was that about two thirds of them were not really worth watching. Guess they can't all be models, now can they? His final assignmen...