The other woman. There was no way that she would ever be called that, Liz told herself as she laid back in the tub. A self-assured woman of 28, she knew enough about the world to know what she wanted and what she didn't. Liz was taking a luxurious bubble bath and trying to clear her mind of all the thoughts that just wouldn't stop rushing to the surface. Tho...
They'd been talking for a while now, passing messages back and forth on the antiquated messenger system on the website. Eventually she'd managed to create a message devious enough that it would allow them contact outside without being deleted by the Big Brother that oversaw all mail on the site. He was very enthusiastic, single, handsome, clearly capable o...
This can be considered a "prequel" to the New Client series. It takes the wife's POV. The content involves wife infidelity, cuckolding, and voyeurism. If these topics are a turn-off or disgust you, then please move on to the Disney Channel. I appreciate the feedback I have received and some of the correspondence. I have taken some of your suggestions and i...
Amanda Quinn's life was a simple equation. Unfulfilled potential multiplied by an empty wallet, divided by a bunch of unpaid bills; bills that were strewn across her mini-studio; the one that offered a fabulous view of fifty-seventh street; the walls painted a pristine shade of white; the floors sanded to perfection, stinking of Murphy's Oil Soap. "Bills,"...
Author's Notes: This is for the Valentine's Day 2019 competition. All characters engaged in sexual situations in this story are 18 years of age or older. Constructive criticism welcome. Thanks. ******** February 13th, 2019 I'm laying here tonight next to my sleeping wife stewing as my stomach churns and I feel like I could get sick at any moment. My w...
There is no sex in this story. Sorry. Thanks to the Hip and Knee doctor for editing assistance. * I don't know how we ended up hosting the damn party, because I really hated them. Harrington Gibbs was the guest of honor. Rich beyond my wildest imagination and the envy of my wife. Harrington and my wife, Gail, had been an item at Cornell for three years. H...
Chapter 2: Admittance Kelsey pulled her car up alongside the little gravel clearing that existed outside the east side of Licension Manor. She was surprised to see hers was the only car there and not for the first time she thought about just ignoring the invitation and the party. The incident with Helen still burned inside her. All she had felt was regret a...
It’s a Saturday evening during those early days of spring that still hold on to a slight chill in the air after the sun sets. We have just arrived at a party hosted by one of your longtime friends, Richard Dupin, the Uber dropping us off in the driveway curving in front of his sprawling mansion nestled into the gently rolling hills of the landscape. Out bac...
Kelly came from a more prestigious part of the city, her parents were wealthy and Kelly being the only child, she was the apple of their eye. She was 5 foot seven, long blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes, and a body to die for. Her parents had reared her on only the best there was, after all, Kelly was their little princess. When it came to boys, the only expe...
The connection had always been there. After being friends for so many years there was no denying that things should be different. She would show him a perfect life that was built on lies and tears. She had never told him how bad things were at home. She couldn't tell him that she felt worthless and ugly by the person who should lift her up! His world incl...