This entry is one of my most personal and is close to my own heart. I have debated for four years whether to share this experience. While many of my stories have a foundation in real life events this story is an actual piece of my life. The only other story that is this close to my actual experiences is "We say Goodbye." What prompted me to submit this sto...
In the lower side of Craigmore stood rows of apartments which housed mainly lower income tenants, who were intent on finishing college and obtaining 'real' work. They struggled but somehow survived an existence semester to semester. Not all of the inhabitants were students though and a good percentage of them were just every day tenants who liked the atmosph...
Chapter Four -- She gets selected and gets the rules. DAVE'S NOTE: I got a call from Greg the day before he called Angie and gave her the news that she had been selected provided the final interview went well and she agreed to the terms. He contacted me first to let me see the rules for the party and asked if I had problems with them. I will let you read he...
My name is Samantha and my husband's name is John. We are a happily married couple living in mid-western Tennessee. Both of us are fifty and have a very satisfying sex life. However, we have been talking about spicing up our sex-life. We want to try new things and even have sex with others. In our opinion the best way to do that was to join a swinging club....
"Pick what breakfast cereal you want" instructed Christina, my wife as we gently wandered around the supermarket. An innocent comment but when I followed it my life turned upside down. As I crossed the aisle to pick up my packet of Coco Pops I was nearly run down by a trolley. It banged into me and a wheel ran over my foot. I exclaimed and looked up to see...
Frank was a twenty-five-year-old man who hated his low-paying job because it did not pay enough money. He had a lame job as a fish and chips server at a fast food chip shop in London. He had worked at the place ever since he left school and he found the job beyond crappy and boring. The only good thing about working there was that sometimes groups of young h...
Ever since I was a small child, I have been turned on by the women who were out ringing bells for the Salvation Army, but only if they were properly clad in their distinctive uniforms. I still remember the first time I saw and heard one of those women. I must have been about six years old, and she was a matronly lady, clanging her bell as she stood beside he...
This story is continued as "Sarah's Way" in subsequent chapters, having discovered that there is already a series under my original title posted. * Coming from the hall, I met my wife, Sarah, in the middle of the living room, dressed like she was headed out the door on her usual Saturday morning errands. She stopped in front of me with a serious look on h...
NOTE: This story is intended for mature readers. I welcome any constructive feedback, that you may have. I want to thank kitten for help with the editing. It was greatly appreciated. Most stories about wife sharing/cuckolding seem to start out with how classically sexy the woman involved is. Slender, great figure, nice tits and so on. Let me tell you up f...
"Happy birthday," Ryan said, raising his glass. "Drink up!" Ellie sipped her first legal alcoholic beverage, a golden-colored beer in a tall mug. "Twenty-one," she remarked. They were at a small table towards the back of an old-school Italian restaurant, the kind of dimly-lit place with faded wallpaper and a menu that hadn't changed much in decades. It w...