The wheels of the Boeing 747 touched down on a runway at Daytona Beach International Airport. Over the loudspeaker, the passengers could hear the pilot's muffled voice saying, "In just a few moments, we will be arriving at our final destination, Daytona, Florida. We've been told by our grounds crew it's a bright and sunny Spring day. Temperature is 85 degree...
Once again, you are the best Mariewriter, thank you for all your help. I'm learning to be a better writer with all your help and suggestions, I certainly appreciate all that you do! Thank you readers for reading my work, it was a fun adventure. I hope you enjoyed this wife watching event. This is the last part of this series, well maybe... we'll see. *...
The following story is fiction but it has a slim basis in fact. I once attended a freshman orientation session when a nun made the comment featured below about it being a shame that many undergraduates were making genital to genital contact with each other. The orientation was followed by a beach picnic but nothing like the one described here. Too bad. I wis...
Thanks to all of the great comments on the previous story. Because of all of the requests, I've decided to continue the story. If you aren't into wife sharing, please don't read any farther. * The days and weeks following our encounter with Dirk were very memorable. We kept recapping the story with each other, especially during our lovemaking. Dirk had...
Prologue The breeze that came in from the Atlantic ocean did not do much to quell the baking sun on the beach of Marabogo. The small island laid approximately one hundred miles of the coast of Namibia, Africa. John Morton and Henry Larsen sat on the beach in their sunbathing chairs looking at all the skimpily clad women and ripped black men. Both men were...
October 20th - Fetish night (Wednesday) - Joan's Submission, Collaring and the Unofficial Marriage Ceremony. We have a slow day today because of the activities planned for tonight. Joan asks for the throat fuck again but John says no. We sunbathe at the nude beach for several hours, then Joan and John swim in the Caribbean for another hour. John says he's e...
I encourage you to read part one of the story to understand the perspective in which it was written. After you read part one you'll understand the shift of perspective. ***** David returned from his family trip to find Abbie swimming; that was nothing unusual and he watched her as she went through her paces. The college swimming team would have first pract...
Rita and I enjoyed a shower together with her promising me the works as soon as the salon chair, which was being delivered today, was installed and functional. I dressed in cut-offs and a bright flowered sport shirt and sneakers. Camille and I were going out on the river in the boat to see the new property and I was eager to get started. I found Camille and...
I can barely open my eyes. I see something glowing beside me, but it's fuzzy, blurry. I rub my right eye, open it, and squeeze closed my left. It's a clock. It's 4am. Where the hell am I? Oh shit. Oh shit, you have to be kidding... I pick my head up and look around the room. I'm still here, in the hotel room. It's very, very quiet. I turn my head to look a...
A badly needed vacation. "Sorry but we have decided." Tess said. She was setting across from Zoe in the Starbuck's on the corner by the office. "Fuck, Tess, you can't just up and leave town like this." Zoe argued. "Look, I've told you." Tess said. "Our clients know, they understand." Oh, sure, they understand now." Zoe lowered her voice. "But in a few da...