This is a chapter in a fifteen-chapter novella, and each chapter is dependent on the one that precedes it. It is best to read them in order. In any event, the story involves college housemates and is set in the summer of 1979. ***** I woke up earlier than usual on Thursday. My eyes were puffy from crying myself to sleep. I renewed my vow: when I left for g...
I wrote this story as a promise to a friend. I want to thank 'LadyCibelle and 'Techsan' for editing this story. Their input and editing make it a much better read. Chapter 1: A Wife's Opinion For the writers out there, women read these stories also. When it comes to cheating, men cheat more on their spouses and girlfriends than do women. You would never kn...
December 14, 1987 Single, middle-aged and bespectacled Angelina Lione may look the part of the prim, proper and sexually repressed, buttoned-up bibliothec, but she's most definitely NOT your father's librarian -- at least not while in a lover's company. Blessed with a ravenous and unquenchable sexual appetite, Angelina's orgasms are so intense that she ofte...
I was late for classes and decided to take a short cut to the bus stop through a narrow alley that ran along the home of my good friend and ex-classmate John. The house was a one flat ranch-style building. The alley was really a time-beaten path through a cul de sac, first formed by kids of the neighborhood looking for an easy way to access the playground. O...
Miss Fox...the hottest woman, I ever did see. I met Miss Fox for the first time when I answered a craigslist ad for a job position. Miss Fox owned a very large property in Fort Lauderdale, Florida; she was practically rich and this place, was practically a mansion. That said, Miss Fox kept a team of employees who handled maintenance around her property. C...
NOT LIKELY I was standing at the bar I frequented when I spied a group of young women. They looked older than college girls. I assumed it was one of those 'Girls Night Out' events. All of the girls were attractive, but as I watched, there were only three of them accepting dances and drinks from the men. The fourth was the most attractive: tall, slim, long b...
I was challenged. My husband expected my next story of fucking another man to be something spectacular. I wanted it to be too. We were so interlocked in our toy box indulgence it was now my wifely duty to see that I didn't disappoint him. Standards of effect had been set high, and must be maintained, or raised higher. And all the responsibility for that rest...
Hi. My name is Lucy Ryan and I want to tell you about my crazy adventures last summer. I still can't believe what transpired over those six weeks but I somehow changed from being a loving, dutiful wife into a sex-hungry, submissive slut. First, let me tell you a bit about myself. I am 24 years old and have been married to my darling husband, Michael, for tw...
For several months after my outlandish naked escapades in Southern California, it seemed like Susan and I spoke of little else. Almost every conversation eventually wound its way back to the events of that day. We had agreed that I was unbelievably lucky not to have ended up on some sex offender registry. (Don't laugh. I've since learned that you don't have...
I only half expected Mona to show the next day, but there was a light knocking on the sliding glass door that leads out to my patio. I got up; pulled the drapes aside and there she was at ten in the morning, holding my newspaper out to me as I opened the door. "Hi Ned, betcha thought I wouldn't show up, huh?" "Join me in having some coffee and toast?" I sa...