Mrs. Betty came to our school as an English teacher when I was in the ninth grade, making her less than ten years older than myself. She was barely out of college, married, and had a baby daughter. None of us had any idea what her figure was like before her pregnancy, but as a young mother... she was smoking hot! Her naturally blonde hair was slightly less t...
Wilma and Betty were having a pretty good time together. For the past three months, every weekday afternoon, they would get together and explore each other's bodies while their husband's were at work. Occasionally they would include Dino, but mostly it was just the two of them, kissing, cuddling, and gently fucking each other. Barney Rubble was supposed to...
The short synopsis of this story to date is included below, but reading the previous chapters may help. ***** This is the continuing story of a cuckquean, my wife, Ann. She had been reading cuckold stories on line and decided that she was a cuckquean, a kind of female cuckold. This was based on how enthralled and excited she became by imagining me having...
The following morning, Tuesday, a little after ten o'clock Tom Taylor entered my office and took a seat. "I just had a call from Sarah." He said, "She has been talking with Missy Rutledge! Missy told her all about last night and also told her that she had you lined up with Betty Hampton! You know what? You're the luckiest bastard I know!" I smiled and asked,...
For a tool shed, it could have been worse living. A small bunk had been fashioned out of some shelving. The walls were lined with rumpled, moth-eaten tapestries. The window was sealed tightly shut with grime, but allowed for a fuzzy view of the lakeside. Stacks of canned goods and jugs of lukewarm water lay scattered around the corners. A wicker chair wit...
John smiled absently at another remark from Mike that had Betty cackling. He looked at her. She was really letting herself go and John found this extremely flirtatious behavior of his wife both irritating and exciting. John, 28, and 27-year-old Betty had moved into the neighborhood about six months ago and had soon become quite thick with Mike and Marjorie,...
"Whoa, Whoa, who's the new kid?" Betty said turning to the three other ladies seated at the picnic table. "Billy, he's here to fix whatever goes wrong in this place," said Wendy looking up from her sandwich. The four ladies ate lunch every day at the picnic table outside the daycare where they all worked. They were all great friends and enjoyed their daily...
Readers comments and feedback are always appreciated. This was my very first erotic story, from over a year ago. Hope you enjoy the seed that started it all. * * * * * Washington DC, April, 1945 Tears rolled down Isaac’s cheeks as the caisson bearing the body of the president rolled past his position amongst the crowd of mourners. President Franklin Dela...
Chapter 4: The Japanese Garden Betty awoke feeling refreshed and smiled as she recalled the acts of piss vandalism she and Kelsey perpetuated earlier that morning. The evidence would be gone by now, but maybe she would walk by the Metro Rail System Authority and take a peek anyway. Today might hold its own opportunities for naughtiness. A few weeks ago, Be...
Betty Jo had lived on a farm all her life, all 19 years of it. She grew up with four older brothers and had the typical father who was overprotective of his baby girl. Understandably so. She loved being treated like a princess but she could also haul her own weight around. She had no problem loading up trailers with bales of hay or helping a mare birth. But...