"It's a minor injury. Her left leg is fractured and her hip has taken some damage. But she will be fine," the doctor reported, as she flipped through the pages of the reports, which were handed to her by the nurse. Kate and I sighed in relief. I turned to look at Sarah, who was still unconscious and breathing softly, her leg in a plaster cast. It dawned upo...
Rob When it was my turn I stepped up to the teller's window and slid the deposit slip and the check to the girl behind the counter. As she was doing what tellers do I asked her to give me the balance on the account. She pushed some buttons on the computer, looked at the screen, wrote some numbers down on a slip of paper and pushed it across the counter to m...
The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes...
This is a continuation of a story in which the wife fucks other people. If you don't like that, don't read it! * Mick opened the fridge, his fridge, to discover that someone had drunk all of the cold beer, his beer. He sighed as an arm reached across him and pulled a chilled bottle of rosé from the door shelf. "What's up with you?" He recognised his sis...
"Have a good time?" Paul asked. "Wonderful," Rachel brightly responded. "How many men did you fuck?" "Is that for you to know?" Rachel was shocked by the brutality of the question. "I think it is. What you do is very much my concern." "We agreed on an open marriage, if you remember. That doesn't mean I have to tell you everything - nor you me. And frank...
Doris and I were going over a list of our current cases to determine where we needed to expend more effort to bring them to a satisfactory conclusion. About half of the cases were in limbo. They waited on more information. Usually for the suspects to do something so we would have the necessary evidence. We just had to be patient. The intercom on my desk bu...
My husband was on the cover of the local business journal. William was pictured sitting in a chair suitable for Buckingham Palace with the words, "Businessman of the Year," in big letters across the top. I was so proud of him that I passed out copies to everyone I knew, including most of the guys I date. One of those guys, Jeff, is in one of the pictures inc...
Melissa, a stunning blond of thirty years of age, divorced with two small children, she works in a truck stop, her hour glass figure compliments the pink and white waitresses' uniform with her even tan, her hair pulled up into a pony tail the men watch her every step in her white sneakers as she hustles to serve these hungry truckers their food. Her crystal...
[If you hate stories where a man is made a cuckold, don't read this story. If what you hate about those stories is that the man is a wimp, you might like the way this story progresses. It's in Loving Wives because the wife in the story cheats. There are aspects of the story that would fit in other areas, but that is a lot like life.] "Enough is enough!" B...
Doug acted like a ship's captain. He slung a long rope skilfully over the flat bed, leapt up himself on the second attempt, threw a huge canvas in a heap with other gear. He then drew the rope over it several times, jumped off, made a truckers slip knot and applied tension. I watched as his bulging biceps looked as if they were about to tear the elastic of h...