Copyright February/2011 I wasn't sure which genre to put this story in. I chose Loving Wives because, well you'll see if you read the story. There are no long drawn out sex scenes in this story. For those of you who want that type of story I suggest you read another author's work. Comments and emails with constructive criticisms or critiques are welcome, r...
NO one in this story in a sexual situation is under eighteen; all situations are between those of legal age. **************** I was a proverbial late bloomer. Even though my father, Jack Watson, was six three, and 240 pounds of muscle, and as tough as anyone around, I was a scrawny kid. It didn't help much in my early teenage years that my father said tha...
In my last story I told of how my husband and I changed partners with our friends for an undetermined period. They both became house guests, John's friend Keith and I fucking and sleeping together in the master bedroom and Lorraine sleeping with my husband John in the guest bedroom. I knew this wasn't a good thing for our marriage. It was Lorraine's idea a...
It was nearing the time that I knew I would be leaving for another overseas assignment and Linda could not accompany me on this one as she had our first. It was going to be tough for her, and even worse for me, but I knew that I owed it to her to find some company for her to occupy her time while I was gone. A Friend in Need (15) It was nearing time for Li...
Adult reading material, not for minors – if you are not of legal age in your state please leave this site. It started innocent enough. I went to pick up my wife's friend Allison in order to bring her to a 'girls only' Deck and Pool Party at our home. My job was to drive home whoever was feeling tipsy. Allison always got tipsy so she didn't even bother to...
It was early Summer. School was out, the Gulf Coast beaches were crawling with tourist, fun, friends, everything but her. She was subjected to work at her father's restaurant, a small shack that sold shrimp, po-boys, and other southern fried foods. This left her little time for friends or play, and she hated it. This season was especially busy because ther...
I was late arriving at Chicago O'Hare, having left Canada late on an airline that always ended up at the bottom of customer satisfaction surveys. I usually avoided flying this outfit but the fare on the weekend was so cheap that I convinced my company to spend the savings on a hotel for the weekend. This suited me since I always hate rushing to a conference...
After the kids had all moved out Robert and I found ourselves alone with little in common. I wondered if all these years it had been all about the children. I wondered if Rob and I really had any reason to stay together. We rarely had sex any more. We did not talk except at breakfast and dinner. We seldom went to bed at the same time any more. We did very li...
“Psst. Over here.” Judy said to get the girl’s attention. “Who’s there?” Wendy Wilson said back in a loud whisper. It was dark. Wendy had heard a noise by the woodpile and approached it tentatively. “Who are you? What do you want?” Wendy asked. “Come here. Come closer.” Judy pleaded. “Come out where I can see you.” Wendy demanded. “I can’t.” “Why not?...
Dana and I had been seeing each other for about 18 months. We had known each other for 10 years or so prior to that as co-workers for two different employers. She was gorgeous! She was a tick taller than me, standing right around 5' 10", with wavy, shoulder length, light brown hair, beautiful green eyes, and a smile that would light up a room. One of the nic...