Pam Pam didn't start to have a mid-life crisis until she was in her early forties. She divorced her first husband after learning of his affair with his secretary. She didn't meet her second husband, Arthur, until her thirty-fifth birthday, almost fifteen years later. She was looking at birthday cards at a local card store, wondering which ones she might re...
Disclaimer: This is a fantasy. No one in their right mind should participate in the activities the characters in this story do. If you don't like cuckold stories don't read it. * * * I was awakened by a gentle kiss. Opening my eyes, I looked into his smiling face as he bent over me. "It was great, I hope we can do it again some time. I've got to go."...
Many thanks to my friend and editor Dawnj! Any mistakes in the story are mine. This is a long story (for me) and I would like to warn my readers that it contains no sex until the second part of chapter 19. If you don't mind waiting that long, please read on... Prologue Barbra wished she could have skipped 2010. Perhaps things would have been better i...
I got up late, worked till noon. There are always things to monitor and manage when you have wide interests. I worked to distract myself from the conundrum that was Eve. I couldn't really tell if I was in the garden before or after I ate of the tree of knowledge. I knew that Eve had signed the contract and then repudiated it so I was in a pickle. I had to fi...
This story is a sequel to my previous story "The Irishman at the End of the Bar". I'd recommend reading that for the continuity. I would further like to the give a special shout to everyone who helped make the last story more successful than I ever imagined it could be. I never dreamed it would rank as all time number one for the genre on Literotica. I don't...
Chapter 1. The most opulent chambers in Topkapi palace belonged to the Sultan. The great hall was decorated with finery from all over the empire. The floor and walls were covered with blue, green and white tiles with abstract patterns on them. These were local from artisans in Constantinople. The floor was covered with deep blue rugs with flower patterns. T...
Chapter 1 "John," Gill started the conversation rolling. Everyone at the bank referred to John Jacob Nicholls as John. It was his given first name, although his family always called him by an abbreviation of his middle name, as both his father and grandfather had been Johns. His great grandfather had been a Jacob, so were a number of uncles and strangely...
Hi everyone, Thought I'd try my hand at a romance with a twist, read on to discover the twist. This story is something I started over the Christmas break, so I'm currently satisfied with my backlog. So... For those of you following my other stories, I'm starting work on the sequel to 'The Beast.' Feel free to leave a comment, flick me an email or if you...
Introduction "The Spirit of Ecstasy" is the name of the flying lady emblem affixed to the bonnet of almost every Rolls-Royce motor car made since 1911. The sculptor was Charles Sykes and he was commissioned by John Douglas-Scott-Montagu, later 2nd Baron Montagu of Beaulieu, for his own 1909 model Rolls-Royce Silver Ghost. The actress/artists' model used to...
The trip overseas with Linda, Part 2 Wednesday "Linda, time to get up," I heard from Rachel. I looked up and Rachel was standing in the door, still naked. "I'll get her up," I said. She turned and walked off. I kissed Dawn on the shoulder a few times; she always woke up when I did that. "Emmm, what time is it?" "I have no idea. Rachel came in to get L...