98) "Ron, honey, I've been thinking." "What, Sabbie?" "Nancy fucked my husband almost 100 times while I was married to him and we still haven't done anything about it." "Well, Nigel did deprive her of Jim's services. He's out of commission." "Yes, but I'm sure she's found another man by now. I want you to fuck her, Ron. Same drill as with the Smiths."...
Readers be warned, this is the first chapter in a multi-chapter story, there's no sex in this first chapter. This is all lead-in and teaser for the main event which will be a chapter or three coming. That said, I do hope you all enjoy. A Christmas present for the real Round-Out (you know who you are) -- with thanks for all the help and encouragement. Chin...
Like many other men I have long had the fantasy of watching my wife getting sexually fulfilled by another man -- or woman. Like many wives she has for a long time rejected the idea. However, over the past few months she became more receptive to discussing my desires, even if not living them out. I explained to her that I still loved her dearly, but it was a...
Tracy woke up alone in William's bed. After a brief panic, she saw him on the floor and relaxed. He was kneeling on the rug near the couch, perfectly still with his eyes closed. She was not sure what to make of it in her sleepy state, but then it registered that he was meditating. Tracy rose quietly and tip-toed to the bathroom, and when she returned, he was...
Shortly after graduation my parents sat me down to go over my college options. I would need to work all through my summer break to save as my stepsister had done and would be doing this year. Although my parents could manage a large portion and I still had to get a student loan. The only problem was after doing the math, I would not be able to go out of stat...
The Beginning Maybe you know the old tale that if a frog is placed in boiling water, it will jump out. But if the frog is put in cold water that is slowly heated, it will not see the danger and will be cooked. Though I knew that tale, I didn't recognize that it applied to me too. I now see this anecdote as a metaphor for my inability or unwillingness to r...
A few years ago I had an encounter with a much younger girl that has somewhat become the inspiration for the stories I've been writing here. Most of what I write is a way of dealing with the persistent fantasies and enormous temptations I have where I exercise. I'm in my mid thirties, single, and still pretty fit, partially due to lucky genes, but I stay in...
Meg was prodded and led through the dark for quite a while. She wished someone would light a torch. She could feel the cave had become much larger. She was able to stand up and the ceiling and walls were beyond her touch. She found this disconcerting. The touch of the ceiling and walls had been reassuring. She now had no sense of direction and was completely...
"Hello Blake." She stood statuesque in the doorway to the bedroom with one arm extended above her head, the other perched on her curved hip. I looked up from the magazine spread open on the counter attempting to take in the vision that was Wifey, all at once. I let my eyes drift from her pinned up blonde hair, to her heavily made up blue eyes, to her bright...
Before you read this part I strongly suggest that you read the previous parts. It will give you the background that will make this part a lot more enjoyable. *** Part 13 I woke up when Martina came down the stairs. She was full of apologies when she saw me but I told her not to worry, that I shouldn't still be in bed at that time. I got a bottle of water...