The 'star' of this story is my 1966 Mustang GT convertible. My wife is reading my mind thinking, "You wish!" There is no category for Scamming Your Wife so this appears under the Loving Wife category. It could fit in Cheating Wives, too. I loved that car and appreciate any comments about this story. Rodryder 44 ***** "And then he shoved that big, black...
Chapter Three: Another Exciting Night as Sissy Slut Wannabe. Well about a week has gone by since I bought the dildo, wrist cuffs, ice lock and the lubricants at the adult sex shop. Dressing up as a sissy maid or a sissy slut everyday at home and learning how to use the dildo first with my mouth and trying out the flavoured lubes for added pleasure, but most...
Yes this story is all about a married woman who has sex with other men. Yes she has his permission to do so. If you don't like these kind of stories, please read no further. If you do read on, and then choose to make a comment berating the fictional characters within this story, and you have every right to do so, please be aware that you are a total and abso...
NOTE: This story contains some darker elements including rougher sex and the pretence of non-consensual sex. * I'm leaving work. You phone and tell me where to drive. I do, and you follow me. At least, I assume you do. I can see headlights behind me. After a while you say, "Pull over." I do. I get out of the car. We're in a lay-by beside a highway in the...
Damien was towing the line after their terse words, He was now home at night and nutritious meals seemed to be happening. The week dawdled along with work and a couple sessions with her personal trainer, with whom she had a love/hate relationship. Noella often found his approach and the work he set pretty tough, but she felt great and looked fantastic and so...
“Paul, turn the water on again, will you, Babe?” I ask, getting ready to rinse the soap from the roof of the car. I could have gone to the car wash--it would have been faster--but I had the time, it’s such a nice afternoon . . . and it occurred to me that we could have some fun, if I can get some help. Plunging the sponge into the soapy water, I go to wo...
When I was younger I lived with my widowed mother in a small terraced house in one of those grim, northern English towns. To get away from it all I used to borrow her wreck of a car some evenings and drive my girlfriend to an old village pub in the middle of nowhere – The Nag's Head. We'd have a couple of drinks and Meg would always show her gratitude by gi...
This is the true story of the first time a former girlfriend and I had a threesome. Only the names have been changed, including hers, and a couple of identifying details. Incidentally, I wouldn't condone mixing drink, drugs and driving today - this happened years ago and attitudes were different then. The night we had the threesome with her boss, Naomi had...
A Day Driving in the Country Dealing with the Highway Patrol This story is a fantasy story, and with all fantasies we can imagine that no evil exists. That also means no disease, so with no disease to transfer to someone else, no need for protection. Remember it is a fantasy world, in the real world evil and disease exists. Protect yourself. * Day off, o...
Working the late shift is never fun, particularly in a small town. I work the dispatch graveyard shift at the local sheriff’s department. It usually doesn’t bother me but tonight had been an especially slow night. As I left the department, I stretched, raising my arms up above my head. It was around 4:00 in the morning, no one in sight. As I walked to my car...