© Naoko Smith 2016 Grateful thanks to Bramblethorn, and to Bramblethorn's wife, for reading and commenting at very short notice on the story and helping out with suitable suggestions for young Victorian ladies' wardrobe items and sports activities. I had the idea for this story when I read on the Authors' Hangout that doctors used to use vibrators in Vict...
Note from the author: With regard to my first posting (part 1 of this story), I'd like to extend a sincere thank you to those of you that gave positive reviews and/or constructive criticism in a respectful manner. I've been a Literotica reader for over 10 years now and often thought about posting stories, but with regard to free time, raising children and a...
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...
Intersections and Stop Signs **************************************** Jillian Sinclair was ecstatic. She was in the home of one of Fullmer's upper crust families. Mrs. Brooks was the matriarch of the Brooks family, one of Fullmer's founding members, and big in county society. She knew if she could get this contract to redecorate Hattie Brooks's house tha...
CHAPTER 1 Tommy Crago looked through bloodshot eyes at the hard-eyed blonde as she berated him for not being ready to do again and said what a fucking waste of time he was because she wanted to rumble till morning. Looking at the beside clock Tommy saw it was only 9:45 and was hugely relieved the 27-year old, young enough to be his daughter, was ready to c...
Orange moon above the hills behind the town, icicles decorating every tree and garden lattice, miniature snowdrifts in the ornate pathway down the hill from the Morrisons' house to the guest cottage where Maura had lately been banished, a dazzling cold white afterglow on every surface in the December night, the stray snowflakes dotting her coat and her hair,...
The rest of the San Francisco trip was pretty much a blur, we shopped and went sightseeing every day, ate at a superb restaurant every night. No one wanted the visit to end and we all left little bits of our heart behind at that wonderful city by the bay. We've thought often about moving back there but the timing hasn't ever been right to do so, although we...
Sorry if it is slow between chapters. My health and work have been taking it's toll. Hopefully this chapter will make up for the previous one being so short. Anyone who wishes to receive a notice when I post send me your email address. Thanx everyone for the votes and feedback. ------------ After the emotional breakdown, things go smoother. She tells me sh...
My mind was still reeling from the events of the previous evening. Three of my friends from work actually got my wife to strip completely naked for them, and one actually had sex with her. My plan had worked well, until the cops showed up. The strange part is that while it was exciting watching my wife under the control of my three coworkers, it was even mor...
Warning: this is very much a cuckold story but it is special to me. I wrote it about ten years ago at the request of a close American internet friend. Told from his perspective, it describes the events of a particularly intense evening in his life. A work of fiction, essentially true but with some liberties taken with the actuality. ***** At the age of...