This story is a followup to the story One Slip written by Patricia51. If you haven't read it yet, please do so before reading this story,, both to gain a better understanding of where this story is, and because of the quality of the original story. At the end of her story Patricia invited others to carry on from its conclusion, and this is my attempt to do s...
As is usual for me, the places named and described are real, but the people are fictional. Milano is how the city of Milan is pronounced in Italy, and the Borsa Italiana is the only stock market in Italy. ***** One of the great things about morning is seeing my girlfriend, Katla Gunnarsdóttir, walking around our apartment naked. Katla was an aspiring model...
Chapter 10 Millie I was getting dressed after my shower when I spotted Ed getting out of his van. I ran across the hall to see if Jen was in her room and breathed a sigh of relief when I found the room empty. Hysteria hit me. I had just fucked my brother's wife and now he was coming into the house. What to do? Look natural. Was that a smell of recent sex...
Chapter 5: Back in the Fold Our bedroom contained a bookcase which I had only perfunctorily examined when I first moved in. Yolanda and I were lying in bed one Sunday morning, talking about her family, or more precisely, Margaret McCarty's family. It seems they were some of the original founders of several of the towns in the area, after the gold rush of 18...
Please remember to vote, if you enjoyed the story. And I always appreciate comments both positive and negative. Though trollish, anonymous comments will be deleted. *** *** *** *** *** Karen pulled into her driveway in high spirits. Tonight was girls night out and her whole body had been on the edge of excitement all day because of it. For the past few...
Joyce accepted Roger's hand as she exited the taxi that he'd arranged an hour before they were scheduled to arrive at Reno's to meet Joyce's sister Abigail and her date Tucker. Her slim fingers rested snugly in his strong hand. They were welcomed into the restaurant where Roger pulled a small card from inside his jacket, handed it to the hostess and then the...
Living well is the best revenge. -- George Hebert My name is Jake Barnes and this is my story. I believe in fidelity, monogamy, commitment, and keeping my word. Having said that, what I believe in most is the power of forgiveness and redemption; but I don't believe in playing the fool. I also believe we have a right to be happy. That's where it seems thing...
This story is pure fiction. The characters in the story are people from real life and most of the surroundings are very much real. However, nothing that transpires between them in the story is real; even if it were, they would have never admitted it. This a cuckold story. A cuckold is a husband who receives vicarious pleasure from his partner having sex wit...
I don't think we liked each other at first. Even though I thought Beth was pretty, I assumed she was a dumb Midwestern redneck and she thought I was some Uncle Tom because of my white dinner jacket and my smooth demeanor. The first time I saw Beth she was working as a waitress in the Denver bar where I played piano on the weekend. She was from Iowa and you...
Ever had that feeling like you were going to hell because of something you shouldn't have been doing? Well that's how I felt after getting home. After Kelly and I had cleaned ourselves up, I think we both felt a stab of awkwardness. I was mentally freaking out about what time it was and whether or not my wife was going to be up and ready to ream me a whole...