*Thank you for the votes and comments on parts one and two. Sorry I am so slow at this!* *** Simmy slowly came round. A fuzzy recollection of being carried to bed, spending the night half asleep, half aroused, snuggled between the two sexy plump women, hands stroking him throughout the night, feeling the slightly damp sheets where she had ... no he had or...
I still remember the first day I saw Cheryl. The only reason why I noticed her at all that day was because her car was in "our" parking space. There was an old, grey Nissan in front of our house. My wife, Theresa, had driven our car to her office, and our neighbor commutes and leaves his car behind. We live in a gated townhouse community in the DC Metro A...
A long winding stretch of black asphalt weaves in and out of view through dense shrubbery. Amber leaves glided gently across route 25, faintly reflecting the last rays of the setting sun. Breaking into the sounds of nature, a rusty brown Buick plows through the fallen foliage, resembling a cold north wind blowing whirlwinds of debris. Sam Evens' eyes were l...
Thanks for being a reader! I was told after Ch. 1 that Loving Wives is a "tough" category. Maybe this story belongs in the Fetish category because there is a cuckolding theme. I intend for the story to be more as it unfolds. It's about Sarah's journey and she needs a little push at times. I think most cuckold stories are about the boys. This one will be fr...
Disclaimer: The name of the characters are changed for privacy purpose and any resemblance to any person alive or dead is purely co-incidental. I will be narrating the story in two or three parts, depending on the feedback I receive. I am narrating it as it was narrated to me by my friend. It was raining incessantly for the last 3 days, and Poornima had r...
The following is a work of fiction: All of the people, places, and events depicted are merely figments of the authors' warped imaginations. Since it's our imaginations, we imagine that all of the fictional characters are of legal age, and all of their fictional activities are legal in their fictional jurisdiction. In fact, we further imagine that Plato was c...
Chapter 5 is here. Orchard Beach is in the northeast Bronx on Long Island Sound. This is happening in 1974. ***** On the Sunday of Labor Day weekend, Lenore and I went out by bus to Pelham Bay Park and Orchard Beach. We weren't going to swim that day, just walk around. We had gotten off the bus as it entered the park so we could do just that. It was a gha...
My wife, Debi, had not always been a disciplinarian. Early in our marriage, I had begged her to spank me. If I could have found any reason to make her furious enough to get out the leather and go to work on my behind, I would have done it in no time flat. "I don't know, Raymond. That's really not for me." "Oh, c'mon, Debi. Just pretend I'm your son and I d...
The Stable Okay, since you have horses, here's something to get you started. I like my show horses clean, so I think I would start first by cross-tying you in the wash rack and bathing you. I'd make certain it was at the busiest time of day at the barn so everyone could watch. You wouldn't know if anyone was watching you or touching you unless they spo...
Broken Morning came sooner than Eric cared for as he rolled around awkwardly in the makeshift bed on the floor of the bedroom. Above, sprawled across the queen sized bed, slept Julia, comfortable and peaceful without him. It was still early, the sun was slowly brightening against the closed window shades leaving the room cloaked in dim light and shadows as...