This is a continuation from Holly's First Night Ch.03. I woke needing to go to the toilet. As I moved to throw back the quilt so I could sit up I groaned involuntarily; my shoulders hurt like hell, but there was a very pressing need to get to the loo pretty quick. I was in Zoe's bed, but she wasn't there. I made it to her bathroom and sat on the toilet, th...
When I returned from lunch and saw the large mailing envelope on my desk I knew exactly what it was. For just the briefest moment I hoped that perhaps it has been sent to me by mistake, but I really knew it wasn't. The real question was who sent it to me. I sat down, picked up the thick envelope and examined it more carefully. The envelope was addressed...
As Mandy pondered what had happened she knew that it had been a month since her sisters Mary and Jan had had her over either of their houses. She would meet up on the weekend to watch one or both of them get royally fucked by a very handsome, well built and very manly type of man who each had a extraordinary staying power and a large cock. And they were doin...
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. *** *** *** *** *** Ken sat in front of his computer stroking furiously. On the screen was a video clip of his wife, Karen. She was on all fours being fucked from behind by a tall, thin red he...
Wednesday: Doug: The doorbell ringing at 9:45 that Wednesday evening initiated the unraveling of my wife's deception, although she did not realize it yet. I answered the door to find myself facing a man and a woman dressed in reasonably normal business attire, although the clothing was somewhat out of style and obviously well-worn. I immediately got the i...
I'd like to thank Wolf Vixen for catching all the things that I miss that are right in front of me. How about a little non-fiction for a change? It's a true story, I'm just not saying if it was me or not. As always, grab a beverage and be prepared to be entertained or pissed off, that's up to you. I just don't understand black men. Is it their mission in...
Chapter 4: Polysexuality and Marriage A happy marriage is a wonderful thing. Being happily married is the best way to be. I've been very happily married for more than two decades, I've never been divorced, and I believe monogamy is the best choice for me. Many people have of course been less fortunate. Despite my belief in the goodness of a happy marriage...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of gay male sexual content. * He was sitting at the table in the parlor section of the suite as we entered. "Your safe word is 'earthquake'." Without saying another word, he stood and walked over to Ash, taking her into his arms, greeting her with a warm kiss. Her nervousness melted away quickly, as he caressed he...
I completely understand that posting stories in the Loving Wives category of Literotica puts a writer in the crosshairs of the toughest critics on this site, especially since about early 2017. I don't know what happened at about that time, but I know that scores dropped off considerably since then and the comments have gotten rougher. I've got broad shoulde...
I'm Pete Culler. Age 38. 6', 6" tall. Married to Abbi Culler (who was originally Torsdottir), age 35, for the last 7 years. Abbi was, at least to my eyes, a 'looker' with brunette hair and a nice figure, but not a 'trophy wife,' though. I never knew much about her early history or family, as she came here from the Mid-West and I thought it not important. Up...