I'd like to thank Randi for her editorial support and her great help and inspiration. ***** Mike Cooper was angry. No, fuck that shit! Mike Cooper was, what was that expression? Yeah, he was 'incandescent with rage'. There was absolutely no fucking need for what had happened. Yeah, okay, so his wife was, shit, had been, a cheating, duplicitous, conniving...
Please vote. Please give me the support of your vote. I dedicate this story to Walter from Southern California. * Something that all women say one time or another, "How do you like me now?" Later in their marriage, had they not shared the commonality of them both being cheating spouses who were sexually attracted to young, firm flesh, Jay didn't think th...
I walked the guys in to the lounge, the click of my high heels echoing around the expansive room. Still holding the hard cocks, I looked over at James who was holding a digital camera. Holding the two cocks, draped in my leather look Waspie and black seamed stockings, I definitely looked the archetypal slut. "Look at these cocks James. They're going to ple...
Many thanks to Dennis for the editing of this story * I'm Michael "Mic" Wallmann, a married man in my mid forties. My pretty wife Marianne is two years younger. Our daughter Julia is sixteen and our son Melvin is fourteen years old. When this story begins we still are a typical middle class Scandinavian suburban family with fair jobs and fair house. Withou...
Over the past few years I have been promoted more than my fair share. I am a pretty jaded person so while I am completely deserving of each promotion I have a sneaking suspicion it is because I am an attractive woman in a predominantly male dominated field. I have a hard time working with women so when I was allowed to hire an assistant I picked a young man...
8. The Day: I'm Melanie. I'm a 30 year old, married slut who cheats on her husband almost daily, if not even more often than that, because he can't come close to satisfying me and I can't possibly get enough cock anyway. This is another entry in my memoirs. At the time I'm writing this, I've got about eight to ten guys who I count as "boyfriends" -- guys...
This a rework and update of an earlier story. *** I walked into the trendy nightspot, heading to the far end of the bar, where I could see Suzi and Jim were waiting for me. I'd been friends with these two for over ten years, and would meet up on a regular basis, mainly to lust after and flirt with Suzi. Jim didn't seem to have jealous bone in his body as I...
My husband turned me into a prostitute, I'm loving it, and best of all - he doesn't know. Michael changed jobs about six months ago and while the new job pays considerably more than his old one he has to spend about three weeks out of the month on the road traveling. I am a very highly sexed lady and going without a steady diet of my husband's cock had been...
I've just completed my chosen ensemble for this evening and I'm now standing in my bedroom, looking at my reflection in my full length wardrobe mirrors. I was just about to twirl around to view the full reflection of my pink PVC lingerie clad curvaceous body, when my husband walked into the bedroom, stopped at the doorway and sighed. "Are you really weari...
I hit the post office on my way home from work and, as usual, my box was full of junk mail and bills. I leafed through them and dropped most of them in the trash can next to the table. Between the Visa statement and the Conoco bill was an enveloped addressed to me in the flowing handwriting I knew only too well. I'd been getting one a month for over a year....