Note: This story is the seventh installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous six episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter. This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recomm...
I came out of hiding with concern for my wife. Anxiety for her welfare, along with anger for her deceit, both accompany me now. Patty took part in a gangbang with our neighbor, Michael, and his two friends, Eddy and Bill. They showed no mercy for her first time with multiple partners. Without her knowing, I spied on her lustful affair from the basement and w...
When she awoke at 3am, she was not surprised to find him occupying all her thoughts already. He'd been in her dreams only moments before, though she could not recall the details. He'd been in her mind for days now, taking up all her imaginings, affecting her concentration at work, affecting the amount of attention her family received. She fought with him as...
"I can't believe you called me over with her here! I felt so awkward and so such a slut," she said. "And you know you liked it," I replied half smiling at her. "You're just a kinky fuck, you know that? You think she suspected anything? Did I do good?" she asked. "Hell no. It was perfect," I said. "Damn," she said drawing out the word. "She's getting her...
My sister Kathleen is a real bitch. I don't know where she got the idea that she is the center of the universe, but she acts like anything she does is the most important thing going on. Everyone has to do what she wants, and she gets all huffy when they don't. Case in point: one afternoon, a few weeks ago, Kathleen came home after shopping, as I was getting...
Author's Note: This is a story about cuckolding and humiliation, so if you don't enjoy that, save your time and spare me more of those "He should kick her ass out and beat them all up with a baseball bat" emails. It is a story filled with stereotypes and cliches. It is not meant to be original, innovative, or sensual. It is meant to be nasty and exaggerated...
"I'm Eric. At least I think I am. But these days thinking is not my foremost talent. Drinking is. I am an accomplished drinker-thinker. I marinate my mind. My brain is a pickle. It may have been yesterday that I saw Irene. It may have been the day before. Not that I care much. (Liar!) Ehm...I seem to care. An itch says that I do. But I drink some more and...
As the last rays of sunshine had finally disappeared behind the trees and roofs of neighboring houses, the backyard of Shawna and Tom was getting dark. But only for a few seconds, before the automatic light was turned on, another gizmo Tom was obviously able to afford. The green grass was set in a smooth light, emphasizing the rich color, and lights went o...
I'm lying in the dark on the bed in our guest room watching a baseball game, but I couldn't even tell you who is playing. I am naked and slowly stroking my cock and remembering how hot my wife Valerie looked when she left a few hours ago. She was wearing a see-through red blouse with a sheer red bra showing underneath. You didn't have to look hard to see her...
"Okay, I've got the dog's food, now I need some stupid tampons and some more castile soap" I muttered to myself. It was a morning of small errands before work so I could free up my weekend for more fun things. As I walked out of Target with keys in hand, I heard someone calling my name. I turned around and saw it was his wife, waving like a mad woman. I stop...