Emma is a marketing manager at my office. She is blonde, six feet tall with long limbs which makes her incredibly elegant and very graceful. Always dressed in fine fashionable clothes, she literally glides across the floor when she walks. A real life Disney Princess. It's also her kind nature, her warm and friendly personality that makes Emma so damn lovely....
Jack Boston was a competent member of the Pottersbridge village cricket team. A good middle order batsman and a good utility bowler. As a youngster he'd even had a trial for Northamptonshire Cricket Club, but it hadn't come to anything. Pottersbridge was a large village in the Home Counties. It was 40 miles from London and fairly prosperous. Jack was marri...
Mrs. Molly Brett, at 38 years of age, found herself a bored, suburban housewife, her husband gone again, doing another of his museum-display designs and construction assignments. Idly thumbing through a small stack of woman's magazines, she stumbled on an article that caused a bolt of raw, sexual electricity to course through her body. She avidly read about...
In days of old, as nighttime grew cold,    approaching October’s ending Back when a carriage was drawn with a horse And nary a marriage knew respite, divorce– So a bad choice at twenty meant lifelong remorse–       A woman named Sarah lay dying... When she was a bride, tall and wide-eyed,    her beauty and innocence blendin...
PROLOGUE: "The Talk," epitomized in song, fable and hundreds of Loving Wives stories. Most of us have used it as a plot device in at least one or two stories—even me. The problem with "The Talk" is its believability. Could anyone actually be so stupid as to sit down with their spouse and proclaim their intent to cheat in some manner? The answer is yes, bu...
"I talked with Betty today." I told my wife Veronica as she brought me a glass of Jack. "How is she, we haven't met in over two week. Can't believe I can go this long without gossiping with her. Did you guys talk about anything interesting?" She asked as she sat down with her G&T. "You might say it is interesting. Who am I kidding, it is most interesting a...
I’d been working as a doorman of this club called The Loft for two years now. It was a good job. Good pay, $30 an hour. Flexible hours so I could study during the week, I typically only worked Friday, Saturday and Sunday nights. People always asked, doesn’t it suck having to work every weekend while they got to drink? Not really. I was used to working weeken...
Note to the Reader: This story is about a couple who fantasize about exploring sharing sex with other people. It is not about cuckolding, but is a story about a loving couple who wants to add to their relationship through being open sexually, with each other and other people. Warning: This story deals with a rape that occurred in the main character's past a...
Thank you for reading my story. Once again I would like to thank, JACUZZIGAL for her editing skills. ********* You could say I was fat, dumb and happy. I'm really not fat--it's just a figure of speech—but I was dumb because I thought I was in a solid marriage. I was wrong--she's a lying cheating slut. I'm John T. Miller my friends call me JT or BeerMan....
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...