Chapter Three – The Photo Club "What are we going to do?" Jennifer exclaimed, as she sat down with a cup of coffee that she had just lost interest in drinking. "I don't know. I was not expecting Todd to find out what we were doing, and I was not expecting him to blackmail us." added Krista. "True, he is blackmailing us. We didn't have a chance to talk. An...
For all the curious readers that asked for it, this is number two (Yeah I'm sure a lot of you will think it is a big steaming pile of number 2) in this extremely accurate historical tale of 'cheatin' wives. Remember this is a story, and only a story. It is not intended to piss off any one group of wankers. No actual animals were harmed in the portrayal you a...
I wake up next to my wife; I was so tired and distraught from yesterday I never heard her come in last night. Still, I have to put my best effort into giving everything into my marriage and family and leave my rendezvous with Aaron behind me; far behind me. Lynda's back was toward me and I put my arm around her as I snuggled up to her. "No, it's uncomforta...
Present day: We arrived at the 'Sissy Salon' which was a covert sex club for downlow gay wealthy men and lesbians. As his agent and pimp I collected all his performance fees. I walked into the 'Sissy Salon' to make sure that everything was in place so my sissy husband could perform. Then I went to his dressing room to make sure everything I requested for me...
=== DAY THREE === The next morning I woke surprisingly early, at around eight o'clock, and when I stirred the women sleeping on either side of me did as well. They both moved closer into my arms, snuggling their naked bodies against me. For probably about ten minutes, I lay there awake with Trina and Katiana sleeping soundly and peacefully beside me. Trin...
Henri lay naked on the bed with Yvonne's head between his legs gently sucking his cock. His hands were behind his head and his eyes closed, enjoying the pampering his new wife was giving him. The Ring was wrapped in cloth in a leather pouch on the bed stand next to him. He could feel its pull from across the room. Yvonne was taking her time; he was humming w...
David is a person of very regular habit. He would always tell Margaret when he would be home and if plans ever changed, he would telephone. This was as much to ensure that she was ready to receive him with a fresh meal and the close attention that he demanded as it was for her peace of mind, but it did mean that he was very predictable. So it was an action e...
Father Frenault tapped his watch, just to make sure it was still running. It was. 3:26. Damn it! She should have been here by now! he thought bitterly, then immediately made penance for the mental outburst and bit of implied blasphemy. He could afford a few more minutes before heading over to the Murphy boy's wake. In the meantime, he had no choice but to wa...
This is part of an ongoing story that involves hard core interracial cuckoldry as a central theme. If you object to Black into White cuckoldry this story isn't for you, and I don't suggest reading further. * Our house settled into an uneasy peace after Randy moved in. Cathleen was obviously still becoming accustomed to her need for his cock. She had begun...
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