I would like to thank one of my readers, we'll call him Mike, for helping with typo's, grammar and punctuation. So here I sit, wondering what will happen next. I look down at my hand and in it is a pistol I didn't know I held. I am numb as I wonder where it came from. Looking up I see the green leaves of the tree in our back yard. Over to the right is the p...
When Rick and Gina had their offer on the new house accepted, they were ecstatic. Finally they had a chance to move out of the small starter home they'd occupied for thirteen years. To prepare the house for showing, junk had to be thrown away, clutter swept up to the garage, small repairs completed, and the house had to be painted. Rick painted a couple of...
This story is fiction and has no real truth. * I have been married for about three years. My wife Annie and I dated for four years before our marriage so we have been together for seven years. Annie is a beautiful 5'6" 135 Lb. brunette with 36 D tits. She has dark brown eyes and a great ass that can be grabbed 24/7. I am 6'1, 200 Lbs with short dark hair a...
Part 3 Explanations & Realisations Tentatively I knocked on the door to our master suite and waited for my estranged wife to answer. "Come in Bob!" her voice soft, muffled by the closed door. I opened the door and walked slowly into what had been, up until my infidelity, our haven of peace and tranquillity, our place for relaxing away from the pressure...
I was tired, sore, in need of a long hot shower, and a change of clothes. I desperately needed to get rid of the stink of shit and blood. Instead, despondently, I headed back down the stairs to get the gun out of the Land Rover. Yeah. Same old story. It was a Monday. Mid morning. My wife had supposedly left for an exhibition and conference in Brussels. But...
I was nervous. Karen, my wife of eleven years, had told me to meet her at the Tumbleweed Inn at 3:00. I knew that the bar would be pretty much empty at that hour, and whatever it was she had to tell me would have little to do with partying with her. I didn't know how right I was. The TI was where she and I had met thirteen years before. I had a bad feeling...
"Honey, we have to talk." Not words a loving husband wants to hear at the best of times, less so when he has just walked in after a particularly hard day at work. I look at her, she has a half empty wine glass in her hand, probably to settle her nerves. Shit, even Ray Charles could see she is more than a little apprehensive. I take off my boots and head u...
This story is inspired by an old joke that exists in many forms. If I did my job right, you will recognize the joke. If not, well, I'm sorry. *** *** *** I know what you're thinking. It isn't that hell. I live in Hell, Michigan, a small town Northwest of Ann Arbor. Look it up. I'm an electrical engineer and I work at the university. The physics faculty dre...
I absolutely depend on bras to get sexual arousal, indulge my fantasies and reach orgasm. Somehow, my fascination with this female undergarment triggers a wild desire of submitting to the women who wear it, not implying their approval, tolerance or even awareness. This transgression -- (ab)using a bra when you're not supposed to -- boosts the native sensua...
I marry a hot Filipina caregiver and she has sex with her black co-worker. She invites him home to fuck her. I watch my wife being fucked then eat her out afterwards. She has a baby and it turns out to be the other man's. Chapter One: A Hot Filipina Wife I met Florida in local club with two other of her Filipina care-giver friends. Florida is a stunningly...