This is a re-post of a 2009 story that had been re-edited. There is no sex in this story. *** It was Saturday and I was not looking forward to another afternoon of humiliation. My wife, Cathy, and I were spending the afternoon in the condo common area with three other couples drinking beer and eating off the grills. The beer was pretty constant but the f...
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...
This is a BTB story. Yes, it is improbable. Yes, it is stupid. No, it would never happen. This is longer than most of my other stories. There is a bit of sex here, but it is more towards the end. Typically, I don't go into a lot of sex in my Loving Wives type stories. For some reason, I just don't like a lot of explicit sex in these types of stories. I leav...
Foreword: This tale has been floating around in my head for a while. A different take on the old pulp fiction detective novels that I read when I was a kid. I hope everyone enjoys the ride. :) I.D. ------------------------------------------ I could tell as soon as Dani showed her in that this dame was trouble. No, not that she was trouble, but that she w...
"I can't believe he would do something like that! I mean, you would think a guy like him would never cheat, but I guess I was wrong. He seemed so sweet and caring; he gave me all of his attention when we were together; and now I realize I was a fucking fool from the start." Deana said as she sat in the office chair crying her little eyes out. "And you know...
I met my old friend Michael Albertson at a party. He asked me if I had published any of my stories on the web as I had told him the last time we met. When I said yes, he told me that if I wanted to write the story about him and his common-law wife Sarah and publish it on the net I was welcome to see him at his place an evening. I went there and here is his s...
Kamna was breathing heavy and Raghav was brought to his senses by Pooja's call. Raghav had one of the hell of a fuck. Raghav had a guilt now that he has cheated his wife. The phone was ringing continuously. He picked up the call. "Honey, where are you? I have been calling since long. It's my third call." Pooja talked on phone. "Mmm, I think phone was on si...
Trigger warning: I seem to be attracting a lot of frustrated idiotic incels and MRA types who don't seem to understand that fiction/fantasy are different from actual reality. So just a heads up for them. This story explores the details and consequences of willful infidelity in India. If that triggers you snowflakes, don't read it. If you still choose to read...
This is version 2 of this story. After some helpful comments from readers I have fixed up some of my writing errors and put it in the 3rd person past tense. Those of you who do not like this sort of thing then don't waste your time on this one. Some have suggested another section to carry on the story but I'm not writing one just yet. * Well, Robert finall...
Author's note: This is not your typical stroke story so if that is what you seek I suggest you move on to another story. Many thanks to Angel Love for the great editing of this story. * I'm a rather average married guy living in my Scandinavian hometown. I was neither rich nor famous in any way when I married my boss' daughter. Most of the time it is OK bu...