George stared at the glowing computer screen from the depths of his dimly-lit "man cave", as he called it. In reality, it was the basement of his mother's house, where he spent most of his spare time. It was very cave-like, being dark, damp and smelling of moldy things growing. There was little that would be considered manly about it. It had a furnace in on...
The following is a sequel to Lovelit69's 2016 story, The Company Vacation. I would like to start by thanking Lovelit69 for graciously giving me permission to write this sequel. The original story, written in three parts, is about a man who goes on vacation to a Caribbean island with his wife and some of her co-workers. The vacation was intended to be a rew...
Don't take this one too seriously, it would probably fit into Humor & Satire as well. Many thanks to "Snooker70" for his help and editing. ***** I was sitting in my favorite easy chair, watching some soccer on TV - Borussia Dortmund vs. Bayern Munich, if I remember correctly - generally trying not to think about anything else, when my dear wife Anna passe...
This is part two of a story involving cuckolding and male power exchange. Please read no further if this offends you. --------- I was on my knees, helping my wife Kelli attach her garter belt to her stockings. I leaned forward and planted on a kiss on her newly trimmed pussy. "Now, now," she said, "Let's save that for Ron." Based on the email that he sen...
My slut wife. The Final Chapter During our last year together, my wife became very derogatory towards me, putting me down as a man and telling me I wasn't able to properly satisfy her. Twice that year she disappeared on me and the boys. The first time she went missing, she called the next morning and said she was at a YWCA safe house because she was afraid...
Chapter 25: Discovering Who I Am, and Always Was October, 2012 Preface: Please, dear Literotica reader, if you don't like stories about cuckolding, don't read this. It's about cuckolding. Honest, I wouldn't lie to you. But if you read it anyway, and you get to the end and go, "Holy shit, this story was about cuckolding!" and insist on giving it a low ratin...
You can own a great many things. Possessions are always beautiful, they are always taken out of jealousy. A Mercedes is comfortable, it’s power is unquestionable; the way that the leather feels on skin, the way the seats embrace the occupants, the radio sings as beautifully as a siren; but the car isn’t owned for it’s creature comforts. Its owned out of jeal...
You've been engaged for a few months now. Your bride-to-be, Emily, was a stunning brunette, and she knew it. She was average height, 5'7", but there was nothing else average about her. Her long wavy brown hair seemed to always shimmer with an unnatural glow which complimented her flawless skin. She wore a knowing smile and a pair of eyes that could see...
January 3rd, 2009 On that one fateful night, John’s fiancee Mandy had gone out with her friend Kate. John himself had decided to stay home for a few reasons. The primary reason was just that he didn’t really feel like going clubbing. He’d felt down for the past few weeks. Maybe it was a chemical thing, he told himself. Or maybe it was because of the increase...
Morgan Klein stared, wide-eyed and slack-jawed, when Chris dropped his pants. To say she was impressed would be an understatement. A smile crawled slowly onto her face as she took in his limp manhood--boyhood, really--and found him larger than her husband at her husband’s proudest moment. More impressive was the fact that Chris wasn’t even hard yet, though h...