I was seven months pregnant, my hubby Stan was on a business trip and I was wanting it so bad that the neighbor's Siberian husky was starting to look good. Fortunately I wasn't ready to go that route. Not yet anyway. At least not as long as Bobby was available. I picked up the phone, called him, and told him that I was in need his services and he told me he...
Spencer Askren leant down and hugged his daughter Amy goodbye. “Be good in class today sweetie. I know you will crush your physics test,” he told her before giving her a kiss and sending her off. “Thanks Dad,” Amy replied. “Don’t forget I have softball tryouts this afternoon,” she told him as she left the school drop off area and made her way to the entrance...
Chapter 8 – Eloisa The weather quickly changed a couple of days after Kim's birthday. Cold rain and sleet constantly bombarded the dreary streets of Danube City, with the promise that there would be no let-up until next spring. The pavement was covered with cold water and the last of the bicyclists were driven off the streets and into the city's trolleys. T...
Carol's story branches here. This chapter can be read both here in the BDSM section, and in Loving Wives. The two are quite different. One is much closer to the truth. You might be surprised by which one that is. -- Dora. -------------------------------------- "John?" Carol spoke quietly to her husband as he sat at his drafting board, completely involved i...
"Penny for your thoughts, Susie," my sweet husband inquired, the side of his face resting against my wild, unruly, untrimmed pubis. I don't know how long we had been laying there. Basking in my post orgasmic afterglow I had been daydreaming about a much earlier time in our marriage. I ran my hand over his now bald head remembering when it had been covered w...
Many thanks to Dennis for the editing of this story * I'm Michael "Mic" Wallmann, a married man in my mid forties. My pretty wife Marianne is two years younger. Our daughter Julia is sixteen and our son Melvin is fourteen years old. When this story begins we still are a typical middle class Scandinavian suburban family with fair jobs and fair house. Withou...
The Honorable Brian Smith was furious, as his wife's body lay on the bathroom floor, the victim of a suicide brought on by constant flashbacks of her rape by Ambassador Geoffrey Maxwell, the Canadian envoy to the UN. The worse thing was that Maxwell had diplomatic immunity, so nothing could be legally done to him. Here he was, a federal judge, and he could...
I was reading a review in which a Literotica author wondered why her cuckolding stories so often produced enraged comments, a question I too have often had about such stories. I mean why read what you don't like, it's not like authors don't often warn reader with their story titles or a preface paragraph. Why read, presumably jerk off, and then attack the au...
It wasn't just the regular pussy that he enjoyed; it was that she wanted him to fuck her. Not cause she feared the police or her husband but because she liked it. She didn't say much. She came in when the shop was empty, locked the door behind her, and went to the back room. By the time he got there, she was naked. She did anything he told her. After the fir...
She was upset and unsure why. The plan was on track. A chance encounter at a restaurant. A casual invite to a party. Some flirting to get the ball rolling. It was a good plan. She climbed into bed next to her husband. "What's wrong?" "I don't want to talk about it." "If it's about that woman flirting with me, I'm not interested." "Damn!" "Pardon?" "I...