Damn, he was actually coming over, through the crowd. I hadn't talked to him since the big fallout. That wasn't my fault; he had simply refused to communicate in any way. This had the potential to become a bit embarrassing. "Lisa." "Martin." "You look good." "Thank you." The looks I had received throughout the whole evening had confirmed his statement....
We had moved to the US from India and were in the process of looking for job and settle down. I focused on the job while the wife went to college to get her master's degree. She is an extremely sexy woman and tends to flirt with everyone. One day - I came home and she had brought a young fellow - must be 23-24 latin guy extremely well built saying that he a...
My wife is a senior manager at a company while I only work in a factory. I've discovered J prostituted herself to her boss several times for promotion. The pain almost destroys me but.... I feel secretly aroused. She's a GORGEOUS little sexpot of a long haired brunette who was once a model, and now in her thirties, I never thought it would happen to me. She'...
An Essay - and no explicit sex in this short piece! * I am currently a tad addicted to Literotica - and no, it's not for the porn - explicit hardcore sex depictions - per se. It's for the emotional angst feelings generated in me in just one subsection of genre at Literotica. The broader genre is "loving wives" - the much narrower subset is the cheating wi...
Colin knocked on the door softly and waited anxiously. No turning back now, he thought. The man who opened the door had to be close to 6 feet tall and well muscled, and towered over Colin who was merely 5'5''. "Hi, I'm Colin," Colin said firmly, trying not to look intimidated by him. "I know who you are," Jake replied. "What do you want?" "I need to talk...
Watching my Somali Muslim husband Omar Suleiman's soulful brown eyes, I smiled as I began sucking on Tyson Jacobsen's long and thick Caribbean dick. Omar Suleiman, a short, slender yet muscular, forty-something Black man of Somali descent with light brown skin and a cool bald pate, watches as I, his darling Somali-American wife, suck off another man. That's...
In the Nixon years of 1972-73 in Washington DC there was a restaurant called The Exchange. In those days there were no stock exchange data on TV and no Internet. The Exchange had a ticker tape band of red numbers moving across the wall above the bar and you could have a drink or lunch and keep up with the market. It was located within walking distance of th...
I had a folder full of pictures but I knew it wouldn't make the client happy, it never does. I know it's just part of the job but it's the worst duty for you see my job is to find cheating spouses. It has to be one of the few careers where the better job you do the less it is appreciated. When they hire you, the client is always sure, they just want your ver...
Hi everyone! This is my third story in what I hope is a long series of stories detailing my life, my husband's life and our marriage ... along with how several sexy black men made our life so much better. If you haven't read my first two, Married Lex's First Real Cock and Married Lexi Gets Her Cuckold, you should. They give the background to where our life...
Early summer. Half past ten pm. A comfy bedroom. Andrew, the husband, is on the bed reading a paper. He is a forty something rather handsome guy. Susan, his wife, enters the room. Medium size, brunette, green eyes she is the typical next door mid-thirty-young-very-good-looking housewife. She hangs her dressing-gown and goes to the full length mirror in her p...