What was also clear to me know more than ever was just how much I LET her rule my life. Anger, depression and hurt surged through me. I felt as if a knife had been stabbed through my heart all over again. It was time to put an end to this farce. Taking one last look at the pathetic reflection in the mirror, I decided that it was time that I finally did som...
LAST CHAPTER -- Part A Okay all, this is Dave. I know some of you have been waiting for the end to this adventure. Well, Angie has been busy writing and then re-writing and then she will think of something else. Then she decided it was too long and cut out stuff. So it has been two months since it happened, the breeding party, and she still has not gotten i...
My still very attractive wife of thirty two years has a habit of penciling out on a piece of throw away paper, the message she intends to send via birthday or thank you card. She then edits this written message on that piece of throw away paper before writing in ink, her final version on the actual intended card. Invariably she asks me also to edit her pen...
The drive home seemed interminable. My father, my uncle, and my cousin had maintained an inane chatter right from the time we departed Chambersburg. All I wanted was to get home as fast as possible. Probably because of that very desire, we stopped twice for something to eat, two separate times for drinks, and three times for bathroom breaks! A drive that sho...
SHE KNEW RIGHT FROM WRONG STEVE I am Steven Albright. I am 28 years old. I am married with a two-month old son. I love climbing trees. I have always loved climbing trees. As a child I broke each arm falling out of trees, but that didn't stop me. I climb trees to celebrate. I climb trees to cry. I climb trees to plan. I climb trees just to feel the wind aga...
"But honey, trust me. It's going to be so fun, so sexy, I know you're going to love it. Do this one thing for me just because you love me. You do love me, right?" There it was. The "if you love me you'll_________" trap. Fill in that blank as you see fit. Do the ridiculous honey-do list on what should be a restful Saturday afternoon. Learn to waltz. Spend th...
I find most cuckold stories tedious and repetitious. After all, how many different themes can there be on "I wanted my wife to cuckold me?" But, occasionally there's one that shows originality, depth of character development, and is well written. All of those traits were exhibited in "Circle of Cuckolds," written and posted here in January of 2006. The endin...
I know it sounds cliché, but I believe that my wife Joan and I have the perfect marriage. We will have been married for twenty years next month. We're every bit as in love today as we were when we first met. We hear stories about other couples who have problems and end up in divorce, but neither of us can imagine that ever happening to us. From the beginnin...
Note: this is purely fictional. I think a lot of women have had the fantasy of being swept up by a younger, more forceful man, who would then relegate her wimpy husband to the role of servant and maid. This is my version, with a little twist at the end: Harold was laboring, his thrusts becoming less forceful, and certainly for me, less pleasurable. I wished...
I tossed through a pitiful sleep, my dreams haunted by my impending reality. The dream began with a tremendous thunderstorm rolling in, the clouds looked menacing and there were hundreds of lightning strikes and the claps of thunder were deafening. Without warning I watched as a powerful tornado formed from the storm clouds and destroyed everything in its pa...