AUTHOR'S NOTE: I haven't been writing for long, and haven't written much as I submit this for posting. This story is a continuation of the first story I posted here called 'Forbidden Fruit'. You will [IMO] enjoy this composition more if you read the earlier one first (but it's not essential). I could have made this chapter two of the original story, but I s...
I have to thank my editors, for the look of this story. It sure wasn't this good when I gave it to them. * I had been at my favorite restaurant less than twenty minutes; hell, I still had the menu in my hand when Josie strolled up and dumped the world onto my lap. It wasn't her fault; she wasn't to know. Josie owned the place, and it's probably the only p...
Three days after the marriage of his frequent date Celeste Young to his best friend Mike Hastings, Logan Mayfair quit his job as civic affairs reporter for the Claytown Sentinel and took the 12:15 out of town. Logan had never liked trains and he liked this one even less; the so-called 12:15 departure had been 12.53 and he was in no mood to be kept waiting f...
Preface Interested in reading about a wife's first time being shared, from the husband's point of view, not from an author's? Then keep reading. Although we ended up realizing this fantasy in real life, it all started out as a fantasy, specifically my fantasy. It started out as a single dream, and then over the course of a few months to a year, the dreams...
Authors Foreword. This story could be another story about 'the people next door.' I have throttled back on the big words, and the sex going on does not increase the reader's heart rate. I am getting some good feedback via private. Thank you. ***** Barbara Gaston, a financial analyst for one of the nation's medium sized investment and retirement planning f...
She leaned over me. Her breasts pressed innocently against my back. "Think you've found the problem Steve?" "Yea, I do. Just hand me the small phillips." She retrieved the screwdriver from the box on the table and passed the tool to my outstretched hand. Again her breasts snuggled against my spine. I leaned further to unfasten the hose clamp on the water...
T I've started another serial. I can hear the groans now. It's just a start with this chapter and the whole thing is NOT finished so it will be at least a week. As always for me it's a "Loving Wives" core but pretty darn non-erotic. More of a spy genre. I was motivated by QHM1's "Mr. and Mrs. America" follow on story and of course the Arnold S. "True Lies"...
Disclaimer: This is a fantasy. No one in their right mind should participate in the activities the characters in this story do. If you don't like cuckold stories don't read it. Chapter 3 Third Date Conclusion. "I was thinking, after two months, that I might just survive all this with my marriage intact. I mean it seemed as if it was all behind me when,...
Byron Leicester had a difficult time visiting his strange Aunt Galena Twysel. Auntie Gal was actually only about sixty-three years old and damned good looking for that. The doctors said she had early Alzheimer's, though this mystified Byron as his aunt still lived in her own house, did her gardening and shopping. "But don't upset her or offend her" his m...
I married the girl across the street from me who I knew all my life. We were brought up together. I was a year older than she was and a year ahead of her in school. My name is Peter Benson and the girl across the street was Ellen Lettermen, now Benson. We use to play with each other all the time as we grew up. I guess there were a lot of times we had fights...