Alcohol! This was the trigger that started the cascade of my marriage destruction. Not excessive drinking by me—Kenneth J. (for Jerome) Hart, 6' 6" tall—or my 5' tall brunette wife, Miola. No, nothing alcoholic crossed my lips that night. It's just that I can't drink, and she knew it. Somehow, I'm missing a gene or something, because one beer, or small glas...
"Even though hubby and I have danced around the subject of me going outside of our marriage ... I can't help but have this lingering sinking feeling that no matter how much I tell myself cheating won't change the love I have for him, something has got to change, right? My respect for us as a couple? Respect for myself? I torture myself with these thoughts. T...
I got the idea for this story from a short video clip As edited, the scene made little sense. I am attempting to flesh it out and make it plausible although I doubt it ever would happen. ****** Elizabeth, or Liz, as everyone called her, wanted to make a good impression tonight. Her husband, Justin's, new boss was having his supervisors over to his new hous...
Ever have one of those days? Everything seems to be going wrong… That was what kind of day I had. Went to work spilt coffee all over my blouse. Then just before I could finish my report and save, the computer froze! I lost everything. Well… That’s just a portion of it. I get a call that my dog is missing, then my water is shut off so there goes my soothing r...
It had started as a force, a power that fed on the despair from the lost souls wandering the wastelands of transition. But transition was not the final place, and eventually the despairing souls would find the way to pass through and new ones would appear to take their place. The force had learned to reason and to manipulate, it had learned that there were w...
Charlie Rokeby, recently having become Lord Ashfordly and his new bride Mary and his best Man, The Hon James Flemming, have perforce to repair from Ashfordly Hall to the Metropolis to foil duplicity and deceit of his late uncle's Agent Bradbury. They walk and run to Catesby station to catch the midnight Luggage train, to outwit their oppressors. The Master...
Actually, I don't know what pissed me off the most, the fact that my asshole of a boss was fucking my wife, that half my coworkers were fucking my wife, or that my wife was doing all of this fucking without telling me about it. She knows that my favorite fantasy is to watch her with other men and for six months now she has been getting banged right and left...
I was staring at my computer screen when she walked into the den. She had been coming home from work late for a long time. Today was no different. It was almost 10:00. The kids and I had already had dinner and finished homework. They had been in bed for almost an hour. They hadn't even asked about their mother or why she wasn't home. That was a recent develo...
"Oh yesssss! Eat my pussy, you bitch," Reina moaned, gripping my head in her hands and humping her drooling brown haired gash at my mouth. She loves to fuck my face when we're in the office. "Oh. Oh. That's it. Lick my clit, you worthless faggot. Make me cum in your mouth." As I did as she ordered, I could taste the cum inside her. I had tasted that flavor...
From an idea by dahlia57 Mister Jenkins had forced Neelam into becoming his real girlfriend, telling her what outfits she had to wear at anytime, even when she went out with her husband Swaroop. It had been quite strange for the first occasions but she soon felt it really unimportant : Swaroop was the man she loved but Mr Jenkins was her boss and her money...