This is a work of fiction. If you don't like it, don't read it. I sat staring at the computer. It had taken a little research but through the all knowing and often wrong google I had finally figured out how to track which internet sites my husband visited. It had taken a little more research but I figured out his login name and password and was able to log...
Let me tell you a little about Jennifer. She is my wife and is 20 years old. We were married two years ago. I met her when she was eight. Her father is the pastor of our church and as you might suspect, she was raised in a very conservative manner and was allowed to participate in normal social events, like dating, but her parents were very attentive and gen...
Everyone wears a mask in today's world, and nobody ever truly shows you their true face. It's an indisputable fact about human nature. Take our friend Mona Abdul for example. She's the Yemeni-born wife of imam Muhammad Hassan, a prominent cleric in the Muslim community of metropolitan Ottawa, Ontario. Five-foot-nine, chubby, busty and wide-hipped, with dark...
Linda and I first met at the beginning of my senior year in college. She was an incoming junior that was transferring in from another school. Fortunately for me, I was a Resident Assistant which required me to attend the orientation session for new students a few days before the other returning students would arrive. It gave you me a great opportunity to che...
After 3 years without a vacation for ourselves, my wife and I were finally able to book a cruise in the Caribbean for an entire week. It was to be a much needed break from a stressful job and the full time 24/7 commitment of being parents. I was also hoping that it would be an opportunity to spice things up a bit. Our sex life wasn't bad, but the commitments...
Prologue: This is the story of Divya, a typical Indian woman whose life changed rapidly and in unimaginable ways within a couple of years. Let me start at the beginning. Divya was born in a small town in Madhya Pradesh in a conservative middle class household. From childhood, Divya was recognized as very good looking. She was fair-skinned, had thick straig...
My story begins about ten years ago when my husband Ritesh had started the Garment Trade. Soon he met a man named Sarath who was also in the same business, and he was senior in the field so and my husband became friends. Sarath really helped to my husband's Company. Being the same age as myself, Sajad and Sarath had the same ideas about life and Ritesh share...
I'm 74, a widower. My wife died fifteen months ago after a little over forty-one years of marriage. I didn't marry until I was thirty-two, a late maturer I guess. Marrying late has its advantages. I had sowed my wild oats, although they weren't all that wild nor sowed all that widely, so I knew what I was missing and it wasn't much. I had no trouble staying...
"I just love Tarpon Springs." My wife almost sang as we walked down the sidewalk that led through the little square to the main street along the pier. "No matter how many times I come here it always seems so special." "I just wish I lived close enough to come more often like you two." My sister who was visiting from out of state quickly added. "OK gals." I...
This is a story about how two jerks were able to take advantage of my wife, without either of us knowing. When I was later informed of all that happened and how it went down, I did get my revenge on these guys, but that's a story for another day. I'll start by giving you a little background about my beautiful wife Linda, myself and the two jerks (Tom and...