Some of this is true, though a bunch of facts have been changed to avoid revealing too much to our family and friends. It took place within the past 7 years, though the effects continue through today. After working as an executive in the corporate world for 25 years, I was ready to do something with a much lower stress level. I had accumulated several hundr...
I sat, waiting. I knew her well. I should after fourteen years of marriage. Her need to control every situation would prompt her to hurry home, do damage control, would overpower everything else. I idly wondered what kind of spin she would come up with. It had to throw her for a loop, getting caught. She was always the clever one, scheming, planning, worki...
Prologue Just for reader benefit, this story can be read as Chapter 5 of my Staid Wife series if you so wish but I confess I get a little bored myself of longer series and the events in this story were significant enough for me to make a standalone story from it. Introduction If you don't want to read previous chapters of 'Staid Wife to Slut Wife', the ba...
She was my wife's best friend, and my biggest nightmare. Don't get me wrong I don't think you and your spouse should share all the same likes and dislikes, but this girl could make the Pope cuss. She was condescending on a good day and downright venomous on a bad day. What makes matters worse is that Heather was a real looker. She had a body that turned he...
Sara had a master. He was a director at Cobolt Lansing, a major corporation. She worked for him as a secretary, handling all of his personal and professional needs. When the doors closed, Sara handled his sexual needs as well. It was fate, Sara thought. She got the secretary job on her own merits. She was a hard worker, intelligent, and highly disciplined....
My wife Jane worked for what we thought was a substantial company but this was nothing compared to the multi national corporation that had taken over. In the couple of months since this had happened much of her company had been sold off leaving only the small research division she worked in. More worrying, she had been the secretary to the divisional directo...
"My heart is broken." She said into the phone. The only response was the drone of the dial tone. He had long since hung up. "I don't know how I am going to survive this. I hurt so bad." She continues to talk. "I can say this to You, knowing that You can't hear me. You were my first — my first Master, my first lover to take me to the dark places I craved. Wh...
In a future not too far flung, humanity has progressed to a stage where almost all production and provision of society’s needs is automated. With no need to work, all citizens are instead driven to find lifestyles that fulfil their own and each other’s fundamental desires. This is achieved by the medium of an overruling system of artificial intelligences and...
The path to the apartment block door was dark in the moonless night, the hedge on the right swaying gently due to the wind. A storm was evident off to the west, lightning glowing in the distance. It was late, just before 1 am. As a result most of the apartments were dark, as if they were empty. Rationally of course I knew it was just that most of the inhabit...
It was the most conflicted Penny had ever felt in her adult life. Here she was, wearing an office skirt and blazer, in a sex club of all places. Satisfaction was billed as a high-end BDSM club for the corporate elite. Technically, that 'corporate elite' now included herself after the big promotion she had received last week. The talk around the office was...