The Total Woman Industries Gulfstream G4 was fueled and prepped, parked at the executive airport, strobe and rotating lights flashing in the dusk. In the approaching limousine, Sheldon reviewed again the confidential document on rare earths ore assays from the Andean high plateau corner of Argentina. His wife Krista was speaking by SATphone with the mining c...
Chapter 11. Pool. Ann decided that she wanted a swimming pool. I asked her what was wrong with the campus pool. She replied that we cannot go skinny-dipping in the campus pool. I decided that she had a point. We talked to a pool contractor and came up with a plan to build a small pool in the woods. It was late in the season to build pools so the contra...
It had now been three weeks since we had entered the new relationship that she had forced upon us with her discretions. Maybe it had started innocently enough, but her visit to a club late at night without me or my knowledge had resulted in our relationship changing dramatically. We now lived with the knowledge that she was dependant on me, she relied on my...
Movies have made me the voyeur that I am and I am suing. I do not hide the fact that I am a voyeur, a voyeur who loves exhibitionist women. Oh, yeah, I love to watch, especially if you love to show. When I think about women wearing short skirts that shows their long, shapely, shaved legs and the triangular patch of white or pastel panty when they sit even...
Everything was perfect. The laundry was all dried, folded and put in the proper drawers. Floors were mopped and waxed. Dinner was in the oven. Windows were sparkling to a gleam. Perfect. Here hair was perfect. A little bob of sweet chestnut brown, delicate bangs to lightly hang in precision over her brow that shaded her bright blue eyes. Her dress was per...
Our deal was that we cooked and kept the house, and we were always available for sex. We got room and board and pin money. The men worked at real jobs. Liza and I divided the chores, there was plenty of extra time to pamper ourselves: experiment with our hair, do our nails, massage each other-- it was lovely. We could sleep as late as we wanted, have a leisu...
The light from the twin moons of Luna and Alt-Luna danced in the night sky over the City while, on level 6, Neela walked up the corridor to the one-room dome she shared with her husband. The red light flashing next to the latch told her she had mail waiting inside. "Oh," she thought, "I wonder if our lottery assignments for this year have arrived." Hurriedly...
This is a follow-up to "Another Naked Husband Party." You can read that one first but it's not necessary. * It had been some time since my wife Karen had myself and a few other guys perform naked in front of a bunch of women: friends, neighbors—even my female boss and one of my co-workers were there. At the time my boss Cara and coworker Allison teased me...
I met Cindy while attending classes during our third year at a local community college. For awhile before we met, we couldn't take our eyes off of each other. Afterwards, we couldn't keep our hands to ourselves. From across the lobby of the student library, her long, shapely legs absorbed me at once—gently tapering from a firm, full pair of cheeks to thin, d...
She knew as soon as she laid eyes on him. She couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was; his thick-as-a-carpet jet black hair, his square jaw, his dark green eyes that melancholically drooped at the outer corners, the shiny purplish shadows below them, his full well-defined lips, the way his sweater stretched taut across his chest or just the way he looked at he...