Warning, you are entering a cuckold free zone. If you do not like stories of temptation, human frailty, and redemption, please do not read this story. You will not enjoy it. But, if you take solace that there are husbands who fight dirty to save their marriages I bid thee read on. Once again I find myself in the position of being a mere scribe, presenting a...
This story happened in the early 1990's. My wife Rachel and I married young. We'd known each other our entire life. We didn't attend the same school, but our parents were members of the same church and took it seriously. Our social life seemed to revolve around the congregation, so Rachel and I grew up together. She was good looking and she intrigued me, but...
I found several stories in a dusty old file in my old, seldom used, lap top, I thought I would submit them. GE 286. My name is Terry S. Mc Murtry. I am six feet two inches tall and weigh 230 pounds and don't have much fat on my body. I stay in good shape because my wife, Marianne, insists on it. I run 2 miles at least 5 times a week. Marianne runs with me...
As they pulled up outside her house Sarah saw the curtains across the road move. "Mrs Smith knows I am home," she said, "Don't look, just get out and casually walk with me up to the door, no display of affection, we have just been to a business function. I knew she would be looking to see what time I came home." David got out of the car and came round to ope...
I was where I was supposed to be, kneeling by the bed, when I heard the lock being turned and laughter from the main door. A warm heat of embarrassment ran through me when I realised there were two voices, just as my girlfriend had said there would be. My legs shuffled restlessly as I forgot about the aching both from my knees and from my caged, moist cock b...
Officer Flannigan was making his rounds in the park when he came upon me. I sat upon a park bench nearly catatonic as the sun was trying to peek above the horizon. The late November morning had a foreboding chill. The maples, oaks, and the few elms that survived the Dutch elm disease were long barren. Their leaves danced in the in the icy wind that swirled a...
Author's note: I was in a hotel bar one time talking to a guy that was in town to play darts. I thought it was interesting that people actually travel around doing this. I wanted to write a romantic piece and decided to use that as my background. Hope you enjoy. Thank you for the feedback on my other stories. I'm reading them and trying to do better. ***...
Although Sam's coming into our lives was accompanied by lightning and thunder, we never could have imagined the impact of his arrival. I guess I still can't. I'm seventy-two years old now. I was seventy when the story began. My wife, Corrine, was sixty-eight. We have two boys and a girl, all born and raised in this small Midwestern town. They've moved away...
Three Friends And A Cuckhold12-11-19 By jnebegood Larry was the Black Cuckhold among the three friends. Ackley was the White, female whore of the trio and Evian was the White intellectual of the group. The trio had come to terms with each other after Evian had wanted to spice up his long-term fizzling whore-spin with Ackley as their affair was losing its...
Blue Ridge Intimacy Retreat Chapter 1 -- Reconnecting with an old friend I stopped in Asheville on my way home from seeing my son at UT. I didn't have anything I needed to get back to, so I decided to have a late lunch and a couple of craft beers at a local brewery. I've done nothing but bury myself in work since the divorce two years ago and needed a chan...