Chapter 9 Who I am Cry myself to sleep... Yes... That is what I ended up doing after I'd left Veronica naked and in the arms of my friend Reg Morgan... Left her there in his house no less than 800ft away, there left for him to fuck and play with as we'd arranged in this new direction we had taken in our relationship, adding some 'spice' and trying somethin...
Chapter 11 Second impressions I was up early on the next morning, spending and extra ten minutes in the bathroom mirror making sure I hadn't missed any mascara in the corners of my eyes. I was still tired but I felt so much better... I swear I don't know what it is, but the best sleep you'll ever have is the one that comes the night after a hangover. I wa...
Cleaning Amy I looked up as I was emptying my lawn mowers grass collection bag into a plastic lawn and leaf bag and saw Amy's Ford Transit van pulling into her driveway next door. She quickly jumped out and ran into her house. I was a little disappointed to not have been able to get a better look at her before she was in the door. For having just passed 35...
This narrative is part of a multi-chapter story. Reading previous chapters will help the reader's understanding of each subsequent installment. As stated before, this is a sometimes slow-burn -- and yes, wordy -- story that showcases wife sharing. If this is not your thing and you still read on, any negative emotions it elicits in you is your own fault. BE...
Chapter 01 It's two days after the explosion, and I'm in an evac ride to Germany. A little background is in order. Maybe somebody I don't know is gonna read this someday, so I'll watch what I say. Officially, I was part of what we euphemistically called Operation Sandbox. Oh it had an official name or three, but it was just the U.S. Army's way of making th...
As I reflect on my life, I see it as evolving through several distinct parts. Part 1.0 was the usual high school and college experience of a spindly, awkward guy who was late to develop both physical and social skills. In high school, I played the mandolin and read a lot. In college, I played a little in a band and then married the first girl who liked me en...
I sit in the dim light of my apartment and watch my two children sleep, thinking about the decision I'm going to soon have to make, and every time I do my stomach clenches up. Am I a wimp or the most forgiving son of a bitch on this planet? How many times can a person be forgiven? Two, three, more, before the words 'I'm sorry' just don't cut it anymore? In...
Brooklyn I staggered into my house, kicking off my heels the moment I stepped through the door. I'd flown to Seattle, Washington, on Tuesday morning, and now, Friday evening, I was finally home in Chicago, tired and ready to sleep in my own bed. Short of flying charter, first class was as good as it got, but I still had to deal with crowds, terminals, lugga...
Feedback always welcome. This is a continuation from chapter 27, read the note below to catch up. This storyline (but not the series) concludes next chapter, but if you are lost make sure you read chapters 23-26 to catch up on things. There is a lot of story in the first part of the chapter but I think that the sex towards the end is a pretty good pay-off so...
WARNING: ** This is a story about an involuntary cuckold. Don't read further if you find this topic offensive. ** The following story is NOT a retelling of real events. It is the second story in a planned trilogy, exploring an individual man's reaction to discovering his long time wife, whom he deeply loves, has cheated on him. In this story, a man is unex...