Note - this is a piece of fiction. The characters are not real. The scenario is purely a fantasy and does not describe any actual relationship. Laurel is not my actual wife. Enjoy! ***** I stood at the altar alone with Rev. Carl, the minister, looking out at the wedding guests. It wasn't a large wedding, still to me it seemed there were a lot of people l...
Four months ago, Ann's lover Vince moved in. Peter and Ann just celebrated their fifth year of marriage. Ann was a voluptuous woman with long black hair cascading down her back to her waist. She had 44DD breasts, an ample ass, thunder thighs, broad hips, beautiful green eyes and smile which made Peter melt. Marriage, but not wedded bliss. Peter stood 5 fee...
It's been a week since the graduation ceremony and Dave couldn't be more relieved. High school was over and he didn't have to deal with the drama anymore. One of the worst experiences was repetitive: he'd become really good friends with a girl just to watch her fall for another guy. Never having much luck with the ladies and always being just a really good f...
This is a work of fiction. I hope you enjoy. So, the news of my wife's pregnancy was not what I was expecting. She and her new 'husband' Markus were proudly announcing that he had successfully filled her fertile womb with his baby seed and that she was knocked-up with his black baby. It gave me pause to think carefully about what I had done. I had screwed...
Part 8: The Ceremony We arrived home and almost like clockwork, a text came in to Miss Jenny's cell as we pulled up the drive. Master's text read...time is fleeting slut so you will have visitor's at your place shortly to help with your final task before dressing and officially submitting and devoting yourself to me as my owned slut Oh, and make sure slave...
Note: This is the thirteenth episode in a series entitled "Roxanne and Willie". If you have not read the previous twelve episodes of this series, I encourage you to do so before beginning this chapter. This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recomm...
No more Roger. No more other man anything. For the next two years, roughly speaking, Jill went through the mystifying and ruthless curse of menopause. The hormonal changes were gradual, but with unpredictable effect, like some Gremlin had entered her body and taken charge. Life for her was a battle to salvage some semblance of normalcy, get through as many d...
The Day of the Ceremony is Finally Here Part 7 As I drove home from work, I could not stop thinking about how our lives as slave and slut had escalated so quickly. What felt like days ago, I was a powerful executive about to obtain my new and even more respected position, but instead I was driving home soaked in my colleagues urine as the new office demoral...
I heard the front door shut and rushed downstairs to greet my wife Sarah. How did the interview go I asked, with a sly smile she said better than I expected? What do you mean? Well she said, remember your favourite fantasy. My prick shot up like a tent pole at the thought of Sarah fucking someone other than myself. Of course I said curious as to where this w...
As I drove home from work, I could not stop thinking about how our lives as slave and slut had escalated so quickly. What felt like days ago, I was a powerful executive about to obtain my new and even more respected position, but instead I was driving home soaked in my colleagues urine as the new office demoralized submissive. My wife, who was the love of...