Chapter 1 – The encounter "Life is pretty mainstream", or so I thought. I lived a pretty average life: 45 hour a week job, hanging out with friends on the weekends, meeting the family on Sundays, the daily workout routine, and the occasional fling or girlfriend. I have never been a Casanova, but never really had a hard way with girls either. Ever since my s...
It started out so innocently; my wife and I were shopping on Michigan Avenue; Jane was looking for a new outfit for our upcoming 25th anniversary party. She found a nice dress and two pairs of shoes to match, but couldn't decide on which pair, so I suggested heading up to Gibson's to have a drink and get our daughter-in-law's opinion. Jane agreed, after tw...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions...
Chapter 6 I tossed and turned all night sleeping for short periods, but afraid I would oversleep or that the clock wouldn’t go off. About 4:30 I got up. I reasoned I’d need some extra time anyway so I got started. I sat on the toilet thinking about my douche. Somehow a douche seemed so much more acceptable than an enema. I tossed my gown on the bed and fill...
I haven't written anything for few months. I was too busy this summer. I had an idea come to mind, so I just sat down and wrote it. By the way, I do all my own writing and editing. The ideas come to me, and I write them down. ***** I know every husband who has ever heard his wife say she wants a "girls night out" knows that for the most part, nothing good...
My story draws near its close, dear reader, and I shall do my utmost to do these final moments justice in their detail. The first thing I shall say is that Oluth was clearly born for the mantel of leadership. While I'd thought him to be little more than a beast when we first met, I had since come to recognize what a being of great power, intelligence, and p...
It was a Monday in early February and it was England so of course it was raining. I sat at my desk in my office and watched rivers of cold water run down the clouded glass of the window as I ate my lunch without enthusiasm. In an attempt to maintain my new, slimmer figure for my lover the 'New Me' had dispensed with sandwiches and cafeteria food so instead...
The story is winding down to its denouement. The lesson is that decisions always have consequences, good and bad. And in this story all of the chickens are starting to come home to roost. The ironic part is that; as we live our lives we make decisions about the results of prior decisions. So it seems like we exist in this Frostian network of endlessly branch...
Sorry for the long time between stories. I boxed myself in and have been thinking of a way to continue this line of stories. To the Nasty Critics: I've noticed that this particular category is really subject to large amounts of nasty feedback. That is the reason I disabled the "anonymous" feedback since the vast majority of it comes from people too lazy to...
AUTHOR"S NOTES: This story is a BTB story with not much sex. It has cameo mentions of characters from my other stories. Most of the story is on our hero Henry finding out about his cheating wife Darcy, and the burning of his wife and her lover Chad. This is my third LW story. My earlier stories were based on non-traditional LW plots, actions, and ideas. Tha...