This is the final episode. Hope you like it. I wanted to portray Joan acting just to a limited extent like a slut without really being or becoming one, and to leave the series with her determination not to push the boundaries quite so far again. And, given that, I think any further chapters would be something of an anticlimax... If you haven't read the oth...
Losing Trust How do you begin to trust again after being burned? I was in love. She was my wife and I thought she was my best friend. Debbie and I were married for six years when I found out it was all an illusion. We were living in Portland at the time, Debbie had recently taken a job as an internal auditor with the largest real estate firm in the city,...
Penny braced herself as she walked down the tree-lined sidewalk to Fred and Mona's house. Fred was her husband's younger brother, and he'd landed himself one heck of a catch. Penny couldn't help but feel intimidated at family gatherings whenever she was confronted by her tall, blonde, utterly gorgeous sister-in-law. "You can do it, Penny. She's a woman, ju...
I appreciate some were disappointed with my last chapter, but most comments were off in regard to where this goes. I split the second day into 3 chapters -- maybe that was a mistake. Needless to say, there is pretty much no point in reading this without reading the previous chapters. ************** CHAPTER 3 Yesterday I worried what Mariah's reaction w...
Even though Rosalind had put a white handkerchief in the window, the Duke did not show. She was restless, her shadow flickering up and down the room as she paced. The Chevalier knelt outside her door, watching her, unsure of what to do. He knew the reason for her lover's absence, a quarrel with his favorite Lignerol. It would relieve her, to at least know...
John was in the spare room wearing a nightdress and a pair of her panties when Sarah entered. He had been sitting on the bed, waiting for her but as soon as she opened the door he stood up. He looked a little ashamed, like a little boy caught doing something naughty, as if being caught wearing her things would get him into trouble. Sarah put the drinks down...
"Careful, babe, I'm gonna cum!" "Mm!" "No, Jill! Please, stop!" Louis pulled out of his wife's mouth. A frown flicked across her face. Then her huge eyes softened, gazing up at him. She pulled at his pulsing length briskly. "Come on, I know you want it." She leant forward, lapping her fat tongue under his joggling cockhead. "I want it." A treat had turned...
The next morning, Gavin woke Natasha and led her into the bathroom so both of them could shower and brush their teeth. "Thank you, Master. I'm glad that we fucked last night. I've been wanting you to screw me for a while now. I love you, Master," she declared. "I love you too, Natasha. You're a damn good slave. Now, together we need to plan for the party t...
You wouldn't think that something as small and inexpensive as a postage stamp could fuck up a marriage, but one of them, or rather the lack of one of them, did just that. I wasn't supposed to be there. There had been an accident at work. Joe Bivens hadn't been paying attention and as a result the turret lathe he had been operating took the little finger off...
This is the fourth episode in the Financial Planner saga. The first three episodes were told from the points of view of 1) the client/lover, 2) the planner/wife, and 3) the cuckolded husband of the planner. This episode is told from the point of view of the client's wife, the last one to learn the facts in the whole matter, and then was driven by revenge int...