My name is Cindy. I am a realtor for a large well known company and in my area I am one of the top producing agents. I specialize in high end homes and sell many to executives relocating to our area. I am also a hot wife. My husband does not fully know, but I have been cuckolding him since before we got married 6 years ago. I am a blond, 5'-6 tall and have a...
Please... This is a married couples journey to cuckold and beyond... so if you do not like such stories please relax and move on to the next... For others that do... enjoy I needed a call of nature urgently by now. Talk about holding it in. Good thing I was a man... I cut the other tights holding the last arm and quickly got to the loo. THAT I definite...
Please Please if you do not like Cuckold Stories which lead onto the husband being dominated by his wife (and this involves humiliation) please do NOT read. You will only upset yourself!! For those that do.. please enjoy and hope you will find the Journey worthwhile and stimulating. Pippa and Harry -- A Journey. Chapter 3 -- Sunday. Weight challenge. Next...
The next day I overhear David on the phone to one of his friends. He's being careful about what he's saying aware that I'm within earshot. I'm assuming he's told his mate something by text message from his end of the conversation. "No, I'm not making it up. This afternoon? Yeah, I expect that would be okay. Paul? Hasn't he got exams? Oh. See you both later...
The Husband - Antony The squash matches between Stephen and I were usually tight affairs that went a full five games, but occasionally when one or other of us were not up to our usual standard then they could be over quite quickly - as was the case this week. Which is why, as we had time, I went back to Stephen's house after the match for a quick cold beer...
Do you ever lie in bed late at night and wonder: 'How the fuck did I get from there to here?' Three nights in a row trying to get comfortable on a granite-hard bed in the ice cold guest room – no wonder friends rarely stayed a whole weekend – had given me plenty of time to think about that. And to regret what I'd done. Okay, perhaps not so much time to regre...
The prison bars that separated Jeff from the outside world were very real, even as surreal as the situation commanded itself to be. Jeff's eyes started to tear. ---- But let's back this story up. They say that prisoners are the product of their environment, as was Jeff. He had never suffered any consequences for his actions. He never had to work a day of hi...
I never had much luck with girls. While growing up in America white girls always seemed to be out of my league and Indian girls always wanted to be just friends. My luck changed when my marriage was arranged with an exquisite beauty in India. Her skin was not too dark not too pale and she was blessed with amazing natural C cups. Her hips gave her the perfect...
This isn't easy for me to say, so I'm just going to say it. My name is Benjamin Saint-Preux and I'm a Black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I work as an auditor for the Canadian Revenue Agency, and it's a pretty decent gig. The government regulates our taxes here in Ontario but someone needs to regulate the government, you know?...
"Sometimes, my dearest Mariam, I like to watch black women get fucked by non-black men," Rahim Osman said with a sigh, and the six-foot-four, athletic and handsome young Somali-American Muslim man's shoulders sagged a bit as he finally confessed his most hidden secret to Mariam Wahid, his girlfriend of four years. Whatever her reaction, Rahim was tired of ly...