~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ Susan's Choice - Sequel to Troubador's How High A Price. http://www.literotica.com/s/how-high-a-price An anonymous reader sent me this version of a finish to the Troubador's How High A Price, when he learned I was working on a sequel. He (or she) encouraged me to finish and post it, since he was never going to get around to it....
I opened a story the other day and what I read in the header and the first paragraph or so, was enough for me to close the story down again. I'm not one for what are euphemistically termed cuckold stories about guys who let their wives run around on them. However I thought to myself, does the first couple of paragraphs always have to tell the reader where t...
Yes, I'm the Asshole by Tx Tall Tales © ================================= ...but not the cheater! He's a real man, and he's not gonna take that kind of shit. Not from her, not from anyone. Thanks to Patientlee for her review and input. ================================= Yeah, I'm the asshole. She cheats on me, takes all I have, publicly humiliates me,...
Steering up the long winding driveway I had a feeling of apprehension. Leaving everything I've known my entire life and traveling half way across the country was more than just a little out of character for me, it was borderline insane. Up until a few weeks ago I was working in a managerial position for what I thought had been a stable successful manufactu...
It is a warm summer evening. The time is half past ten pm. In a comfy bedroom Andrew, the husband, is laying on the bed reading a paper. He is a forty something rather handsome guy. Mary, his wife, enters the room. She is in her mid-thirties and very good-looking with a medium height figure, brunette hair and green eyes. Mary removes and hangs her silk dress...
Warning - I like reconciliation stories. If you're looking for burning bitches, willing cuckolds, consensual swinging, wife-sharing or detailed sex scenes, you're wasting your time with this story. Like with my other stories. I'm a German and writing in a foreign language might cause some grammar errors in my story. xxxxxxx Finally, it's Saturday. My w...
Miguel only knew Leo was the first, not the third man, Jean had to some degree been physically intimate with. Jean decided it was better he not know about her previous deceit. They were water under bridge and no longer relevant. Learning about them might harm their relationship. They were in a mutually agreed to one sided open relationship and it began with...
If I had not promised my Daddy, I never would be able to sit through this lecture. She just drools on and on about cognitive psychology. I really want to stab myself. Only half way through, I can't pay attention to it anymore and stop taking notes. I suppose my Cumkitten would write them out for me from the recording of the lecture anyway. I would leave if i...
I looked around at the now mostly empty front room. It, like every other room in the house, was devoid of furniture and almost every other sign that anyone had lived in it, at least in anything like recent times. When she, my wife, got home; she was in for a big surprise. I had to smile to myself. Smile? More like a sneer, actually. When my wife: that traito...
I was sitting in the hotel lobby. The couch was comfy enough, even if it was a little close to the waffle bar. I guess that's what I get for going cheap. The hotel rooms were nice enough, with prompt maid service. The pool area was great. The itinerary said there was a hot tub, though I hadn't seen it. I was particularly fond of the conference room. Only a...