Gloria was glad she finally convinced her husband, Gary, to visit their old friends, the Porters in Orlando. Oh, Gary could be an old curmudgeon, sure enough. Everyone knew that. But even he admitted it would be nice to see the Porters again and Gloria was looking forward to seeing the Potters' daughter and son-in-law at the same time. They lived in a nice...
"Well, I'm glad we got that settled." It was a conversation that I knew was coming. Had been for weeks. A conversation I had braced myself for and even still, it knocked the wind out of me. It all started about a month ago. Up until then, we had been the best of friends. Well, hell, let's be honest. We were more than friends. It started as two lonely co-...
Author's Note: My last story was written just for fun, and was entirely fictional. Now it's back to reality, and my reality has changed a lot. My husband is now aware of my "indiscretions," and has taken an active role in my handling, along with his father, who was a former lover. Thinking back over the last couple of years or so, I'm reminded of how this al...
It was a Friday night when my buddy Kris called and asked me to come out to a few bars with he and few friends. I resisted the notion at first. Kris was a fairly rambunctious party boy and the friends; while I hadn't met them I knew they would be a rowdy bunch as well. My nights out with Kris often ended with a head in the gutter passing out while my friends...
The walk through campus nearly killed me. I could feel myself growing more and more painfully aroused with each step, with each flirty skirt, with each muscle shirt, with every single pair of heels. It was like men and women alike were trying to drive me beyond the point of control. I had to duck behind a few buildings and stand there like an idiot breathing...
My name is Harriet and I have a secret, I love showing off my body. I was a very early developer and often about 6 inches taller than all my friends. I became very self-conscious about my ungainly figure, especially among the boys, who all used to stare at me being the first to grow breasts. I was a very academic student, well spoken, and generally what you...
[This is a true story, up to a point. This is what might have happened, if I hadn't been a gentleman (or too scared, lol)!] I travel a lot with my job. I don't mind. I enjoy getting away from my wife. It is sufficient to say that my marriage was "on the rocks", but had been for years – I just wasn't ready to face up to it - so these trips were a welcome rel...
I was invited to a St. Patty's day party. It was supposed to be THE party to be at. I arrived and found it to be wall to wall. It was a cool party. The music was loud, it was hot with all the people, there were many kegs of beer, and the people just wanted to rub bodies together. My parents would have gone crazy, but it was my kind of party. By just after m...
It wasn't a conscience decision to behave myself that had led to my newfound fidelity. It was more along the lines of my new pair of glasses. I was simply getting older and no longer having an interest in women was simply something to adjust to, like remembering where my glasses were before setting out to drive at night. It wasn't a difficult adjustment. A...
Now I admit that I'm not perfect. I mean, I married Fellah the slut after training her for only three months. But she had answered my key question with a response I never expected. "How do you want me to fuck you tonight?" "Mmmm, should you choose, Master, I would prefer that you refer to me as your whore, or just whore. But since you ask your whore what s...