After my first post, I received several comments. Some of the comments were positive and others negative. Any comments that were constructive, I will take the criticism and learn to incorporate those suggestions into the subsequent chapters and other stories I write. One of the comments was about numbering the story as Part 1 or some variation like that. Tha...
Whatever the long-term results, Jess's cuckolding me with my brother and father seemed to have shredded whatever need for privacy and discretion she previously required. Courtesy of my father, she'd had all her body hair removed by laser and was now completely smooth and soft. Much to my discomfort, she'd "outed" us to her mom and older sister, but her mom h...
(Please read A Tale of Two Families – Chapters 1 and 2 if you haven't already. This will make more sense if you do. This story contains elements of incest, cuckolding, group and bi-sexual relations. If this offends, please go elsewhere.) * Every minute that Greg waited in the small pizza place was filled with a sublime torture. It wasn't that he'd ev...
Friday poker had been an institution amongst a group of 6 friends who had been through every year and class of school together and who met every Friday to keep the bond and to make sure they had their time together, something that they all needed as it had been like that for over 10 years. Starting with sleepovers and then movie nights it evolved into poke...
Note: This story is the thirty-first installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous thirty episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter. This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongl...
Four months and ten days, had said Abida. It has been a very busy period of time for the three of us. Of course, my work as CEO kept me quite active. Apart from that, Master Faisal had asked me to help Abida with her preparations for the wedding as such and the banquet that was to follow. This was to be an "intimate" wedding, the number of guests being limi...
My name is Irene. I am forty years old, five foot two, brown wavy hair and big brown eyes. I have kept my body in good shape, despite fact that I have mothered two adorable daughters, six and seven. I guess I am fairly attractive, because of the glances I get from men, especially at the gym which I attend weekly for and aerobics class. We lived in a good ne...
Sunday morning, sitting in front of the computer, coffee in hand as I stare out the window of the den wondering what the hell just happened. Belinda is still sound asleep recovering from the wild night before and I am not even sure where to begin on describing our latest sexual adventure. Maybe a recap of the last two years is in order as I mull over the cha...
Note - this is a piece of fiction. The characters are not real. The scenario is purely a fantasy and does not describe any actual relationship. Laurel is not my actual wife. Enjoy! ***** I stood at the altar alone with Rev. Carl, the minister, looking out at the wedding guests. It wasn't a large wedding, still to me it seemed there were a lot of people l...
My wife, Claire, and I had been married for 10 years. We were in what I thought was a normal happily married relationship and, although our sex life was not as plentiful as it had been in the first few years we both seemed to be happy and reasonably satisfied with our lot. This didn't mean that we did not occasionally fantasize and share our erotic thoughts...