This is the third chapter of "I Make Believe I'm a Cuckold." You should read those first. [Writers love feedback. Please comment on and rate this story. About 99 readers out of 100 do *NOT* bother to do either. Comments help me improve my writing; ratings help other readers find what they will most enjoy reading.] +++++++++++++++++ Wednesday morning afte...
Please note that this story is rather extreme, and has elements of forced bi, painplay, etc. If that isn't your sort of thing, this won't be your sort of story. I'm also dropping you in the middle of the tale, as there are a few, much shorter, previous chapters. However, this installment should stand on its own. Constructive criticism is welcome, but I wri...
My wife Brittany and I are a very conservative white couple living in the south. I am Al, (actually Alton). We have been married for ten years. We both grew up in a strict conservative religion which I won't name. Brittany is 5'-6" tall and weighs about 130 lbs. depending on which diet she is following. I am 5'-8" tall and weigh around 175 lbs. She is a RN a...
Marcus has been trying to get me to have sex with another man since the third year of our marriage. I can't understand why. We have a great sex life. Every other night we fuck like bunnies for hours. When he enters me I have an orgasm almost immediately. He knows how to touch me and give me those special feelings. He seems happy in our marriage. We live com...
Jen said they'd finish their drinks and then come over. My cock was so hard! I hurried into the bathroom and jerked off into the toilet. I couldn't remember when I'd beat off so much. But I needed the release before things got started. I cleaned up and pulled up my pants. I got a spare pillow and blanket from the closet and put them next to the sofa. I turne...
Author's note: Since the first part of the story of Mike, Faye, and John got some angry comments (Interestingly enough, The Fashion Queen Learns her Place, a story in which the wife is the submissive cuckold, barely got comments and there weren't any complaints about her being a wimp), I probably should tell you that, even though I AM a pervert, cuckolding i...
I was in the kitchen when I heard it — Steve was on the deck cleaning the grill grate thingy — KNOCK — KNOCK —KNOCK For a moment, my heart leapt. I quickly checked the clock on the microwave, "Its not even close to 6 yet — It can't be him....right?" I thought. I walked to the back door and opened it ... "Steve — someone's at the door. Can you....?" "Ye...
Part 8: The Ceremony We arrived home and almost like clockwork, a text came in to Miss Jenny's cell as we pulled up the drive. Master's text read...time is fleeting slut so you will have visitor's at your place shortly to help with your final task before dressing and officially submitting and devoting yourself to me as my owned slut Oh, and make sure slave...
This chapter is an extension of the recent developments in Chapters 5, 6, 7 & 8. If you are new to the story, you might consider reading at least chapter 5 first, but make no mistake it is not a necessity, this chapter is good as a standalone too. Any references to celebrities or real-life people or places are purely fictional. Any and all sexual situa...
Here is your word of warning. There is a cuckold in this story, whether or not he remains one plays out as the story goes on. If you read the description, you can already guess where this one is headed. Once again Thanks to PapaGus and his deft hand for editing this. ***** The headlights of my Suburban pierce the inky night, leading me back to a place I t...