This is a true story and my first submission to Literotica. I have some real regret for what happened and my part in it but for some reason I was powerless to stop it. I appreciate any comments. To my knowledge, my wife Sally had never cheated on me in 14 years of marriage. We have two great sons (12 and 10) and have always enjoyed a good sex life. Sally ha...
In the southernmost part of the Florida Keys, Key West, there's a bar on Duval Street called The Bull, located in an old three-story building. They have very good live music most afternoons and every evening, and big open windows at street level that allow passers-by to look in from the street and listen. One flight up from The Bull is another bar called The...
Chapter Five - The Final Party Part 1. Recap Hi, I'm Jack, and I want to share with you the sorry tale of how my wife ended up being used as a sexual plaything by a group of men who work for the same company as her, and how much I enjoyed watching. The events that happened are all true, and I admit I'm not proud of my inability to stop what was happening,...
It was well past midnight and Dancing Wolf still remained fully alert, perched up high in a tree which was a century-old oak. The view he had looked out amongst the grasses which covered the prairie, softly swaying with the wind which blew through the land. While his pose was relaxed, his senses were fully tuned in, attentively monitoring everything that wen...
Author's Note: A couple years ago I was wondering if I could write a story that was entirely dialog. This is the story that came out of that experiment. Everything blow the line of stars is fiction. It is entirely made up. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Hey, guys. I just had to post this here. I know you're going to...
They say dancing is a good way to release some of that built up sexual energy. I really found that to be true. Last night I couldn't sleep. I tried but it's too hot and I was too horny. Too needy. I slipped out of bed about 2:00 AM and pulled on a white tank top, no bra, a short skirt and boots. Stuff I wouldn't normally wear but my niece left it at my h...
Forward: I decided to write some stories that explore a husband and wife's disagreement over her interactions with other men. She often defends herself saying he is overreacting and that what she's doing is only "Harmless Flirting," and that he has nothing to worry about. In this story, the woman, Donna, is exceptionally fond of dancing. Further, she likes...
I was lying in bed, looking at my loft through the frame of my feet: the small kitchen area, the couch sitting under the large bay window, and opposite that a wall was taken up by a long metal table, with beakers and jars taking up most of its surface. The lab would have to go. The cooking, the drugs, the experiment. I was going to give it all up for Nicole,...
I have always wondered why a woman would give in to blackmail for sex rather than just refuse. But the look in my wife's eyes changed my outlook on that subject. It started a few months ago, while we were on vacation in Seattle. We had left the kids with family and took a long weekend for ourselves down in the big city. We decided that we hadn't let loose in...
I was encouraged to dance from an early age. My father was a British Champion and hailed from the North West of England, competing frequently in the World famous Winter Gardens in Blackpool. When he met my mother his dancing career stopped and he opened up his own dance studio. This included training me. This didn't bother me, as dancing was all I knew. Appa...