By Likegoodwine copyright July 2013 Here's another story for you, a bit longer than my usual ones. I often write stories that depict characters that are a bit extreme. This one reflects more a normal kind of guy. There is cheating in this story but no revenge: only sadness then hope. The wife isn't burnt, not even scalded. She will just be forgotten. Thank...
I sat in the sand looking at the black water of the ocean. The Atlantic wasn't as black as my heart had become. After Hector had entered my wife's room, changing places with his twin brother Juan, I had stumbled down the beach. The visions of my wife naked with her legs splayed open to accept the fresh hard cock for another marathon fuck fest crowed everyth...
Benny crested the steep grade and looked down at the valley on the other side. He pulled off on a siding where tourists loved to crowd during the vacation season snapping selfies with their cameras and phones. Didi got off the back of their tandem touring bike and took a seat on a flat rock breathing hard. He had taken over the front position a year ago. Di...
Rata came awake slowly. The first thing she noticed were the warm waters lapping at her skin. She smiled and relaxed back into its welcoming and healing depths. That was when she noticed the soft gentle embrace. The ample breasts pillowed her throbbing head. Breasts that had comforted her for hundreds of cycles. It took all of her effort to force her heavy...
Flickering flames light the room, bouncing golden lights around the dungeon walls. Toys of the best kind line the room, All gleaming and begging for some sweet sub to find their way into their special shackles. But they stand empty, cold without their lovers touch. No beautiful Mistress's touch to bring the toys to life and make them sing. A log falls in t...
This is the final chapter of this story and it should bring the story of Rick, Elle, and Amber to the end. I didn't rush it and let it tell its tale at its own speed. It is not for everyone, and that's ok – because I wrote it and I liked it. I'll admit the 1st 2 chapters are a bit clunky and don't flow as nice as I'd like, but that's ok – I felt the rust blo...
Dear Reader The events in the following story are loosely based on a real-life event that occurred in the 1990s. The names of the characters and institutions have been changed to protect the innocent and guilty alike. * The hot Honduran sun beat down on the excavation site while the group of diggers toiled. The group consisted of a dozen students from the...
When my vision cleared again the scene had again changed. I looked on a great vaulted chamber lit by bronze oil lamps that flickered from the walls. It was opulently appointed in the Ottoman style. There were low couches or cushions set in a semi-circle around a circular raised platform, which was draped in velvet and silk. Around the raised platform, suppor...
When I read cheating wives stories, I find myself asking the same question the husbands ask: "Why?" The what, when, where, and how never really interest me quite as much as the why. Of course, how the victimized spouse responds is always interesting. I've read that women cheat because they are looking for the love they don't find at home. I don't know if I b...
"I saw that," He said to her, and she blushed deeply at having been caught. He had ordered her never to make eye contact with another man, and only with Him when He had directed her to do so. This seemed a simple rule to follow; a fair display of her modesty. And it is not only that she looks, but how she looks. Her bedroom eyes, that she knows full well she...