I'd first like to once again thank Bella_Mariposa for an excellent and patient job editing, and for providing helpful & constructive criticism. Please enjoy the story Chapter 3 A week had passed since 'The Incident' as Diane liked to think of it. Despite hating herself for it, Diane couldn't help but think about it every day since she'd woken up next to Vi...
NOTE: This is a sequel, and while it is not necessary to read Part 1, it will definitely make more sense if you do! Either way, please enjoy this story. This is only my second story ever, so any and all feedback is very welcome. Thank you for the nice comments on Part 1! As I said, enjoy! --- Sunday evening. Admittedly, a weird time to be excited for, but...
Introduction: These stories are graphically sexual and sadomasochistic in nature. They contains consenting B.D.S.M activities. The key word there is 'Consenting'. However, there is no humiliation in them (as a sexual activity). It is a new story that has nothing to do with my other works. This is Part 2 of a multi part story. Recap: My lover, Joyce an...
This is the sequel of "My Daughter gets her first fucking". ******** Please note that this story will contain more graphic sex than an actual story line. If you do not want to read this sequel, by all means pass it up. ******** At the end of this sequel, there will be four endings. You may choose the one you like. Enjoy!! ******** I told Diane that I...
Bryan brought his truck to a stop at the side of the road, just before the old wooden bridge that ran across Pike River. He shifted into park and glared over at Diane. "I said I was sorry," Diane said. "I know," Bryan said. Bryan stared out the windshield and off at the dusty road. "You said it enough times," Bryan said. "You were sorry when you dropped...
50 Years later - What are the odds? ********* This is an ongoing series. I suggest you read chapter 1 first. ********* The year is now 2018 and I have since retired and left NY where my daughter and son still live and I moved down to Palm Bay, Florida into an active senior citizen community. I got a great deal on a three bedroom ranch, with a screened i...
It was late in the slate gray afternoon when Diane returned from church, but she was full of the spirit as she opened the front door and turned on the lights in the foyer of her beautiful home. Nearly fifteen years after the miracle, and she still felt blessed every time she entered the four bedroom, two living room exurban beauty. Never more than at this ti...
On Sunday evening Diane and I were on the sofa in the front room. She was lying with her head on my lap and I was reading to her. This was a more recent addition to the books she had gotten from the library, but wasn't available on tape. In fact most of the books in the series weren't on tape and I had promised to read them to her. There was a knock on t...
Tim fixed himself a cup of coffee then went out to the verandah to wait until the girls were ready. A short while later, Diane come to him and leaned down to kiss him firmly on the mouth. "Timmy, darling, do we have to wear every garment?" "No, I guess not. Getting in and out of some of those things could be a bit of a hassle. I do want to see everything,...
It's been a tough year. Work's been crazy, our elder relatives have been demanding a lot of attention, we've both had that feeling that our lives have been spiraling out of control. My name is Mike. I'm a fifty-eight year old curator at a major museum. My wife Diane is fifty-six and has her own successful business. We both travel a lot. What was once a thriv...