Like many middle age married men, I absolutely love to hear about my wife's past lovers. That may be odd to some people, but to many men, it is so damn hot. Below are some real, true conversations we've had. These take place when we're fucking or I'm jacking off or we are mutually masturbating. A little about my wife: she is early 50s, we've been married 25...
This happened long ago. My wife and I had been married for about a year. We met in college and were sweethearts from the start. It happened so quickly that it did not seem like we were dating, we were just together all the time. It was not asking if she was free this Friday, we just knew we were for each other. It seemed we immediately recognized in each oth...
The instructions she received had been very simple. He asked her to send a text message the moment she left work to wait for possible further instructions for the evening. Despite this, she did not send it. It was not that she ignored it on purpose, also she did not forget about it - it was more that she simply did not feel like sending it that day. Things...
This is a story of fiction. Bob and I wanted to write something a little longer that would include some of our fantasies. We both had input into this. It took this long to put it down because, being our fantasies, we had to take many breaks to work off the 'tension' of writing. Enjoy, Ellen Tim had always wondered what it was like to be a girl. He, of co...
At my husband's urging I have written an account of our first cuckolding experience. My husband Hugh likes to read such stories on the internet, and I have read a few myself. First I will tell you about us. We married when I was 21 and Hugh was 32. He had been married previously, and had two children who lived with their mother and stepfather. I always wa...
This story could go in a number of categories. There isn't a lot of sex. Thanks to my editors, LadyCibelle and Techsan, for making my stories a much better read. Since court shows seem to interest people, I thought I'd be Judge DG Hear. This is a totally fictitious account of a story I made up. Let me know what you think and I'll see if the Judge has any mo...
She was the most socially inept woman I had ever met. She was the most brilliant woman I had ever met. She worked for me and I had to apologize to many for her gaffes and lack of etiquette often. The only person in the office that would talk to her had just retired early, she was all mine now. I did appreciate her genius, her stick to it attitude, the mone...
Warning: Does have a racial slur, but not used in a racist manner. That Friday night in the hotel was the first time Andre and I ever actually slept together and I liked it even though Andre was not a cuddle person. I liked snuggling up to his large muscular body even though he would push me away after a while and one time told me, "Fuck, girl, stop hangin...
He wasn't my uncle. He was just some guy my aunt divorced. But he was family, the only family who would give me a place to stay in the town where I was entering college. Nobody had money to put me in the dorms. College was supposed to be harder than high school. Everyone thought that's what I needed. My own parents' divorce made me somewhere between nowhere....
Dedicated to my Lord Justin who brought out the maiden in me. A young maiden was walking along the road one late autumn afternoon. The trees were thick on both sides. The shadows were beginning to lengthen and you could feel a chill in the air. Between the thick carpet of fallen leaves and the density of the trees the road seemed to narrow; or perhaps it...