This all started out as a drunken dare. Suzi and I had been drinking at the hotel bar as a particularly poor cabaret act tried to entertain the hotel residents. It was a sub par performance from the act, which was surprising as most of the acts on Tenerife are usually very entertaining. Now I was fully aware of how bad the entertainment was, and although th...
I work as a social worker at the asylum for mentally disturbed persons. Many of the people there are eccentric and unpredictable. There was one old woman, who has been here for over a decade. She was always very quiet and rarely spoke to anyone. Nobody knew why she stayed as most of us thought she was quite normal. I learnt that she was admitted for mental d...
So, I ask you, how could it be that a husband would want to see his wife having sex with another man? Or, to be more specific, why would he want to watch his wife having sex with a man who has a bigger cock than he has? My husband is such a man. Without question, he gets a sexual thrill when he watches me having sex with a man who has a bigger cock than he...
I first met my wife whilst I was on a break in Durban, South Africa five years ago. I was based in Lusaka in the final year of a four year assignment in Zambia and I needed a week or two in a somewhat normal country and found a small but elegant beachside guest house on the internet and booked in for a week. The owner promised to send her daughter to meet me...
Karim lived with his 39 year old mother Layla and his 52 year old father Elias in a nice home in a nice neighborhood. Karim was 18 years old, still studying to become a business man. His mother was a stay at home mom taking care of her husband and son. His father was a farmer working in the field to make a living for his family. Elias was considered lucky...
Midnight on a Friday night, and as the Masjid finally closes its doors, it's time for the faithful to go home after the evening prayers. Imam Wahid Qasim, one of the Somali Canadian community's most stalwart religious leaders, smiles to himself as he walks from the vast men's prayer hall to the ladies corner, after making sure that every last one of the men...
"You don't own me", Marie yells. "You might command those lickspittles at work but you will never command over me. I am not your servant and i will never be, stop telling me what i should do." "I told you to stop fucking these stupid bastard", you yell back, "that has nothing to do with owning you. You are my wife, Marie, w...
We have been here together before,' I reminded her. 'I know,' she said. 'You called it 'my place'.' 'It's our place, or it was, but you were gone.' 'But here we are again.' I said. 'Yes, I should have known I'd see you again some day. I didn't think I would.' 'I always thought so too, and I always imagined that we would be in this place again together....
Dear Wimp, So you are Mary's husband, the loser, the wimp, the shrimpdick that I've heard about. Well, I've got good news and bad news for you, wimp. The good news is that until last week, Mary had been faithful to you. Faithful for five years of marriage. That's almost a miracle. That such a drop dead, knock-down gorgeous babe like Mary could have remained...
(This story is written in the view of a husband whose wife falls victim to the infamous professor Royer and his mind-controlling device. This is the fifth part. Thanks a lot for the feedback on the first parts, I appreciate it a lot and try to use it to improve my stories :-) * Chapter 09 - the story of a NYMPHOCOM's victim - part 5 For nearly one week...