In the story, "I Married a Blow Job Queen", I reluctantly told the tale about my wife, Nancy Jean, and her proclivity to sample an assortment of cocks. I learned that she was very orally active in her younger days, and those trait, unbeknownst to be, continued outside the matrimonial bedroom. Please take the time to read that tale before reading this follow-...
Malcolm spent the weekend in a daze, the image of Mrs Polly Urquhart's tits was burned into his brain forever, the image of them surrounding his face as they bulged and bounced around his nose whilst his throbbing cock released its load repeatedly into her vice-like smooth relentless pussy. All he wanted was to get his hands on her again, his dick up her aga...
This is a satire of some of the stories that appear in the loving wives section. Be warned this story contains a white wife having sex with multiple black men, with some cuckolding elements. If this offends you then, please read on and you may call me a closet homosexual in the comments after. I have tried to make the story as clichéd and outrageous as possi...
It was my first leg of the journey by train, and quite frankly, I didn't know that it could be quite so dull at times. I was alone in a sleeping car designed for four, it seemed, so apparently I chose well on the timing, it being the off-season for such passage. I was definitely not in a great rush, as it happened, but I still wanted to actually enjoy my vac...
As my bitch of a wife finished her testimony; sobbing into her handkerchief; her lawyer walked by and smirked, slightly shaking his head in a 'you're fucked, my man, you're fucked' kind of way. The judge spoke, "Mr. Johnson, do you have any questions?" As my lawyer rose, I grabbed his arm. He sat back down and I whispered what I wanted. It became a heated,...
"I can meet you Thursday" Irene texted to Roman, "no need to buy me dinner, I'll come to your hotel room." "Wow! Fantastic!" He sent back. After that the hours and days seemed to crawl by. Irene considered contacting her new lover to see if she could see him before Thursday, but she decided that it would make her seem desperate. Apart from excitement abou...
He'd woken up abruptly -- completely aroused, his dick harder than carbon steel. What he'd thought was just an awesome dream was not a dream at all. Looking down, there actually WAS a sweet young thing crouched between his thighs. And the lovely angel was feasting on his manhood like a ravenous whore. He risked a quick look at his wife. She was still sleepi...
My new me! The phone rang as I was stepping out of the shower; it was Saturday and I was getting ready for my doctor's appointment at 1 pm. As I reached for the phone I quickly glanced at the clock, it was noon, so time was precious for me and I hoped it that call didn't take much of my time. - Hello! - I said; a hint of happiness could be felt on the ton...
Have you ever noticed? Most Mafia kingpins really do talk like Marlon Brando in The Godfather. It's true. It came to me as I was lying in bed one morning, recalling the conversation I'd had the day before with Tony 'Mad Dog' Mancini, who rules Chicago's South Side with an iron hand. "Daniel, I tell ya," he mumbled, "nuthin's more important to a made man tha...
[AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is an alternate ending to "A Loving Wife Dies" by H2Owader. He is a wonderful writer and the story really inspired me. My ending goes in a very different direction from the end of his original story. I humbly ask his indulgence for my taking up his story in this way. If you hate it, please blame me and not him. This ending will make no...