Authors's Note: this is a story about a man who is aroused by his role as a cuckold husband. If that is not you cup of tea, try another entry. For others, I hope you enjoy it and will let me know with your feedback. * Inside the ballroom, Donald saw a raised platform to one side and a bar to the other. At the bar were his group buddies, Marc, Jack, and Mat...
No more Roger. No more other man anything. For the next two years, roughly speaking, Jill went through the mystifying and ruthless curse of menopause. The hormonal changes were gradual, but with unpredictable effect, like some Gremlin had entered her body and taken charge. Life for her was a battle to salvage some semblance of normalcy, get through as many d...
Authors Note: This story continues the adventures of eighteen year old Marcia (nee Marcus) Cicero. The tale opens a week after the events related in "Carol's Gifts". Marcia has shown visible signs of blossoming in the wake of Mistress Carol's injection of powerful hormones and is anticipating returning to her school for the first time as a girl. To answer an...
My wife, Mindy, had discovered my stash of cuckold porn on my computer, rather than getting angry she instead decided to explore my fantasies that became her own. She became over time more and more liberated, sexier, hotter, even getting the breast implants she had wanted for so long. Meanwhile she had pushed me into the role of cuckold with the assistance...
Cuckold Story 3 – Christina's Revenge Disclaimer: This story may contain bisexual activity, cuckoldry and humiliation. If this offends you please move on to another story. Otherwise, enjoy. Recently, after a night of creampie cuckold humiliation, I somehow got lucky enough to blow my load in my wife's best friend Christina (see my previous story for deta...
Alain looked at the leather clad slave kneeling at his feet, and then at the long ash on the tip of his cigarette. He leaned forward, and the mouth visible behind the studded black leather training hood opened obediently, and the pink tongue, already stained grey, extended for Alain to flick off the ash once again. Then the tongue with the ash delicately poi...
Hey, there. My name is Robert James O'Neill and I'm a tall, lean and mean, green-eyed and blond-haired Irishman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. By day, I'm a college professor and by night, a sexual adventurer. I'm very much into race play and currently, I'm having some fun with my friends, Sheila and James Lorne. They're a working-class Afri...
Chapter 7: Running late Bunny was supposed to meet Cuckold Joe, her husband, in a bar, but he was running late. He called her up and said he'd be there in fifteen minutes, twenty tops. Bunny said "Fine" and hung up, but she wasn't fine. She was pissed off about it. To punish Cuckold Joe for his intolerable transgression, she decided to whore herself out to...
"Hello, stud, I can't wait for the two of us to get it on in front of my husband," Arielle Kleinfeld said, a lusty smile on her face as she looked at the tall, handsome Somali-Canadian Muslim man who stood before her. Standing six-foot-three, broad-shouldered and muscular, Abdisalam Hussein was devastatingly handsome and from the smirk on his face, he was we...
I met Summer, what - 1999...? - 14 years ago. New job, new folks, new city. I was married at the time to someone I knew I should never have married (a straight girl who never grew up; different story) and while there were many opportunities to take that right turn and keep on going, I was always faithful. Until my wife wasn't. Divorce was painful but ther...