Robert had been invited to a party by a mutual friend of Anne Simpson. He was intrigued and went because the party didn't sound like the typical party for the people that he usually hung with. This one was a costume party for one thing. There was the opportunity to meet different people than the normal crowd for another. Robert had also been told that Anne h...
My wife is a licensed marriage and family therapist, Dr. Evelyn Thoroughgood. She is in her later forties, and she is a real looker. Evelyn is tall, but not much over medium height, in great shape, with a pixie-cut short blonde hair (sorry, it's dyed), and very shapely legs. I am in my early fifties, and I also work hard at keeping the ole bod in fit condi...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** This series chronicles, and focuses on my wife, KK, specifically her infidelity. For critics, those who find cheating and adultery repugnant, or are overly sensitive or triggered by the thought of being cuckolded, this series is probably not of interest. For those who've had si...
The plane's First Class had very comfortable drop seats, and Jamila noticed that they could be surrounded by curtains, thus allowing the passengers to fly in seclusion. She summoned the hostess, and paid the ticket upgrade from Economy to First Class for her and Sharifa. Once they were on their new seats, and Jamila pulled the curtains, Sharifa asked Jamila...
I rarely write in the third person, so this story is an experiment for me. My thanks to Jeriscol for his editing and education about the commas and semicolons. * Marybeth stomped down the street trying to vent her anger. Brad had pissed her off every day this week, setting a new record for his insensitivity and selfishness. Moreover her wrist hurt where h...
Portrait of a Modern Marriage Part 8 Old Routines & New Beginnings The rest of the school term passed without much else happening with regards to Claire and I indulging in our new lifestyle. We had a couple more 'swaps' with Lizzie and George but that was it really. Lizzie by that time was really getting into the submissive thing and, whilst I was more th...
Chapter One - Penelope Penelope Bishop gripped the steering wheel so hard that her hands were beginning to cramp. She stared intently at the tunnel of light made by the headlights; the road was sealed but unmarked except for the reflectors nailed to the white posts spaced sporadically along the side of the road. The night was pitch-black and the road was da...
Outspoken feminist. Proud lesbian. Women's issues author. Staunch liberal. Title IX supporter. Women's rugby coach. Odd are the paths that led me to Allah, my brothers and sisters. My Christian name was Meredith Janet Hawthorne. My friends called me M.J. Recently I changed my name to Fatuma Al-Shabar. Changing my name to fully reflect my Muslim identity. I a...
When I read a word I don't know, I look it up in the dictionary. When I read a concept I don't understand, I research it until I do. I've researched the concept of voluntary cuckolding, but until recently didn't understand it. Why? Because it seems, no one else appears to either. There are literally no reputable studies out there, that I could find, that exp...
I love gardening. The sensual feel of soil crumbling through my fingers, the tang of the earth and the maternal feeling watching things grow. In my teenage years my gardening began to take on something resembling a sexual nuance for me. I suppose as I see the little shoots appear above the earth, and I know that I have contributed to their nativity, I have...