Mom met me at the airport. - "Your friend Steve was going to come, but he was in a car accident the other day." she said. - "What? When? Is he alright?" - "He's in the hospital. His arm was broken, and his leg, too." I drove Mom home, and then borrowed her car to go to the hospital. Steve was asleep - medicated - when I got there, but the nurse told me t...
As we sat down for breakfast (which was leftover pizza), I found myself playing footsie with Josie, who seemed to be rather thrilled with my attitude about her estranged husband in Montreal. Then again, my perspective wasn't really surprising, given that I was Jewish and didn't particularly care for Nazis, Aryan types, or skinheads in general. I think that s...
I believe I've achieved my ultimate goal - I am a Dirty Old Man! This is the fourteenth chapter in this series - I strongly recommend you to read the previous chapters in order before this one, it's not going to make a lot of sense otherwise. Again for some reason this chapter bounces about a bit on the timeline, but I think it works so I'm not going to c...
This is a Earth Day contest story. Please vote. * Voyeur watches an exhibitionist woman wash her recyclables while topless. "And the Earth Day community service award for donating the most return deposit, recycled bottles and cans goes to Michael and Michelle. Come on up here Michael and Michelle to accept your award," said the Mayor clapping with the cro...
"Come here sweetie, I think I found one!" she called to her husband. "What's that?" he asked. "A castle to stay in on our vacation. It's called The Castle Liebe or Castle Love. It's on the Rhine near Koblenz. Read the ad." she said. "Wilkommen to Castle Liebe. This is where Medieval Lovers come to enjoy Germany and each other. Your accommodations include...
The day after Thanksgiving, 7am, and here she was, sitting at her dressing table. She was hardly able to believe that she, Sara, was actually getting ready to go to work. So much had happened in her life, in this terrible year of 2003. The loss of her dear husband Harry, in that horrific train crash in January had devastated her. The driver had fallen aslee...
Fair Warning: The author issues a categorical warning to all. This is a tale of cuckoldry exploration. At first glance this first installment does not seem to fit in the Loving Wives category. Since we do not have a cuckold category, and the story is about the relationship between a man and a woman inviting others to share their troubled relationship, it do...
My name is Teresa Dawson and I am an alcoholic. My alcoholism made it easy for me to be seduced into a sleazy relationship with my husband's boss, who used me as his personal whore and all-around slut, to the point where I let him pass me around to his friends, until my husband found out about it. We aren't divorced yet, but it's pending, and I think we'v...
"Just to let you know, Lorrie," I said, before taking a deep breath so that I could complete my voice mail message. "My presentation this afternoon went real well. I think I got them all pumped on our products. There isn't much going on tonight and we'll be finished with the sales meeting in the morning. Tell Jack that I spent a lot of time with Brian Highto...
The stripper twisted her butt right Jake's lap, as if she were waxing his crotch with her cheeks. His eyes were fixed on the tight rotation, while the rest of us watched her bare breasts swaying in time. Twenty minutes ago she had been dressed like a secretary, but now the G-string stretched between her cheeks (and her tip garter and high heels, of course) w...