Author's note: First, I want to thank y'all for reading and voting. I am so grateful for you taking the time to read and comment on each chapter, I am so appreciative of your viewership! Since I'm bunkering down in this hurricane I will be going back and editing previous chapters for grammar, spelling etc. I never notice mistakes until after I've posted, go...
I'm writing this story in order to share a rather extraordinary experience, at least for me. You see, when I was first married to my beautiful wife, I was rather reluctant to share that beauty with any other eyes. Sure, there were a few moments like taking her top off out in Waikiki bay (with a surfer nearby in the water) and some backyard flashes that my wi...
It began as a harmless favor; I had no idea that it would change all of our lives. My wife's college roommate and her husband had moved into our community and were soon dominating our social life. We were just three years out of college, but both couples had done quite well - so well that we had bought a nice suburban home in the southwestern city last yea...
I was enjoying the feeling of the water in the shower as it was running down my body. I pushed my breasts up with my hands to allow the water to cascade over them. Although it was a good feeling, I couldn’t get my mind off my problems. My husband was seriously injured in an automobile accident and had recently died after being in the hospital for a couple o...
"Stop it!" Maddy exclaimed as she swatted at my hand, which was copping a feel as I turned the corner in the car, while she was putting the finishing touches on her doll mask makeup that was so popular among her friends. I promptly ignored her and resumed squeezing her left tit. "I can't help it. You are too beautiful, my dear. Especially when dressed to th...
It hurts when I pull back the curtains and look out my front window, but I want to see my family and to remind myself of the consequences of bad choices. My ex-husband lives across the street. His house has a pool. I can't refuse our boys to go there and have fun. We have no formal schedule of visits. My ex-husband and I talk frequently about what is on the...
Every person in my University classes knew the stories and escapades of Miss Anna Eleanor Richards; she wasn't particularly coy about her adventures and had little objection with explicit candour. I was certain her phone number was on half the mens' toilet walls in the block; a hypocritical response from immature male students when faced with women in contro...
Dave sat in his car and thought. Where could he go to get laid. He had just witnessed his wife getting royally screwed by two of his mates and now he wanted his turn. He thought about going to a club but there was no guarantee of success and he might get even more frustrated. Then, suddenly, it came to him. If his friend Sam was with Daves wife then Sams wif...
Once upon a time... My friends call me Puss. I'm a private investigator. I get the goods on cheating spouses and track down deadbeats. It's not glamorous, but it pays the bills. I was a cop for ten years and damn good one. Then one night we responded to a fight at a dance club in the warehouse district. By the time we got there, it was a real brawl. Most...
The school year had ended, and it was a beautiful late June Saturday in suburbia as I noticed the moving truck pulling into our neighbor's home. The old neighbors had sold a few months ago, and since then all I had seen were various contractors remodeling the house. My curiosity was peaked as I peered out to catch a glimpse of our new neighbors. Me and my wi...