Jill is the pseudo of a new coauthor. * When Susan Carlisle married John Dale in their home village in the north of England, everyone was so happy. They were such a popular couple and both their parents were so respected by everyone. Susan's father William was the local Vicar and his wife Elizabeth was a Deaconess and they both presided over the loving wed...
W.O.O.F.S. That was the term I heard applied to people in situations similar my wife's and mine. Kids grown and out of the house... six figure income... "Well-Off Older Folks," they call us. Well-off perhaps, but older folks? Fifty-seven is old? Fifty-two? Those are the ages of my wife and me, and I certainly don't consider us "old." Yet to many, I suppose w...
This is the third chapter in the story of my submission to my wife for punishment for failure to control my orgasm. My full offer of punishment for my transgression is fully set out in the first chapter for your reference. Each part of this story is true and is told as it actually occurred. As with the previous chapters, my wife told me to let the readers kn...
My wife is super competitive. To top it off, she's a sports fanatic and we graduated from rival universities. I'm not that big a fan but I play along since it gives us the chance for some good-natured ribbing. This past Saturday was our rivalry weekend and her team is enjoying a very good season whereas mine is going through a "rebuilding" year. She normall...
This is a continuation of the Cruel Irony series and the ramifications of an adulterous indiscretion. The precursor to Wresting With Life's Cruel Irony chapters commences with Cruel Irony. ---------------- The days immediately after his return home Pam did not tell her husband the news. While not racked by self doubt and fear, those feelings ran through h...
I stood ringing the doorbell at my old classmate Nita's house. I had not seen her since I was a teenager and remembered that, when I was growing up, she was fine. Having developed early in life, even as a teenager, she had a body that stopped traffic in boys and men. I used to go to bed at night at night with an erection and had many wet dreams about fucking...
I felt the vibration along my tits as I was finishing up my shift. Pulling the bike over, I fished down my t-shirt to get my phone out my bra -- the only place it doesn't slip out when I'm biking round town with my pizza deliveries. A guy tooted his horn in delight as he drove past, thrilled to catch a glimpse of a girl with her hand rummaging in her cleavag...
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I sat quietly in the corner of our bedroom with my dick in my hand, watching the candlelight dance off the skin of my beautiful wife of eleven years. Her strawberry blonde hair splayed against the pillow as she rolled her head back and forth in complete sexual ecstasy. It was her thirtieth birthday and she was living out one of her fantasies. I had encourag...
As she did every year, Ivory found the long march south arduous. She was fatigued and shivered uncontrollably from the cold. Winter had arrived early. Although the snow was powdery, it was settling and had become ever more difficult to trudge through. A journey such as this would be tiring in any season, but was even more so when confronted by snowy gales an...