Author's Notes: This is a cheating wife story. It could also qualify as a Romance story. The usual warnings apply: No one will get a hard on or the sweats reading my stuff. I state my own POV and all errors are mine. I try to answer all cogent feedback, good or bad, but lately, so much has been coming and time is short so forgive me if I miss you. Thank you...
Tanya arrived at her boyfriends' house, clutching some bags filled with new clothes. She wasn't all dressed up yet, and was still a little shy about going out in public. Going out before dark anyway; once the sun went down and she was out clubbing, you couldn't keep her out of her heels! She was hoping to catch Steve in and put on a bit of a show for him wit...
Brenda looked herself over in the mirror. She bought a new, lacy blouse that was very sheer. Below that she had a black skirt. It wasn't a miniskirt but it ended well above her knee revealing her muscular legs. She considered wearing lingerie tonight but decided to save that for a later rendezvous. She got her makeup just right and added just the right amoun...
Cheating, I don't like it at all. I have such strong feelings about this that I have lost a friend or two over it. I just can't understand how you can make a commitment to another under God's house, then forget it when the first hard cock or perfect piece of ass comes along. I genuinely dislike cheaters. That's what makes my current situation so upsetting....
He watched her flirt with the guy at the bar. They were clearly in to each other, there were lingering glances and eye contact that lasted too long; her hand resting on his elbow and his on the small of her back; jokes and laughter. The white strappy top she was wearing did little to hide her curvy body and the skirt stopped well above her knees. The way she...
Note: Although this is a sequel, it also works well on its own. Also, while the first story was 100% straight, this sequel is definitely not! * "You remember it's my birthday in three weeks, don't you?" Ayumi my Japanese girlfriend asked over dinner. It was my turn to cook so we were eating lasagna. "Of course," I replied between mouthfuls. How could I fo...
Nancy Masters was tired. She was tired of being someone's mom. Tired of being someone's wife. Tired of being the proper little homemaker always doing for others. Putting on dinner parties for her husband's clients. Setting up parties for her 18 year old son and his friends, then getting out of the way. Helping the PTA. Running errands. Always for someone els...
Glad you guys have liked these. I struggled with this one, trying to find the right tone and concept for things with Carly's sister. I rewrote it four times but I like how it came out in the end. Hopefully everyone enjoys it as much as I enjoyed writing it. ***** The week passed by with some difficulty. Carly and I traded flirty text messages and talked wh...
She heard the alarm go off at 5:30, just as it had every day now for the past couple of months ever since her brother had begun attending classes at a local university. She waited until hearing the sounds of him pad down the hallway towards the bathroom which was directly across the hall from her own room, moments later the sound of the shower being turned o...
I hated my morning commute. The short walk from my downtown building let me enjoy the personal space that I would soon be stripped of once in the subway. As I waited for my train, along with 200 other strangers, I noticed a cute girl looking at me and I recognized her from my building. She waved and walked through the crowded platform toward me. "Hi, you li...