*For continuity you may read the Gail stories by date in the Loving Wives section. If you have not read a previous posting I'll tell you what we look like. Firstly, this is all real. I'm 5'10, just turned 32, brown hair and eyes and in reasonably trim shape. I met my wife while in university and we are married eight years now. Gail is exceptionally beautiful...
Every year the Company held a Halloween party and it never failed to be a masquerade though the theme changed every year to keep the concept from becoming boring. This year the theme just happened to be 'favorite actor/actress'. Mya didn't go every year, actually her track record was one party every two years for the past eight years that she had worked for...
The story started several years ago. After having three kids I was not the slender sexy wife I had been when Jerry married me. I had put on some weight and I admit to having a somewhat 'beaten down look' after spending all day trying to handle three kids all under the age of five. There were times that I was so whipped that I didn't have the energy when Jer...
Pulling back onto I-77 Statesville we left brothers with quite a secret between them. Their wives were still sharing stories and drinks with old girlfriends. Before that Dan and Don had shared a lot in their lives. The wives had been best friends since grade school. The women later dated and Dan and Don and married. The men led similar lives with the familie...
This is a true story -- so the story may be a little slow and quite a bit tamer than you might be used to. Since this isn't fiction, it's not going to read like "Dear Penthouse Forum", but hopefully reads more realistically! We're a Vegas couple in our mid-40s with a grown child that's already left the nest. We've lived here for about eight years, and have...
She sat at a table for two on the patio of the hotel, her daughter joined her and they ordered wine with their lunch. This was the big vacation Joanna had been working towards for her whole life. Her mother had always told her that she'd have to work for everything in life, there was no hand out and the spoon she got was wooden not silver. As she sat gazing...
Chapter 3 – The Outdoor Living Room When I got down to the basement, the breakfast buffet wasn't open yet. I walked around, looking at the posters of plays hanging on the wall. Some were Soviet, all (of course) in Spanish. There was a plaque outside the dining room declaring that this was the site where the Young Rebels Organization was founded in 1960. Bac...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction concocted entirely within my imagination. Any resemblance to real people shouldn't be surprising since most of my stories are based on people I know. While I hope you enjoy this story and are compelled to provide feedback, I don't expect the subject matter will appeal to everyone who reads it. As such, I discourage venom...
Hand-in-hand, Rose and I walked along the beach. Lake Bathem looked beautiful at sunset, with the western sky filled with warm colors and the last of the boats slowly making their way toward the docks. There were still a few people enjoying the swimming area, as well as a few dogs playing with their owners and a few couples venturing out of the forest. Whi...
Pru (Prudence) Blanchard, assistant to the Human Resources manager, took Jonathon Weatherspoon via the service elevator at the back of the Duke of Huntington Hotel to the unattached male staff quarters on the fourth floor. The slow moving steel cage gave Pru time to study this newly hired security man, a farm boy from the interior. Jonathon had revealed he'...