(Author's note: This is a repost of a story I wrote under the name Tearsofsorrow2, the story has been graciously edited by HopelesslyAddicted and I thank her for her diligence. When you find any stylistic concerns know that they are owned by the author and he cherishes them. Please comment loudly, can't improve if I don't see where. You might have to read th...
Lucille and Bruce (Part 1. Introduction) This story is total fantasy and has no relationship to real life or experience. There is no underage sex or cruelty. ***** It is difficult to understand how Lucille and her husband Bruce Ross had ended up being so involved with one of the local lads, Brian and his mother Mrs Alice Miller. The families were such opp...
I think men share their wives because they believe women are natural fucking machines; their cunts have more stamina than our cocks. Why fuck her and fall to sleep out of exhaustion when you can double the fun watching your wife being fucked by other cocks? Men view sex as a spectator sport. There is something ultra wicked about a wife fucking her husband'...
Author's Note: Another foray into a story involving new characters and a slightly different tone. Let me know how you like it with your comments and your ratings. Thank you for taking the time to read it. ~~~~~~ I came out of the en-suite bathroom in the master bedroom I shared with my loving husband who was sitting just where I left him; gagged and handc...
As Camilla's unconscious body continued receiving gang-bangs from incubi in the Montreal aquarium, the spirits of Don, Agape, and Candice were discussing her somewhat improved situation in a mental conversation with Dr. Singh. Camilla's self-control right now is the best she's shown since her first year of marriage to Cameron, Don observed. There's been ver...
There is no sex in this story. *** It was masochistic, but I couldn't help myself. Thirty minutes on a concept C2 rowing machine, followed by thirty minutes on a damn treadmill. Every day for the past nine months. The only thing that ever changed was the music. I didn't have a smartphone, but I did have an old MP3 player loaded with anything I could find t...
Just a fantasy, nobody under 18. Commenters be nice. ***** "Ben, we need to talk." "Uh-oh, sounds like fightin' words." My darling wife, love of my life, mother of Ben junior and Claire, our kids, was laying beside me after we just got done our Saturday night sex. She had just got done screaming. She had come hard at least three times, I had only one cli...
Not a BTB Not exactly a cuck story yet some will disagree Does he keep her? Yes Did I have a proofreader? Yes Are their mistakes? Yes ***** My wife Susan and I, David Jackson, were on a vacation in the U.S. Virgin Islands. Once a year we liked to get away from New England and would travel someplace warm. Sometimes it's a cruise and other times we just...
After the last episode with Houseman and his henchman Barry, I decided it was time to get out, she might enjoy being used but I didn't. I gave Hazel an ultimatum, either we leave High Wycombe and get away from them or I would leave her. She tried the old come on, flashing her big brown come to bed eyes and stroking my dick, but this time I was adamant. Reluc...
A streak of blue ripped open the sky; a crack of thunder shook the ground, as Cammie made her way thought the tangle of weeds that used to be a front walk. She glanced down at her watch in the next flash of lightning. "DAMN IT! It's after midnight already!" She stooped to untangle her heel, "I hope there is electricity." As she stood, the sky opened up and...