Molly and Me By Denham Forrest, The Wanderer This very short tale about nothing, is dedicated to friend good friend of mine, I'm sure he'll know who he is. We all wish you the best my friend and hope to see you writing again very soon. But just a little hint before anyone gets out of his/her pram. This is another of those stories where the reader has to be...
I work as a secretary for a large investment firm in New York. My name is Beth and I'm thirty four. Been married to a wonderful guy for six years. One of the girls, at work, wanted to celebrate her birthday. . She invited me and some of the other girls, for a drink at the little bar not far from our office after work. I'd intended to have one drink then ma...
I work for a international American company in London. There have been countless reorganisation and restructures over the last two years and during our last one, the London office had an one of the US HR team seconded across for 6 months. There is always a fear that you'll get a pious idiot from Headquarters that assumes they know best. We were very lucky th...
Rae's words bounced around in my head as I drove home: "I thought it would be a kick to have Jimmy pay me to let my own husband fuck me." Was that an admission that she was fucking for money or was she jerking my chain? And if she was selling herself, what did that say about me? The thought was certainly on my mind the first night I saw her go into the pr...
Friends, This is a true story regarding how I had to give into demands of my boss to keep my high profile career flying. I migrated to USA in search of a better life style, career growth and financial gains. Being a graduate from top class Indian University in the days of DOT COM boom, I found it rather easy to find a job in silicon valley California. I gre...
"Prologue: How it Began" The events described here happened in the 1970s. Before smart phones. Before the Internet. Hell, before Penthouse Letters. Which means that what I was (a cuckold) and what I am 40+ years later (still a cuckold) were not things I heard about and got curious; apparently they sprang of their own accord from my fertile and fevered littl...
It's a good time to be in Delhi during late February and March. It's the time Delhi witness spring season, lifting the spirits of Delhits. However, Meena was not in best of the moods as she got out of the car and walked to her flat, she had a rather bad day and on top of it, the Delhi traffic was hell. She was now working with HDFC Bank for six months and ha...
I am an engineer working in a public sector undertaking in Punjab. my name is Sunny, 25 years of age, 6’’ in height and well built. In my office I have my boos Mr. Arun (basically from Punjab) who is 48 years now. he married in his early thirties to a girl 12 years younger to him. (when they married, he was 32 and his wife was 20 yr.). His wife Rajni is no...
I never really thought about what might happen that night as I dressed in front of my husband. It was a simple farewell dinner for my boss at a local restaurant with me and four other girls I worked with. My husband had always had a fantasy about wanting a threesome or talking about me having sex with someone else and, whilst we had been at parties where I h...
I was walking across the street in order to make the light. I had one real brief glance of a woman who looked like my wife Mary. I saw her turn the corner and then saw her turn to say something to the two men on either side of her. I hurried to the corner just in time to see them turn into a hotel bar. I followed right in and as soon as my eyes adjusted to t...