The Curse of The Ex-Girlfriend Motif: The Cure For Sinning In Threes (a.k.a. He Smiles and Breaks Hearts) It's strange the way you've shaped your hair into a semblance of a mohawk. I might call it a faux hawk, but really it's just a copy cat version of that singer from The Bravery. You look like him. You look like a young Elvis as you strut your stuff arou...
This series about a Cuckold and his Hotwife has been resumed after a long break following a number of lockdown requests - I hope you still enjoy it. Love Jenny xx * It was Friday evening, two weeks after that amazing night in which my lovely, unfaithful wife Alice and our friend Julie had spent the evening playing the role of high class prostitutes in a sm...
Fred got up late the next morning. He justified this to himself by reminding himself that he, and his cock, had had to work very hard yesterday! He even had to consult his calendar to remind himself of the day of the week and the date in the month. It turned out that today was Thursday and it was the end of the second week of October. Of course, next week w...
There's no place like home: Today I'm recovering from a big day yesterday, I certainly managed to be a good Hostess! I'm currently wearing comfy joggers, soon I'll have to get ready. I'm off out to a restaurant on Hove Street for lunch with the girls for our monthly catch up as we do. There will be some gossip obviously, if only they knew yesterday I had be...
In the previous chapter I had a girls night in, and I drank from the fountain of youth who turned into my new pee pal Hilary. She hinted that my Auntie might help me lose my virginity. Chapter 5. Auntie helps me to lose my virginity, and shows even more inventiveness with our pee drinking activities. I woke up quite late that day, my last day at the cottag...
Becky arrived about eight thirty. Fred had opened the gates ready for her. Prince wouldn't run out without Fred at his side, even if there were temptations like another dog in sight. Prince would always wait for a word from his master. Becky drove through the gates, turned around and parked neatly, ready for a smooth getaway! She switched off the engine an...
My name is Claire Fullerton, I am event groom for Hilary Furness-Smyth one of the UK's top riders, I am also her lover having left my previous life as an app developer to pursue love and my more bizarre tastes. When I last wrote to you I shared the story of the day when Sarah, Hilary's other full time groom and part time lover, double crossed me. She made H...
It was Thursday night, one week later. The Grandparents were babysitting our two kids while my sweet, unfaithful wife and I went for what we had described to them as 'a bit of light supper with some friends that might go on a bit late'. The truth was that it was nothing of the kind. Food was definitely a secondary consideration; the entire evening had been...
I trembled with anticipation, the stable yard was quiet, the only sound was the snorting of sleepy horses. I crept towards the tack room, my shadow cast by the full moon above. I fiddled with the lock and swung the door open, I was engulfed with the smell of warm leather and horses, I breathed in the intoxicating aroma. I had been planning this session for w...
Considering the number of people that had 'used' Allan someone was inevitably going to invite us to something more than we had yet done. A card arrived through the post that simply said someone had put our name forward to be invited to an evening of fun. Normally we would have 'binned' such a thing but the invitation was on plain white card and had only the...