While surfing the net on my day off, I came across a chat room that looked crowed and rather happening, so I dropped in for a chat. I started talking to about several ladies at the same time, but after a bit of weeding out, I preferred to talk to a single person, nicknamed "Big Red" for reasons I prefer to tell later. We talked for well over an hour, about t...
Note: For those who read Loving Wives stories for the sole pleasure of reading about a cheating wife receiving scorched earth treatment, this story is not for you. On the other hand, if you get your pleasure from writing anonymous and scathing remarks about the author's masculinity, sexual orientation, cuckoldry, etc. for not crucifying the deceitful wife an...
With only a couple of days left before we left for Richmond, there were a lot of things we had to iron out before our departure. The division of labour was easy; Manny attacked the logistical aspects of the work that would be done in our absence, sorting out assignments and staffing for the jobs which were already on the books and freeing up assets for any w...
"YES! Oh my God yes! I love you too, Neil. I think I've loved you forever! I was just too scared to say it! I didn't want to hurt you!" I had no idea why I'd asked Ann to marry me so quickly. It seemed rash, and desperate. And yet I knew as soon as she said yes that it was the right thing to say. In less than a week, I'd fallen in love and asked a woman tha...
THIS PART - 6:00 A.M. Stop staring? I can't. It's too late for that. It's been hours...two...three, nearly! We're lovers. I've fallen. I didn't sleep. I watched - pleading in silence, imploring even, please open your soft blue eyes. He's new love. He's dangerous love. I wonder if guys grasp it; if they understand what girls see. Maybe. Anyway, I can't...
A True Story After the first year of marriage, my wife began an affair with her manager. He was the first of many men over the years. Some of them I knew about and I may have even encouraged them but most were done behind my back, in secret. Because she has these secrets, not a day goes by that it doesn't play on my mind. One day in my angst, I typed the wo...
His name was Phillip. Or at least it had been. Honestly, he wasn't sure who he was; all he knew was that what he had done two years ago was what he thought was right. This was the lifestyle he wanted. It should be said that Phillip has always had strong female influences throughout his life. He and his three sisters were raised in a single parent home by th...
Years ago, I worked at a local gym as a fitness instructor. It helped me keep in shape and the view wasn't bad either. I had my share of sex-capades with the female clientele, but it was always kept it narrowed down to single women for obvious reasons. I even had a partner in crime when it came to getting information about the more secretive females. Her nam...
She shifted uncomfortably in the chair, struggling not to meet the others gazes. Strange to be so uncomfortable anticipating such a pleasurable purchase. But a glance up revealed the same embarrassed discomfort on the faces of the other two waiting customers. "Ms Young? If you'll follow me please." Walking down the brightly lit hall, the professionally dres...
Well the day of the Biathlon had finally come. It was very late in the Olympics and this was probably going to be my last real shot at a gold medal. The biathlon is a test of endurance and I did feel that I was in excellent shape to have a real chance at this. The normal biathlon is a winter event. Contestants ski cross-country, stopping at specific points...