Sorry it took so long to continue my story...For those of you just finding this, please read my first two sections, A friend catches me 1 and 2. *** Karen looked at me and said," I have had an idea for a while, so now is as good a time as any!" She took out her cellphone and made a call. "Hello Roberto, no I don't need to make an appointment to get my hai...
Let me begin by saying that this is the very first time that I find myself writing something like this. I am usually a man who doesn't say much, let alone a man who writes anything up. But I find myself compelled to make an exception. I am making an exception because I feel that it is my duty to share what I have learned with others and that by sharing what...
Her husband watches, transfixed, as their friend's cock presses against the full wet lips of her cunt. "Mmmmm," she moans, as she lowers herself onto him. She takes in the unfamiliar cock slowly, enjoying its unfamiliar girth, the subtle differences from what she is accustomed. "Ahhh . . . " She settles onto her friend slowly, until she rests against his...
Daisy combed her long blonde hair as she thought about the escapade that had happen two weeks ago with Frank. Bill had almost found out about Frank being at the house that afternoon but Silvia helped her get everything cleaned up before Billy arrived home. If that wasn't nerve racking enough, getting a phone call from Frank's wife a few days later telling h...
Do you know what a cuckquean is? A woman whose husband has sex with other women. There is an unspoken kink out there for a woman, something even more taboo than anal sex. More taboo than being a slut. The kink of getting off knowing your husband is having sex with another woman. Now there are a lot of definitions regarding this term, and I could split hair...
My wife Wendy and I have been married for about 20 years, and have done threesome and foursomes but nothing like this. One of our friends called us up to ask if we wanted to attend a 15 wedding anniversary party. There was no question about it we would attend, after all these were our friends. "At what time and what do you want us to bring to this party." M...
This is an autobiographical story, with just a few name changes, and maybe a few slight memory errors, as it has been a decade. The subject matter is decidedly dark, even by my standards, so you have been warned. I decided to put this down after a discussion in a comments forum. This is deliberately in present tense because that is the appropriate voice here...
She's already bound to the plain wooden chair, a harness of hemp rope criss-crossing her body, when the soft knock comes, so gentle it's almost inaudible. She might have thought she was imagining it, but for the sweep of headlights that had preceded it, the "shush" of tires over gravel. He emerges from the shadows, checking her gag before opening the door....
CHAPTER 1: The Beginning of the End Ashley Ellex jogs down the cobbled path of the Luminare Park in Downtown Los Angeles as the summer sun begins to set. She passes trees and families walking their dogs as the men stare at her with pure thirst for her attention. She ignores them as they all watch her large double E breast bouncing up and down. Her long bea...
I have wondered if I am simply another woman in midlife crisis mode. No one wakes up and one day and decides to be that walking cliche. How tacky is it to be the wife everyone hears stories about and shakes their head disapprovingly thinking, "it sounds exciting, but of course I would never cheat." I will be honest with anyone and tell them that I...