After the guys had left the studio, I took a shower and cleaned up. I went to the office to confront my husband, but he was nowhere to be found. I called his cell number, but he didn't answer. I pondered in my head what to do. I really didn't want to go home. I finally decided to go to a restaurant to get something to eat before going to a hotel for the ev...
I had always heard about how some women enjoy flashing their pussy and tits to men in public, but until recently I had never witnessed such pleasures. Oh, sure from time to time I would spy a beaver shot or enjoy the view of a delicious cleavage. But I never saw one that was intentionally displayed (or at least I didn't think they were). I had stopped for g...
One of the beautiful things about writing stories for Literotica is that it's so very anonymous. I mean, you can write about your most intimate desires, your most exciting affairs, your wife or your husband and know that only you, your editors and some staff know anything about you. It's quite exciting actually. When I wrote my first story I used the nam...
(Author's Note: I wrote this story based on an experience that one of my coworkers had on the night of Thanksgiving in 2003. Although I was not in attendance for this encounter, I know my friend very well, and do not believe she would exaggerate. If she did not, then this was one hell of an evening for everyone!) It was the evening of Thanksgiving. My frien...
My husband and I have been married several years and as I am sure any of you that are married can attest, sometimes sex can get boring. We have had tried some different things to spice it up and some have worked and some have not. Last summer I sucked and fucked the AC guy, who happened to a friend of Jimmy's from church, and it was HOTT. (I encourage you...
This is a flight of fancy. A work of fiction. I may continue it further, I may not, haven't decided. I hope you like it, I really do but if you don't please don't hesitate to hurl insults at me. It's not meant to be taken too seriously. ***** Why does she always 'really need to talk' just when he's drifting off. He hated when she did this. Stone cold sile...
Dial I'm nervous, excited, pacing the room like I'm being hunted Except I want to be caught *67 My hands are shaking. New York area code Think, push the right button. Smirkingjack's number Pause Breathe, breathe, breathe His phone rings, once, twice No, don't hang up, stay on the line, he'll pick up. "Hello," he says. His voice sends goose bumps...
This can be considered a "prequel" to the New Client series. It takes the wife's POV. The content involves wife infidelity, cuckolding, and voyeurism. If these topics are a turn-off or disgust you, then please move on to the Disney Channel. I appreciate the feedback I have received and some of the correspondence. I have taken some of your suggestions and i...
In the story, "I Married a Blow Job Queen", I reluctantly told the tale about my wife, Nancy Jean, and her proclivity to sample an assortment of cocks. I learned that she was very orally active in her younger days, and those trait, unbeknownst to be, continued outside the matrimonial bedroom. Please take the time to read that tale before reading this follow-...
We sat in the car watching the banks front entrance, people were shuffling in and out few at a time, it was early and business was slow. "are we gonna do this then?" It was Robbie, he had his gun in his hand and looked nervous. "Yeah let's go, put that thing away until we get in there, you can't flash it around you know." Robbie put the gun away and we l...